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DAY ONE of Tweets from 7:27 pm 12-6-11 backwards to 12-5-11
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My final message from Holocaust Museum is the quote behind the eternal flame. Deuteronomy 4:9
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In memorium twitgoo.com/521l3n
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#challenge. What famous quote by Martin Niemoller lines the exiting wall of the Holocaust self guided tour?
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"Never will I forget that night, the first night in camp, which had turned my life into one long night, 7 times cursed and 7 times sealed"EW
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I cannot adequately describe the emotions and thoughts experienced, looking at the extensive pile of victims' shoes
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The persistence of educational, religious, cultural, and political activity within the ghettos in itself constituted defiance.
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"...in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart." Anne Frank
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"Physically and mentally disabled persons were the first victims of systematic murder by the Nazis." Operation T4
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The US Emergency Visitor's Visa program was designed to save "persons of exceptional merit"
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40,000 German Jews found sanctuary in US, "a fraction of those that sought to enter."
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Hitler had homosexual men imprisoned in concentration camps and sometimes castrated. Lesbians were persecuted but to a lesser extent perhaps
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Nazi Germany was not the first or only country to sterilize people considered "abnormal". Before Hitler, the US held the record #of policies
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More from the Holocaust Museum. "Where books are burned, in the end people will be burned". Heinrich Heine
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Using cell phones to make museum digitally interactive and engaging for the wired generation. Cool! twitgoo.com/521c0k
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That ends my tweets from the special exhibit guided tour at the Holocaust Museum... twitgoo.com/521bvt
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"Propaganda" in general is not all bad, nor is it all good, but it is all biased.
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Nuremberg trials really were deciding if "words can kill"
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Owning any Nazi item in Germany is illegal
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Purposeful misleading comunication used, someone "evacuated" when really "deported" or worse killed
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Der Sturmer by Streicher, a tabloid purely against Jews displayed publicly to read to alter perceptions
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All teachers had to belong to the Nazi party. History rewriten and taught in school, new books and games, Hitler Youth program.
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Hitler appointef Goebbels who basically controlled"culture". Free radios which then controlled air/nationalism
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Black white and red were chosen by Naxis to represent old Germany
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Some of Nazi propaganda was also anti African German
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Nazi's were one of the first political parties to design a party banner.
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"All great, world-shaking events have been brought about by ...the spoken word. Adolf Hitler, 1924
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Nazis propaganda specifically used black and white vs color in the 30's on purpose when other groups were
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"Propaganda is a truly terrible weapon in the hands of an expert"-Adolf Hitler 1924
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About to start a tour with Sam twitgoo.com/5218qx
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First museum stop. twitgoo.com/52185s
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Dorothy we aren't in Litte Falls anymore. Check out my lunch. Can you name these foods? #challenge #DCbound twitgoo.com/5214yb
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Unlimited #oops
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Metro lines make traveling easy #DCbound, well so far so good. #transfer coming up. Thank you unlited pass.
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Ok you know your flight time is #early when the #CarribouCoffee isn't even open yet.
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It is my hope that the twenty-first century will be a century when a more caring, responsible, and compassionate humanity will emerge.
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First tweet I read. #Fitting. It's from D.L. Check it out. #DCbound
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#confirmed 3:45am is not a natural time for the body to get up #DCbound
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Less than two hours and my adventure to Washington, DC will be underway. I will also try to blog as I can at: serviceforclc.blogspot.com
United States Holocaust Memorial Museum http://www.ushmm.org/
If I believed in reincarnation, I’d bet money that I was somehow involved in the Holocaust. I’ve always been emotionally attached to that subject. In fact, in Junior High I even wrote a short story titled “The Red Scarf” which dealt with a young girl’s perspective of being imprisoned in a concentration camp. A few years later I visited the former Dachau camp in Germany.
Three years ago, I asked for “In Memory's Kitchen” for Christmas and was thrilled when I got it. As an Amazon.com review details, “Of all the documents of the Holocaust, this cookbook compiled from memory by the female prisoners at Terezin, a way station to Auschwitz, may be the most remarkable. The Terezin prisoners recalled and wrote down their recipes for chocolate torte, breast of goose, plum strudel, and other traditional dishes not because they thought they might ever need them--they were surviving on scraps and potato peels at the time--but as a testament to the future, so that their grandchildren might receive a fragment of their inheritance. The manuscript found its way in 1969 to Anny Stern, the daughter of Mina Pachter, whose poems on barracks life are also included.” (Citation: http://www.amazon.com/Memorys-Kitchen-Legacy-Women-Terezin/dp/1568219024)
But the one event that will forever be ingrained in my memory is my visit to Auschwitz. Words cannot describe that experience. All these years later and I can still bring forward specific images, smells, and overwhelming sadness. The camp had obviously not been used as a concentration camp for almost half a century, yet I could still feel the darkness that still hangs in that place.
So I guess it was fitting that my first museum stop would be here. It’s done well and seems somewhat inclusive. Although anti-Semitism is rightfully predominant in the museum there are sections that identify several cultural groups that were targeted including African Germans, Homosexuals, Gypsies, Masons, mentally and physically challenged. At the end they also have a part of the museum designated for other world crimes of genocide, like that occurring in Darfur.
I sent out several tweets from my self-guided tour as well as a guided tour of their special exhibit, “State of Deception: The Power of Nazi Propaganda”. Check out the tweet history archive also saved at this blog site. I also participated in a cool interactive SMS (text messaging) feature which guided you through the Special Exhibit by sending a text message with a question for you to respond to and then it would send back a new response and ask you to move to the next check in point. What a neat way to connect with the digital generation.
