As my internship at the Holocaust
Museum comes to a close, there is a bittersweet ending to it all. Obviously I
am grateful for the opportunity that was presented to me. I have been able to
utilize both my Russian language and my deep admiration for history in the
archival field. I got to feel like my work and the work we did at the Memorial
Museum meant a lot more than labeling videocassettes or translating Russian
interviews into English. We were able to provide indefinably valuable
information to the rest of the world. In this digital age, ignorance can no
longer be permitted in society. While working at the Linthicum branch, I was
able to see some of the 3D objects. These included suitcases, carts, and even
uniforms worn by actual Holocaust victims. What was interesting about the
uniforms was that they had purple patches still on them, signifying them as Jehovah’s
witnesses. There is something to be said to see these objects in person versus
in a photo or in a film, or movie. There is a realization that all of these
horrific events actually occurred. There is a power evoked seeing objects
witness to the unimaginable genocide. It is a bitter goodbye because there is
still so much work to be done. The generation of those who laid witness to the
Holocaust is dying out; their stories dying with them. Oral history is one of
the major ways to acquire these memories, and I would love to continue working
along side the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in their quest of
fulfilling their mission statement: Never Again. I want to thank James Gilmore,
an archives specialist, and all of the people at the Holocaust Museum immensely
for allowing me to have this opportunity. I think that I will never again be
the same person.
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