Museum of Tolerance

Last Friday, we went to the museum of tolerance. Yes, it was moving. Yes, it was hard. Yes, we became waterfalls of tears. My great-grandparents having been in the Holocaust, it profoundly affected me to have seen all the atrocities that happened and how they did. Entering the museum, the first thing that caught our attention was a large spiral in the middle of the building. Later as we went down the spiral, we saw pictures of people along the sides. Our tour guide, Walter (who's daughter owns the Hawks), was an old, crippled man from Chicago. He had traveled to Europe to study the Nazi history, visiting sites such as Auschwitz. In his words, "All these pictures you have seen. All these pictures of men, women, and children. All these people were survivors of the Holocaust. All of these humans were a side-effect of what men can do to their fellow men." 

The last sentence hit me like a brick. History has a tendency to repeat itself. Take the world wars as an example. Or the American independence war, 70 years later, the US had their own problem with rebels. We must vow to stop these patterns before they occur.