this is why i have trust issues
Every day I'm derpin'
this is why i have trust issues
Hold on just a tick. Listen, I’m Jewish, so I’m perfectly capable of understanding that what he did was just…..well, there are no words for it. But let’s not round it up to simply Jews that got killed. It was six million people that died in those camps, not just Jews. Did you know that homosexuals were sent there, too? Yeah, I’m sure you did. They had to wear special little symbols on their clothes. Do you know what it was? It was a pink triangle.
It was six million PEOPLE.
But you let that roll over in your mind for a while and you are going to forever see this man as a monster, but that’s not what he was. He was someone who thought he was truly doing something right for his nation, no matter how shitty he was doing it. Believe me when I say that I don’t like him. I really don’t. My grandfather’s brothers died in those camps, and my grandfather escaped to Spain, then to Mexico. He was lucky.
This is not a monster holding hands with a little girl.
This is Adolf Hitler, a man, holding hands with a little girl.
Yeah. It’s fucking scary. It really is. Do you know why?
It’s because you’re seeing that he wasn’t, in fact, a monster. You’re seeing in this picture that he was a man. He was a man, and that’s really the saddest part of it all.
As a History major who specializes in the history of early modern Europe, I’ve studied a lot of dictators in detail, not just Hitler. The number one mistake anyone could ever make in history is making the assumption that only inhuman monsters are capable of doing terrible things.
Stop dehumanizing Hitler just so you can reassure yourself that “normal” humans aren’t capable of doing bad things. Hitler liked children and dogs, he was a vegetarian and he cried like a little boy when his mother died. I’m not saying he was a good, innocent person, but when you stop attributing human characteristics to historical figures like Hitler, it’s how you overlook people just like him in real life, and it’s how people like him end up back in power.
That last statement.
He was also a painter.
That’s why I love Nine so hard. He doesn’t show his feelings easily, he never talks about what makes him suffer, he isn’t prone to grand displays of affection. Not in the conventional way. But there is nothing escapes him about others’ feelings, especially those of Rose. I mean, let’s talk about this scene. To me, it’s one of the most beautiful, sweet and intense things I’ve ever seen, and I feel truly sorry whenever people underestimate it. The Doctor sees Rose feeling uncomfortable since the beginning of the episode; he notices her uneasiness, but he just observes her reactions. At the end of the episode, in this scene, he walks toward her, he listens to her talking about the death of the Earth, he observes silently her planet burning and, understanding how she feels, he just says her to go with him. So he brings her back to the twenty-first century to show her the Earth still living.
- You think it will last forever, people and cars and concrete. But it won’t. One day, it’s all gone. Even the sky. My planet’s gone. It’s dead. It burned, like the Earth. It’s just rock and dust. Before its time.
- What happened?
- There was a war, and we lost.
- A war with who? What about your people?
- I’m a Time Lord. I’m the last of the Time Lords. They are all gone. I’m the only survivor. I’m left travelling on my own because because there’s no one else.
- There’s me.
And then they had their first date. I mean, is there a scene more beautiful and touching than this? Is there a Doctor more fantastic than him? Is there a couple more wonderful, angsty, intense, moving, special than this? Definitely no. Doctor Who reached its eighth season, but I still think this is one of the most wonderful and moving episodes. “My” Doctor and his Rose Tyler, just as it should be.
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