I walk alone
Jack:You're such a nice person, Grace. If you weren't Jewish, you'd totally go to heaven.
Grace:You're a nice person too, Jack. And if you weren't gay, you'd go there too.
Watching Will and Grace totally cracks me up most of the time. I think Jack is just adorable. Anyway, strike this quote. It will only be ironic to my entry ahead.
On the darker side of things:
Okay. Yesterday I ditched was absent from school because I wasn't feeling so good. So, anyway, because of my absence, I was able to find out that there was a documentary on Hollywood and its attempt to depict the Holocaust. Being fascinated by this era, I decided to tune in for it later.
It was really heart-wrenching. I felt as if I was dropping from a hundred story building. I literally just shivered as I saw German Kapos order Jews to strip off their clothes and stand in line with their backs turned to the ceaseless firing of the German artillery, and simply rolling down dead from the edge of a canyon down to the ground. Piles and piles of bodies were just lying there, and the German officers just stepped all over them, acting as if these corpses were only heaps of dead rats. My heart felt like it was being blown into debris as I saw Jews screaming for their lives while they were being gassed... They were huddling close to each other, as if for comfort, some tried to "escape", but it was of no use. They were trapped, and I felt suffocated with them...
I didn't care whether it might have only been acting; the effect on me was as great as if I had seen it for real.
Needless to say, I will never look at the term "Anti-Semite" the same way again. Even though the Holocaust is over, I still can't help but feel the gut-wrenching spasms of horror, shock and pity to those who have died and suffered through this terrible ordeal.
I have to admire the Jews for their strength and hope despite these trying times. As I watched "Jakob the Liar", I was touched to see some of the ghetto Jews still hang on to their faith and the coming Messiah to deliver them from such atrocities and never to give in to the demands of the Germans. I stand in awe of this steadfast people.
Yet I can't help but think that watching only Hollywood movies about the Holocaust is only giving me a light approach on the subject. Of course, these movies only show the END of the war, the liberation... so as to leave their watchers with a message of hope. I am still left with a lingering, nagging thought that that is there was more desperation than hope during this time period (duh). I don't know who said it, but it is true: "Out of the six million who died, we only show the thousand that lived."
Profound thought. I wonder what stories those six million Jews held. I am intrigued.
But then again, my dad says that I'm too much interested in this depressing era. He could tell by my worn out copy of Anne Frank's diary, which I have been reading and rereading since I was in the fifth grade. She was the one who actually inspired me to write a journal in the first place... wow. Ever since fifth grade.
Enough thinking for now. What do you people think? If there's anything worse than writing your heart out, it's people who don't pay attention.
Grace:You're a nice person too, Jack. And if you weren't gay, you'd go there too.
Watching Will and Grace totally cracks me up most of the time. I think Jack is just adorable. Anyway, strike this quote. It will only be ironic to my entry ahead.
On the darker side of things:
Okay. Yesterday I ditched was absent from school because I wasn't feeling so good. So, anyway, because of my absence, I was able to find out that there was a documentary on Hollywood and its attempt to depict the Holocaust. Being fascinated by this era, I decided to tune in for it later.
It was really heart-wrenching. I felt as if I was dropping from a hundred story building. I literally just shivered as I saw German Kapos order Jews to strip off their clothes and stand in line with their backs turned to the ceaseless firing of the German artillery, and simply rolling down dead from the edge of a canyon down to the ground. Piles and piles of bodies were just lying there, and the German officers just stepped all over them, acting as if these corpses were only heaps of dead rats. My heart felt like it was being blown into debris as I saw Jews screaming for their lives while they were being gassed... They were huddling close to each other, as if for comfort, some tried to "escape", but it was of no use. They were trapped, and I felt suffocated with them...
I didn't care whether it might have only been acting; the effect on me was as great as if I had seen it for real.
Needless to say, I will never look at the term "Anti-Semite" the same way again. Even though the Holocaust is over, I still can't help but feel the gut-wrenching spasms of horror, shock and pity to those who have died and suffered through this terrible ordeal.
I have to admire the Jews for their strength and hope despite these trying times. As I watched "Jakob the Liar", I was touched to see some of the ghetto Jews still hang on to their faith and the coming Messiah to deliver them from such atrocities and never to give in to the demands of the Germans. I stand in awe of this steadfast people.
Yet I can't help but think that watching only Hollywood movies about the Holocaust is only giving me a light approach on the subject. Of course, these movies only show the END of the war, the liberation... so as to leave their watchers with a message of hope. I am still left with a lingering, nagging thought that that is there was more desperation than hope during this time period (duh). I don't know who said it, but it is true: "Out of the six million who died, we only show the thousand that lived."
Profound thought. I wonder what stories those six million Jews held. I am intrigued.
But then again, my dad says that I'm too much interested in this depressing era. He could tell by my worn out copy of Anne Frank's diary, which I have been reading and rereading since I was in the fifth grade. She was the one who actually inspired me to write a journal in the first place... wow. Ever since fifth grade.
Enough thinking for now. What do you people think? If there's anything worse than writing your heart out, it's people who don't pay attention.