My parents took me to Dachau when I was in the 4th grade. I was haunted for weeks by the mounds of human hair, the pile of eyeglasses that was larger than our house, the life-size photos of the bodies to be burned. My parents did not brush the nightmares aside, they used them as tools to teach me about the evils that exist in the world, the importance of learning history, the importance of being an informed citizen so that something like that never happened again, and most important, the importance of respecting life. I remember my mother saying that every person that died at Dachau at one time had a mother, a father. They had a family history, happiness, laughter, imagination…most important, a life —these things were stripped away and destroyed by another human being. Seeing the horrors of Dachau --graphic photos and all—was probably the BEST pro-life teaching tool my parents ever used.
How anyone could not value a life from conception to death is beyond me.
How anyone could honestly say that it’s another person’s choice to kill an innocent child and that they should not be involved or say it’s wrong will forever be more horrifying than any image Dachau ever left in my mind.
We are nothing more than Hitler’s SS officers if we say that it’s another person’s choice to decide whether a child who has been conceived should be born into this world or not. We might not murder the child ourselves, but we did nothing to stop it’s death.