Dbq 11 Auschwitz Narrative Essay

The year is 1945, in chilly cold January, the Soviet army comes across the heinous sight, Auschwitz. The soldiers release walking skeletons with damaged minds, and can’t help to look away in disgust or scold at the grotesque images displayed with every step they take. The survivors, immediately start searching through the crowds for their beloved ones and either find them stacked in a pile to collect mud and bugs or simply are offered no condolences, no clues about their state. When these people thought the nightmare was over, they found themselves with no shelter, no money or possessions, flashbacks that never allowed them to feel secure ever again and for some the idea of liberty was destroyed when their liberators forced their uniforms against the survivor’s bare bodies, a

taboo topic known as the “Rape of Europe”. For from that day these places began operating, we lost too much, we lost the meaning of humanity for words spoken softly into our desiring ears, gave away our minds to a catalytic force. Now, here I stand in a grave a few decades later, researching the atrocities of this genocide for a reason that came to me at night while I pondered after reading the diary of Anne Frank in 6th grade.
As I walk along the remains of a slaughter house, my eyes shift to the fence that signified the entrapment of the souls, which would never feel the warmth of the sun against their skin, never see the light in their loved ones eyes, forever slaves to the fence.

Few veterans speak about their experiences in the war, nature withers in pain as its children were murdered on its surfaces and survivors or family members bare a hole in their chests. As I walk against the rubble, I start to think about the actions taken against the accomplices of hate, and actions taken as global society. We came in unity to form a resolution, in which we vowed to never allow anyone to commit a crime against humanity again. That vow flew away with the wind. For a moment in history, we as the human race sat down in a convention to write a doctrine of sorts. Then we turned around and went back to our countries and let hypocrisy run high. In the United States, we let blood of our citizen’s flow onto the streets because of their color. In Rwanda, many eyes were shut because their ethnicities didn’t quite match. That hate didn’t disappear it just morphed into different aggressors in a new eras with a new pool of

victims.
A question flows from the sight before me, will our society learn from the mistakes of the past written on the pages of a history book or simply dismiss it until those words become the harsh reality of many?