A Film Unfinished

The first thought that comes to mind would have to be how sick and demented the Nazi’s were. I can’t even begin to understand how Nazi’s could blame one set of people for everything that was going wrong or even how they couldn’t see what they were doing was wrong. The camera men who had filmed the Warsaw ghetto aren’t personally any better; they set up stages, acts and other sorts of fiction. They focused on the extremes, rich and poor, death rituals and circumcision. It didn’t matter whether this was actuality or just something that might make the holocaust look just a little better, for the people in Germany. Just because the camera men weren’t physically hurting the Jewish people, doesn’t mean that they were helping either. Lying and staging the camp, was not nearly as bad but they should have showed real life so everyone could see what was really going on, although I know the Nazis wouldn’t allow it. Mostly though, my heart went out to the families, friends, and children who had to suffer and watch themselves and each other die. I couldn’t nor would I want to imagine how they felt day after day, trying to keep hope and faith but still looking around and seeing all the bodies in the streets. I don’t think that I could have made it even for just one day, and many children were even born during it. Every day the Nazi’s would come up with new ways to torture these poor Jewish people, whether it was by filming the ritual bathing, making females join, not allowing food to come in, or by sending them to death camps. It was as if they weren’t people, but more little dolls you could experiment with. The Jewish people who suffered during the Holocaust, both ones that died and the survivors, are truly strong people.