Places like this, Dachau, the American Civil Rights Museum, where you see just what humankind can do to humankind for the silliest reasons, are always hard.
After three hours I was ready to be outside again, keenly aware, after all we’d just seen, of how easily I could just walk through a door and do so.
The weight of that evil sits on me, almost oppressive, like, somehow, I should bear part of the responsibility or own a stake in the shame. And that by simply being a part of Earth’s humanity, even all these years later, I’m personally charged with never letting such a thing happen again.
You find yourself wishing maybe you were part of a better tradition if humanity… not the same bunch of the Crusaders or Rwanda or Kosovo. But, this is the history we got.
Important, but hard. Hope the kids understand a little, realize how quickly evil human ideology can turn to evil deed.