In high school when we finished reading Night by Elie Wiesel our English teacher took us outside and showed us the back entrance to our high school.
It looked just like the entrance to Auschwitz.
Combined with the imagery they showed us alongside the book, a lot of our class broke down in tears - not that there wasn’t a lot of that before.
I was lucky enough to have teachers that truly wanted us have a great education. That book will be forever seared into my memory thanks to people who gave a shit.
In high school when we finished reading Night by Elie Wiesel our English teacher took us outside and showed us the back entrance to our high school.
It looked just like the entrance to Auschwitz.
Combined with the imagery they showed us alongside the book, a lot of our class broke down in tears - not that there wasn’t a lot of that before.
I was lucky enough to have teachers that truly wanted us have a great education. That book will be forever seared into my memory thanks to people who gave a shit.