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  • Nazi Scrapbooks From Hell | National Geographic Channel

    My first job out of university was working as the librarian for a genocide education centre. As most of the funding came from the Jewish community, the Holocaust was the major focus of the curriculum. (In fairness, the programme also covered the mass murder of Armenians, Cambodians, Native... more

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  • Rated by sidknee23 on Jul 05, 9:00pm

    My first job out of university was working as the librarian for a genocide education centre. As most of the funding came from the Jewish community, the Holocaust was the major focus of the curriculum. (In fairness, the programme also covered the mass murder of Armenians, Cambodians, Native Americans, etc.) During my tenure with the organisation, we undertook a project of videotaping Holocaust survivors - telling their stories. Another historian asked questions; I held the camera still and captured the faces. It was quite a large project - I cannot even recall how many survivors we interviewed. What I do remember - and had much to with me leaving this particular post - was a three-week trip I made to Eastern Europe. An itinerary of concentration/death camps with about twenty survivors. I was there to film - to preserve - the experience. The "experience" left me pretty emotionally exhausted. The nightmares I had as a child came back... Every night being walked to the showers. The most enduring memory I have of that journey took place at Auschwitz. One of the most well-adjusted survivors I knew looked around when we arrived. She was very quiet for a long time as we walked about the camp. She then started yelling, yes, yelling. "None of this is right! None of this is right!" No one quite knew what she meant, so I asked her. "The grass! The grass! The grass!" Another Auschwitz survivor started to cry. I asked her again what she meant. "There was only mud. Mud and shit. Not a single blade of grass. We did not even have grass to eat. Mud and shit!" I had never seen her angry before; I had never seen her cry; she was always the picture of dignity.

  • Rated by sallyjacobs on Jul 03, 9:39am

    . The Banality of Evil, in scrapbook form.