When Tears Aren’t Enough
I’m rarely at a loss for words, yet I had nothing to say last week when my daughter asked me the simple question “why?”
Instead of answering, I stood silent as a single tear rolled down my cheek.
We were visiting the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum.
I’d been there previously, but my daughter hadn’t. She’s been studying the Holocaust in school, so I thought she was mature enough to fully appreciate the exhibits and the message.
For the most part, she was, and we took our time going from floor to floor as the timeline of events leading up to the Holocaust unfolded. Then we got to the floor with evidence of the Holocaust and all its atrocities.
We stood inside one of the small, bare and unheated railroad cars that transported up to 100 people to the concentration camps. We stuck our heads into one of the actual bunks from Auschwitz. And we stood next to piles and piles of shoes that were taken from prisoners right before they were gassed.
But nothing affected my daughter more than a photograph of braids in a larger pile of hair the Nazis had collected. (They stuffed mattresses with the hair collected at concentration camps.)
Braids define my daughter. She almost always wears her long hair in one or two braids, and this month, she taught herself to french braid. That made the photo of the braids very personal.
The photo and her reaction struck me too. They reminded me of how incredibly precious my daughter is, and how incredibly precious all the daughters that died in the Holocaust were.
And because of that, I just couldn’t answer her question “why?”
How can you explain to an 11 year-old girl that some people need to point fingers and find someone to blame for difficult times? She lives in a world where that happens on a daily basis. People find it simpler to blame a person or a group of people than they to understand that situations are complicated and are rarely the fault of one person or group.
How can you explain to an 11 year-old girl that some people will simply accept what they read, see or hear when that message justifies their own belief system? She lives in a world where people spew “facts” that are completely inaccurate just because they were presented as the truth.
How can you explain to an 11 year-old girl that some people place their material possessions and personal bank accounts above the health and safety of others? She lives in a world in which people complain that their tax dollars are being used to help those in need.
How can you explain to an 11 year-old girl that some people are comforted by the belief that there is only one legitimate faith. She lives in a world were so-called Christians condemn other religions while claiming ownership of a morality.
How can you explain to an 11 year-old girl that people are comfortable condemning those with different political beliefs and world views? She lives in a world when people use nasty words to define anyone who thinks differently than they do.
And how can explain to an 11 year-old girl that people who loved each other were killed simply for who they loved? She lives in a world where people still claim that some love is an abomination and sinful.
Any explanation I could provide as to why the Holocaust occurred would simply reflect a world in which she lives. And I didn’t want to scare her.
Instead, I scared myself. And no matter how many tears I cry about the Holocaust, I know they aren’t enough to stop the hate that still exists in the world.
Posted on January 6, 2013, in current affairs, history, My life, perspective, Politics, Uncategorized and tagged current events, history, Holocaust, Holocaust museum, media, musings, news, opinion, parenting, politics, relationships. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.
WOW!!! Scary isn’t it – our world is just scary!!!! So sad but so true!!!
And yet, as others have pointed out to me today, there is also hope for humanity… and, if Kendall has her say, stink bugs as well…
I think that by bringing your daughter to the museum, and letting her ask that fundamental question, “why?”, you are working to bring an end to the hatred in the world.
My fifth graders are reading the book “Number the Stars”, which is about the Danish resistance to the Nazis. We are going chapter by chapter, talking about these exact issues. Children understand, they do: so far my kids have come to the conclusion that people do terrible things to others when they label people as “different” and when they try to avoid responsibility for their own lives.
Kids give me hope. The future will be brighter if we guide them and then let them come to their own conclusions.
Blessings to both of you!
They are lucky to have you as their teacher. My friends are laughing at me because, after visiting the museum, Kendall has taken issue with my lack of compassion for stink bugs. She’s been telling me they too are living beings…
Oh, good for her! She gets it! You have done a good job, Trina!
My son said that this museum “changed him.” Two years later, he swears there were ghosts in the Anne Frank museum in Amsterdam. These experiences are so important. Beautiful post!
It is certainly makes one pause to think… about a great deal. Thanks so much!
I wish I could even start to answer at least some of your questions, Trina.
This is one of the most powerful posts I’ve ever read, Trina. Thanks for sharing.
Wow! Thanks so much!
Wow!!! Thanks Trina, I am sharing this!!! Very VERY true!!!