This past Thursday I went to Washington D.C. on a School Field Trip to see the Holocaust Museum. The museum itself was pretty depressing, but it was interesting to see the lives of the Jews and other victims who had to suffer. They had a lot of visual things there, including a room full of shoes. When I had first walked into the room, it wasn't the fact that I was surrounded in about a few thousand pairs of shoes all over the floor that was most memorable to me. It was very still in the room and dark, all of the shoes were a dark gray & dirty color.
What the shoes actually stood for was how the people at the concentration camps had to remove their clothing and shoes before entering the gas chambers. It was really overwhelming to see that many shoes just covering the floor and thinking about the owners of these shoes that had to suffer & die just because one person didn’t accept them for one reason or another. I thought I would share because being a dire shoe lover, it made me think differently about the shoes lying on the floor, they were someone's possessions at one point. But they had been taken away from their original owner who had been shortly killed afterwards, just because they were different. I think that prosecution against others who are different still happens today, everyone should be able to express themselves, that may be why I love fashion so much. It made me remember just how lucky I am, and honestly it was inspiring so if you ever get the chance I hope you go and visit the shoes too.
♥ Christina
