*Today's post is by Dillon Bruce, seminarian at John Paul II Seminary and actor in Richmond Catholic Theatre's World Youth Day performances of The Jeweler's Shop: a meditation on the sacrament of matrimony, passing on occasion into a drama."
In high school school we learned about several key events of the Second World War. We learn about the general catalysts that provoked the sequel of the "War to end all wars," the American entrance after the attack on Pearl Harbor, and the invasion of Normandy. But in all these topics we focused on the American point of view; how it affected us and what we had at stake. However, we also focused on one particular aspect of WWII that the Americans had nearly no involvement in: the atrocities committed at Auschwitz. It was not until the end of the war that America really grasped the magnitude of the genocide carried out by the Nazis. To be sure, America knew something was wrong when thousands of Jews and other Europeans began showing up at its ports for refuge, but certainly we had no way of comprehending the magnitude and intensity with which millions we're being led to the slaughter.
The magnitude of it all was what jumped out most to me as I visited Auschwitz and Birkenau this past week. Auschwitz, though on a smaller scale than Birkenau, was saturated with the feeling of helplessness. It was there that the first experiments of the gas chambers where carried out. Birkenau's massive layout is unfathomable; one cannot see from one side to the next. Birkenau a systematic, carefully planned, and diligently executed death machine. Every person that passed through there was judged to live and work or to died immediately. There is no comprehension of the evil that ran rampant there for years.
Though no man can ever grasp the hate, the despair, and the suffering that occurred at these camps and in the rest of the Second World War, we have been given a beautiful and powerful response to it all: