Photos and reflection by Kate Ott
Sopris Stars Correspondent
The Holocaust was one of the worst genocides in human history. Considering it wasn’t even 100 years ago, it’s still terrifying. The systematic, industrial killing of over 6 million people in the course of seven years, is anything but natural. I struggle to wrap my head around the fact that humans were capable of doing such things to each other. The following is a series of thoughts and reflections from my time experiencing ground-zero of the Holocaust.

In early February, I had the opportunity to spend two weeks traveling throughout Germany and Poland to study the Holocaust. The trip took my group from Munich, to Berlin and finally to Krakow. While we had time to explore new cities, the trip was largely focused on visiting historical sites — museums, memorials and concentration camps, including Auschwitz and Dachau (one of the first concentration camps built under the Nazi regime).
I’ll admit, I struggle to put it into words, but being there was entirely different than just learning about it at school. I spent about a full day at Dachau on a guided tour, where we went through on-site museums and preserved buildings.

I was struck by how much I didn’t know. I didn’t know about the Jewish ghettos, or that the concentration camps worked in systems. All I really knew was from pop culture, and I can’t remember the last time I learned about the Holocaust in school. For an atrocity of that scale, I didn’t understand why it wasn’t a bigger part of my education.

Walking through Dachau I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that the Holocaust really happened. The sheer number of people who would have been working in Dachau alone was impossible to visualize. Visiting Auschwitz felt like walking into a movie I wished was fictional. No amount of reading or studying could ever replicate what it was like being there.
There was one part of the exhibit that I was not allowed to photograph that made me sick: a room full of hair taken from victims. When I first entered and went to my right, there was a display case with several neatly braided bunches of hair raised on what looked to be a 20-to-30-foot, rolled up, rug-like textile. The entire piece was made with human hair.
I followed the edge of the room, and was met with a case that spanned the entire length of the wall. It was filled with a two-ton pile of hair, taken from over 30,000 women. The hair was discovered, after the camp’s liberation in 1945, in piles that were ready to be shipped to textile factories. My words can’t describe how it made me feel, but nothing has ever left a deeper pit in my stomach. Seeing the remains of so many people being stripped of their humanity and treated like cattle was devastating.

A phrase our tour guide used often was “industrial killing.” I thought at first it was another buzz-word kind of saying, but I was incredibly wrong. The term fits too well. Everything was built for efficiency and left no space for humanity. Over-crowded barracks, terribly unsanitary facilities and unsustainable rations of 1,000 calories a day for 16 hours of labor. The level of dehumanization these victims felt, and the system that perpetuated it was so severe that you start to question how people could even manufacture that reality.
Visiting these places drove home just how recent the Holocaust was. This was such a big event in history that can’t be ignored and its remains are scattered throughout today.
George Santayana, a Spanish philosopher, once famously said: “Those who don’t learn history are doomed to repeat it.” Considering some of the parallels I’ve drawn, I understand exactly what he meant.



