i remember the first time i saw a dead body. i was six years old, my grandfather was watching a war documentary on auschwitz. they had abandoned the crematoriums and just began shooting people and piling them in mass graves as the allies grew closer. one after another. hundreds of bodies, men, women, children naked in a hole. i wasn’t ready. and i’ll never forget it. i wanted to leave but couldn’t disrespect him; i had no idea what murder was before that moment. my grandfather served in japan during wwii. he was obsessed. he watched every documentary/nazi footage he could get his hands on, and i was right there with him watching. how it started with racism fueled by propaganda, how it switched to new immigration laws then ghettos then camps, then human science experimentations, then how to most efficiently exterminate of humans…such calculated horrors. in therapy for anxiety, i was surprised that my counselor managed to find this part of me, i rarely discuss it. i had never thought about how maybe i know too much, how i was too young to see, and he passed his ptsd to me. he saw these horrors in real life…he was afraid and had to understand it. now that i’m older, i’m grateful in a way. i know exactly what humans are capable of, and i know a man so brave yet terrified of war, he trained his children in the horror of it. he fought the nazi reich, i will too. i have spent my life in animal and human rehabilitation, now even in photos best i can because those images stay with me. forever. helping is my purpose because i grew up seeing exactly what happens to humanity when people do nothing. how dare someone stand under the banner my grandfather fought to defend, evil must be stopped before it can grow, and we have let it grow here. the war on drugs, private prisons, the pharmaceutical companies, our refusal to humble ourselves and apologize for our savage colonialism that still pervades the group think, people benefit from diversity. the emotional revolution is here, our generation is ready to stop being a cog for the money machine and are trying to start dreaming and thinking again. white supremacy has no place in the future. it must stop here.
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