It was a lot to take in emotionally on day one, and one 4 hours of sleep, but I’m still glad I went. I spent some time at the end in the Hall of Remembrance—a gorgeous, airy room for reflecting on all that was and still is the Holocaust. I lit a candle underneath Auschwitz – Birkenau only because I felt a deeper call to do so.
The Museum has a lot to offer, both in person and online. Those of you close by can borrow the CD-Rom I received for educators titled “Teaching About the Holocaust” or you might want to check out their educator website at http://www.ushmm.org/education/foreducators/ for many other resources, lessons, and professional development opportunities including a free online workshop.
Being a night owl in general, my 3:45 am wake up call seemed unnaturally early. Thank goodness I decided against trying to drive down this morning or that would have been even two hours earlier! However, because one never knows what a Minnesota winter morning may bring, I thought it best just to get down here and have less of a distance to go. Good call.
This also gave me the opportunity to have a great meal with some good friends in Bloomington. They introduced me to a wonderful Italian place called Ciao Bella. Thanks to Ezra and David our dining experience was topped with complimentary desserts. At the end of the evening we were gleefully “drunk from good food”. The satisfying meal, loads of laughter and time with friends created the perfect recipe for a good night’s sleep.
Ok, “good” is relative here. “Short” would probably be more accurate. By the time I checked back into my classes and answered more email the hours were dwindling. Being that the flight was so early I opted for setting the alarm and getting a wake-up call. And before I knew it, they were both going off.
A pleasant shuttle ride over to HHH, now known as “Terminal 2” reminded me that for some people, 3:45 wasn’t so bad. My friendly shuttle driver started his shift at 1:30 am. Wow.
Check in at the airport went relatively smoothly. Not very long lines and I upgraded to a window seat. However, I was once again reminded just how early it was when my much anticipated coffee and oatmeal from Carribou was thwarted by the fact the coffee shop wasn’t even open yet! Bou you let me down!
Traveling in a digital age coupled with the fact that I’m still conducting my classes while in DC I am forced to carry much of my “office” with me. All the electronics with their cords, and my various batteries and chargers confused the extra machine. But after a quick search I was cleared and allowed to head to my gate filled with the sounds of a screaming toddler that I hoped I wouldn’t be sitting near on the plane. (Come on, I know you've been there with this thought!)
Airport terminals are their own little world and have their own rules and regulations, although sometimes I think it’s a matter of who’s working and what kind of mood they’re in. This particular morning, they were following all the rules. I watched as two desk associates commandeered a carry-on marked Fragile from one of the awaiting passengers. They claimed that it was not regulation size and would have to be checked. Although the item seemed perhaps an inch or two longer than their little white plastic bin of shame, it certainly made up for it in width. My first thought was that perhaps the carrier held an expensive ukulele, but then perhaps I’m biased. A more educated guess I suppose would be that the case held an expensive violin.
Not to appear to have singled her out, they then proceeded to take a bag from a second passenger, the mother of the screaming boy. Let’s just say be the end of the measuring, the begging, the explaining, the pleading, the removal of the bag, and what appeared to be the charging of the now “checked bag”, there was someone else crying. I looked at my carry-on and hoped I wouldn’t be victim number 3. But alas boarding calls were made and I was allowed, with my luggage to board the plane.
Normally I try to take direct flights when at all possible, but I ended up booking a package deal and that deal included a stop in Lansing Michigan. I have to say, I might start considering more 1-stop flights as long as I don’t have to change planes. There were so many extra seats on this first leg that I had the enter row to myself. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had the option of laying across three seats. I’m sure it was decades ago…you know, in the “good ol’ days” when flights didn’t fly at capacity. Of course that was also the time when there was no such thing as a non-smoking flight, just a non-smoking section, that any nonsmoker who ever flew would tell you was still smoke-filled.
The pilot announced that our plane had reached its cruising altitude, which meant I was free to take advantage of the spare seats. So there I was, stretched out across the row preparing to take a snooze to help make up for the lack of sleep I’d been running on the past two nights (well I don’t know if you can count it a full night when you have to get up at 3:45 am) when another announcement fills the air. Flight attendants would be coming around with their regular beverage fare and complimentary breakfast sandwiches would be available.
What???? Complimentary sandwiches? Talk about the old days, food hasn’t been complimentary since I was in high school! Now here’s where my new quandary became fueled. I was thinking I’d forgo the coffee in lieu of sleep, but now they had to throw in the word “Free”. I have a strange addiction to things that are free. I mean, after all, they are free! Here’s how bad it is, I don’t even eat breakfast, in fact, I kind of dislike breakfast, yet here I was, now willing to forgo sleep (which I love) all because some little breakfast sandwich was available, to me, for free! It’s a sickness I know.
Had I known they were going to offer the free breakfast sandwich on the second leg too, and not just to this space-privileged first leggers, I’m sure I would have opted for sleep. But my muddled morning mind (“MMM” for short) didn’t even think of asking that question when they came around with their little bundle of smelly freeness this morning.
Most of the seats were filled after our stop in Lansing and again, the whole trip went very fast. In fact, by the time we reached our cruising destination and I got out my laptop, had a cup of coffee and starting adding blog notes, we were descending again. I actually finished this about 7 hours later than I thought. And there concludes my early morning ramblings from Day 1 of my great DC adventure!