One of the most troubling aspects of visiting Dachau is the realization that it was right there all along.
I mean really, Evil has built a Concentration Camp located in middle of your small City, right there in your neighborhood, right on the other side of a simple damn wall that you drive by/walk by every single damn day and you are going to insist that you didn’t see it?
That you didn’t know?
That you didn’t suspect?
41,000+ is the officially recorded death count but since not every victim was worthy of making an official note of their demise there is a very real possibility that it was 3X that much.
So, you didn’t know?
Yeah, the wall was too high to glance over, but what about the smell? I mean really that many corpses had to stink, right? That many bodies crammed together under abysmal conditions had to have created quite a stink, no?
No, didn’t notice the stink huh?
Well what about the incinerator’s chimney black smoke when the fat from all the bodies drove the fuel mixture so rich that the sky turned black? Oh, you thought it was just bad coal huh?
Well then what about the sounds? Weren’t there screams? You know when they tortured and beat and shot and performed those terrible medical experiments, weren’t there awful sounds that disturbed your comfort level? Kept your windows shut, huh?
Well then what about all those prisoners that were marched from the rail station right in the middle of town to get to this Camp? Didn’t that make you wonder why so many go in & nobody comes out? Oh, right, as a simple everyday ordinary citizen, prisoners were not your responsibility to ask about.
What’s that? You are asking about our Concentration Camps? Well that was after Pearl Harbor was attacked and everybody was scared to death of Japanese spies and so it’s perfectly understandable what WE did way back then.
What do you mean not those camps of 80 years ago but the concentration camps that we’re building right now?
We are not building Concentration Camps.
We as the world’s most advanced nation are simply constructing temporary holding shelters for some of “those people” who have mistaken us for being a soft touch.
Why we even call them “Tender Shelters” for our special handling of infants and toddlers.
You know, you really should stop laughing & rolling your eyes at our answer.
No, your crying over the suffering of children isn’t helpful either.
“A voice was heard in Ramah,
wailing and loud lamentation,
Rachel weeping for her children;
she refused to be consoled, because they are no more.” Matthew 2:18