Sachsenhausen...

Sachsenhausen...

            I don’t think I have ever been to a more miserable place than Sachsenhausen concentration camp. I felt that it was horrible, but necessary. For years you hear about the concentration camps and what took place there, but being there on the grounds is something totally different. It’s like the very stones of the place are repulsive. The whole time I was there I wanted to leave, but I felt like I needed to see it for it to make an impression. The whole of my being said the place needed to be torn down and ripped away, but it needs to stay as a reminder of what happened. It is sacred ground where so many people died needlessly and cruelly. Humanity needs to remember that and honor them. I think the place serves a good purpose now because everyone felt the gravity and horror of what happened. The silence as we left the camp was striking.