Personal Narrative: Los Angeles Museum Of The Holocaust

3. I stood in the boxcar for a couple of seconds, and I looked at the scuffed floor, where the paint was worn down to the wood, and I could really picture all of those people being crammed into the boxcar and sent to their deaths.

Being in the camps was horrible. They smelt like dead flesh and were as cold as Antarctic. Ever since I was a kid, my mum said I had a big heart and the camps had proved that. Even though I was on the Germans side, I didn’t support anything they were doing; it was disgusting, to say the least. The Germans would shoot the Jew’s as if they were wild animals just running around waiting to be shot. Their faces so stiff, that they no longer seemed human themselves. Days spent hearing cries of despair and sadness, all caused by one guy who believed that, this is what they had deserved. A human life being put in the hand of another. I hated it, and the worst part was being able to do nothing but watch on and see hundreds, thousands lose their precious lives. It was silly and stupid, an unimaginable experience that doesn’t even sound real. How someone could be that evil is something that I could never comprehend.

There are various ways to commemorate a person or an event. The commemoration could either be a picture, a book, a special day, or a monument. Monuments are created to honor a famous person or a historic event. But before state/federal agencies or local communities start building a monument, there are some factors they should take into consideration. Including; the location, the cost, historical background, nature, and the significance of the monument, as well as the community’s perception about the monument.

The article “At the Holocaust Museum” By David Oliver Relin is about the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C. a place that not many people forget about. Objectivity is a statement not influenced by personal feelings or opinions in considering and representing facts. Subjectivity is a statement based on or influenced by personal feelings, tastes, or opinions. Some non-fiction texts are mostly objective. The article “At the Holocaust Museum” is balanced between subjective and objective.

The u.s. Holocaust memorial museum was dedicated in 1993. The museum’s permanent exhibit titled the holocaust is divided into three parts. “Nazi Assault,Final Solution, Last Chapter”. Upon entrance,visitors are given a card with the name of a real person who was persecuted by Nazis or their collaborators. They are guided on a path through a three level exhibit, which contains photos, artifacts, and audio and video footage as well as large scale installations, including a polish railcar that was used to transport jews to concentration camps and visitors are allowed to board. Throughout the exhibit visitors are given a chance to learn about the fate of the individual on their assigned identity card.

The Jewish faith is not a race; it is a religion. However, Hitler talked as if they Jews were a race of people that ruined Germanys greatness. He blamed everything on the Jewish people. He taught a message of hate ant anti-Semitism, that many people foolishly went along with. Today, I find myself wondering how can people be so blind. Then I glance through history and notice how much history repeats itself. And looking at the current state that were in, I can’t help but think of how can people be so blind. During WW2, money was no longer worth anything. People started burning money to keep warm. It had become as though the paper that the money was printed on, was more valuable than the money itself. People around the globe were suffering not just economically, but through great illness as well. This war ripped the world apart. And I can’t help but ask myself if this is possible to happened once again.

I visited the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum only having a small quantity of knowledge and understanding of the significance of the catastrophe. The Holocaust killing 6 million Jews due to a dictator who held such malice for Jewish people, discriminating against the people.

It’s my first time Im writing in this diary. Here's what happened to me and my faimly. It’s been a tough time. I’ve had to deal with many horrific situations, but I got through it. Not many people made it through the Holocaust. It was really hard for me as a jew myself, there were times I thought I would never make it through. But I surprisingly I did make it, but my family did not. I had two younger brothers named Markus and William. William was 8 and Markus 10. I as the older sister was supposed to protect them, help them, and stop them from getting hurt. But I couldn’t save them, I did all I could but couldn't help them. As on to my parents, I had a mom named Martha and a dad named Aron. He was named after his great, great grandfather.

I’ve seen many people die over the spain of my time here. Boxed into trains like roddents with no rights, no voice. It was another reguglar day here in the ghetto daily deportations, daily check ups at the factories. I Dan a worker here at the factory fear the day when I am no longer able to work for these, these devils. The word around here is that when theyre done with your you’re shipped out to a camp to die. Many say theyre ready to fight back against the Nazi’s i will never speak of them as soldiers because soldiers fight for their country not prison the ones that live here.

We were only given a few choices during the war. Every chance that we had to choose our fate, we had to be very careful. Evidently, the Nazis did not favor the Jewish people. We, the Jews, were animals to them. We walked and talked like human beings, but we were looked upon as if we were filthy animals. I didn’t know they thought of us like that. My mother and father shielded me from the outside world. They didn’t think I would understand. My parents were right. I would not understand. I was only eleven. Then they raided our house.

Since I was a little girl I have always wanted to travel the world, so if I ever got a ticket to go somewhere I’d choose Germany. The reason being is because I love learning new things about the history of the Holocaust it’s one of my top history interests. I’ve always wanted to visit the Berlin wall and visit other old beautiful places. The person I would want to take on this trip with me is probably my best friend Maria because she has a big interest on the Holocaust too. Since we were little we’d both say that when we grew up we were going to travel the world together and this would be our first choice.

The brisk wind rustled the leaves and the branches murmured. The morning had been chilly and opaque, with a curtain of drizzle sweeping across the plains. The decaying morality and despair of humanity has affected the weather, or have I just ceased being able to see colour?

I was fortunate to participate in a field trip with the Miami-Dade County School of Education to the Holocaust Museum, located at 1933-1945 Meridian Ave, Miami Beach Florida. At the museum, every statue and picture displayed are constructed to educate the public on the history of the horrifying events that happened not too long ago. Even the address of the museum is the recognition of such an unforgettable and tragic event, the Holocaust, 1933 through 1945. At the entrance of the museum stands a statue of a mother figure draped in a blanket looking somber as she embraces her children at her side. As I looked at their angelic like faces I already started to sense the hopelessness and pain these poor souls must have endured. Just a few feet from this statue towers the grand memorial of a giant dark and light green metal arm

(After the holocaust) I sat down with a woman and a child to retell the horrors of my past, I am Erika, a Jewish survivor of the holocaust. I don’t recall much of my infant years, but some very vivid memories. My story takes place during the holocaust. I’ve only wished for the family I never knew; my family experienced the holocaust firsthand. My parents and other Jews had been rounded up and sent to fenced off ghettos, with the word, verboten plastered all over the walls. Later, we were forced to board a train, my parents must have been eager to leave their famished and filthy lives. They must have been told they were going to a better place, a place where they would have food and work, but they hadn’t heard the rumors of the death camps.

Recently, our class visited the Holocaust Museum. We learned about how 80 to 100 people would be packed into a train car with no food or water. They were taken to concentration camps where they might never see their families again. Many were killed immediately, and others were forced to do hard labor. Although not to this extent, things like this still happen today. Every 19 seconds, someone dies because of genocide. Sometimes, the world seems like it is cloaked in evil, but Romans 12:21 one says, “Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” Even though there is a lot of evil in this world, there is a lot of God’s goodness and beauty in it to. Remembering the good left in the world can help us overcome the evil, and we should start with our own lives.