• TechyDad
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      121 year ago

      Back in college (which is longer ago than I like), I went to the Holocaust Museum in DC. The most impactful exhibit was called Daniel’s Story. You enter a room and go back in time - into the life of Daniel. He’s a Jewish boy growing up in Germany around when Hitler came to power. Everything looks just fine in Daniel’s house.

      Then you go to the next room and time has skipped forward a bit. There are slight changes, but it isn’t anything too bad so you walk on.

      In every room, time moves forward slightly and the changes always seem “not too bad.”

      Then you get to the final room which is the entrance to a death camp. Suddenly, you realize just how all those “tiny/just fine” changes accumulated. But by now, it’s too late to stop it. You’re at the gates.

      Had the Germans launched the full blown Holocaust on Day 1, too many people would have objected. But after a slow burn of tiny steps for reasons that sounded plausible enough to not be widely objected to, dehumanization, and other such tactics, the Nazis created an atmosphere where “kill all the Jews” seemed like a reasonable outcome. At least to most of the general populace who weren’t Jewish. Or LGBTQ. Or political dissidents. Etc.

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          91 year ago

          It was gut wrenching.

          The other exhibit that hit hard (well, they all did, but this one was notable to me) was the train car. You can walk around it or through it. I walked through and paused in the middle.

          The plaque outside had said how many Jews were put in this car. I tried to imagine sticking that many people in the car, but I couldn’t. Then I realized my problem.

          I was trying to put PEOPLE in the car.

          Even though the “people” I was mentally putting in were imaginary, I was still treating them like people. If I switched to putting that many people shaped objects in the car, it became easy.

          It was a huge lesson in the power of dehumanization.