The Holocaust Story

I had never known what the holocaust was until I was nine. I never really cared about Jewish people. Where I lived in New York, was highly populated with Jews. My friends often joke about their weird beard and their long coats. They often parked wrong, their children will run across the street and they were always Jay walking. Kids will scream out "Hitler" when the bus passed the Jewish streets.

"Who's Hitler" I once asked.

"Some old guy that hated Jews" said one of the kids

I was interested into finding who Hitler was. I don't really remember how I found out about him and the Holocaust, but when I did, I felt really bad about myself. I got more interested into the Holocaust and asked some of my teachers. Unfortunately, half of my teachers were Jews, so I didn't feel comfortable to talk to them about it. I started to ask my sister questions. She had gone to the Holocaust Memorial Museum. She told me that some kid fainted when he saw the pictures. I got scared and never searched it. I eventually learned about Anne Frank when I was watching Freedom Writers. I taught that the kids made fun of them because they were young and didn't know.

When I went to Haiti, I was surprised that the kids will raise their hands and imitate Nazi Soldiers. My teacher got really mad. I know it was cruel of them but I think it is because their races have never been part of genocide. Ever since, genocide is probably the thing I fear the most.