My recent twitter-sparring with a “pro-lifer” jolted me back to my early school years.
I must have been about 9 years old when I first learned about WWII. I vaguely remember reading some of Hitler’s rantings about people he deemed evil and criminal. I also remember seeing pictures of him always being “heiled” and thinking how odd it would be to have a leader who constantly demanded praise. (I couldn’t imagine people doing that to Jimmy Carter.)
I read about the concentration camps at Dachau and Auschwitz. I saw small children in prisoner uniforms huddled in cages, like the one above. I asked my history teacher why no one stopped this. How was it possible that they let that happen?
I don’t remember what my teacher said—only that she didn’t answer the question. However, I do remember thinking how awful the German people must be. No country full of good people would suffer such a tyrant and ignore such horrors inflicted on their fellow man. Thank God I live in America in 1980.
