Pouring My Art Out

That is a photo I took at Dachau. I have been to Dachau twice. I removed the color from all of the photograph except for the flowers. I wanted the simple remembrance, the tribute of the flowers, to stand out more than the ovens used to burn the bodies of the victims of Nazi tyranny.

Of all the opinions masquerading as facts, holocaust denial is the most insidious, the most evil, and the most bewildering. The historic evidence of the reality of Nazi atrocities is overwhelming. There are thousands of survivors, thousands of allied soldier who liberated the camps and witnessed the cruelty first hand.

There are records. There is testimony at trials. There are all those millions of missing people to account for.

And what does denying this reality gain anyone? If you are a racist or pro-Nazi, you should be proud of what they did. And if you are not either of those things, what do you gain from saying it never happened, or it wasn’t as bad as it is made out to be?

Please, explain to me what denying this accomplishes. I really want to know.

I finish with a map of all the camps spread across central Europe, that did exist, and were at least as bad as they are said to have been. Those are facts. Not opinions.