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I know a lot of people are deeply moved visiting concentration camps, but the whole thing felt really surreal to me. There were people taking pictures of the big pile of shoes and it felt like some of them were just ticking off part of the itinerary. It was an incredibly sad place to visit, but it just felt kind of wrong to be there. I felt similarly when people started visiting ground zero while they were still looking for body parts, like it was somehow voyeuristic.
I'm not saying people shouldn't go, but I don't think it is a must do. I think learning about the individuals who died in the Holocaust can be a better testament.
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Not sure if they still do this, but it used to be that you would receive a person's name when you started your tour and at different station you would follow this person's life. It made the experience so real.
OK--crying again....
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They also have a really well done exhibit where you walk through a young boy's home and read pages in his diary.
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@bluebears: I'm glad he was able to have a full, happy life. I just can't imagine the actual walking away, you know?
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I visited Dachau when I was 14. My father made me go. It is absolutely startling in its normalcy. Your feet crunch the gravel. You stare down rows upon rows of innocuous identical shacks. You constantly remind yourself what happened there, who stood in the courtyard before you. They have a tiny museum that you go through ,very sanitized and unoffensive, with the exception of one picture. This picture is of a man hanging by his arms (bound behind his back) from a 10 foot post, as punishment for stealing food. You step into the harsh daylight and see in front of you what looks like an army camp. You think, "This isn't so bad." Then you see the post in the middle of the courtyard and you think back to the picture and you start balling.
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I think about it with regards to my own kids - how much do I want them to know about it? How much will it improve their lives to understand these concepts? I don't want to censor it, but how necessary is it to visit a site of evil, when you're intimately acquainted with it?
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I was lucky enough on one visit to get a tour from a man who had grown up in (the city of) Dachau. He talked very candidly about the shame residents of Dachau (the city) felt about having lived in a place associated with such horrors (and for not doing anything, in retrospect). He said when his daughters were born, they went to a different hospital so the birth certificate wouldn't say "Dachau." Very interesting.
One of my favorite things is that at the back of the camp are three chapels--a protestant, a Catholic, and a Jewish memorial where people of all faiths can pray and remember. I think they're both interesting and powerful.
So moral of the story, I recommend visiting Dachau.
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Every year my local Hillel reads names of those who died in the camps and it destroys me every time.
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amen.
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How about in Guatemala, El Salvador, Argentina, Chile?
There's too much remembering to do.
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Will we ever have such a memorial right here in the US for the millions of Indians slaughtered by the European invaders?
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[www.unitednativeamerica.com]
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The Indians are opposed to this monument - on their sacred Black Hills. White folks decided to build a big guilt monument, without their support, in what is essentially their church. Crazy Horse never had his picture taken - he had strong beliefs about having his image replicated - so in addition to everything else, it's a completely fanciful big guilt monument.
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Never again. Never Forget.
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