Any atrocity is possible as long as it’s happening to somebody else.
Several years ago I visited Auchwitz-Birkenau, the notorious Nazi concentration camp where over one million people were killed during WWII.
This may sound very dark and miserable, but it’s actually an incredible relief and positive force. It is an eerie and morbid place. We went through the barracks where people slept in inhuman confines, packed closely as if vegetables in stacked crates. We saw the photographs of inmates who had died at the camp, saw their luggage and personal belongings, their shoes and hair, which was collected off the dead and kept for re-sale. We read about their meager daily rations, exhausting work schedules, and terrible inhuman punishments dealt out at the lightest whim of the guards. Finally, we saw the gas chambers where most had met their end, and the efficient crematoriums that were working at full capacity round the clock to keep up with the body count.
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