I will never forget looking at a set of encyclopaedias that my nan had (I forget what they were, only that they were red) and there was one volume I was banned from looking at. I think it was 21 or 22.
Either way, that's the one that had all the wartime photos in it and ones from when they liberated the concentration camps. I'll never forget those images. Ever.
How anyone could is beyond me but that's why we need to continue remembering, for those no longer here to tell their stories.
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It's possible I'm merging a few memories together. I'm not a fan of bombarding people with images of death (much like we see online these days) because it doesn't shock people and makes them numb to the reality of what they see.
But there are photos that will always stay with you. The piles of wedding rings are one of those images for me.
The belongings left behind. Lives never fully lived. They could be any of us if the winds changed even slightly. And they have been many of us.
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I'm not sure what my point is...maybe to keep talking about these things because they continue to repeat, with new victims but the same old strategies.
Even if we can't always stop things, we can point the finger. Shine a light on what people are trying to do in the shadows. Remove their cloak of power, wealth or whatever else they use to hide behind.
And we can continue to tell their stories. We only forget the past when we stop teaching others about it.
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