Lindsey Richmond
Madden's Holocaust Presentation
Even after seeing the extremely well done Holocaust presentation for the second time in my life, I found myself leaking tears uncontrollably, and fighting to hold down the lump in my throat. I knew that people noticed how bad I was crying, but I didn't care. Let them see. Let them see how deeply the story touched me and wrenched at my soul, and brought tears to my eyes. How in the world could someone carry out the unfair sentence on those poor people? How could the look into the eyes of a small Jewish or even handicapped young girl, and then with a clear conscious, brutally, viciously, and horrendously execute her? Maybe that's the missing link. Perhaps they didn't look into the eyes of their victims. Perhaps, even if they tried they could not force themselves to look into the eyes of a Jewish grandfather contemplating in his head how his daughter and grandson were faring against those who were only seconds away from beheading him. Perhaps, just one encounter like this could've ended the massacre had Hitler had the courage to face the eyes of a malnourished young boy, living on fear and hope of surviving.