Write about what you fear the most.
That’s what I did again. I think if we all take a close look at our fears, we probably have more than a few, but there’s one in particular for me that has always been prominent in my life.
I’m a descendant of two Holocaust survivors who lived out full lives. I’m beyond grateful for the chance to have had that time with them. I was able to hear their stories, but unfortunately, also witness the grief in their eyes. Though I was young when most conversations were in motion, I was old enough to understand the velocity of their stories.
I took their words and buried them deep inside my soul. They were two proud Jewish women, yet, I was terrified to tell anyone I was Jewish.
What if they hated me as the Nazis and Hitler hated them? That was the mindset of a young girl.
Of course, people naturally found out I was Jewish through my life, and I should have been able to see that it was okay to be proud of who I was, but that wasn’t the case …
Swastikas were spray-painted on my driveway and garage door, etched into my school desk, and smudged into glass windows on the school bus. It didn’t happen often, but those few times scarred me badly. I had nightmares of being taken away to a concentration camp. I would be shaking, crying, and sweating in the bathroom in the middle of the night as a twelve-year-old. I was deeply affected by the hatred that has continued for decades.
As I grew older, I wanted to believe there was a logical reason behind the madness of hatred. After all, there is a reason for everything, right?
I began watching documentaries about Hitler and World War II. I learned of the mind games he played with an entire country. This form of hatred did not happen overnight, it was a seed that was planted and watered meticulously for years until Hitler was able to convince a large population that the Jewish people were the enemies. Hitler trained them to fear Jewish people as if they were monsters that would eradicate the German race, and there was only one way to stop this from happening …
Become the monsters.
Having a dictator as a leader for a country, you either complied or would be handled in whatever way was see fit. Here lies Charlie’s story.
Charlie Crane was bred to be a Nazi from the age of twelve, but he saw through the hatred. As the war began to unfold, and Jewish people were being tortured before his eyes, Charlie saw the truth in what was happening.
That’s when he met Amelia, a Jewish woman facing the torments of the concentration camp he was guarding. It was a matter of love or living, and it’s a choice no person should have to make.
This story is fictional, but there are good people in a world of evil, and even some who would choose another’s life over their own.
Let us never forget how cruel the world once was and always try to see both sides of every story, no matter how dark the story may be.