Channeling My Emotions About the Holocaust

Recently I went to the Holocaust Memorial Museum inPure anger.
DC. Each and every time I go I surprise myself withAnger that someone was able to say such horrible
the effect the museum has on me. Sometimes thethings about my nation. Even more anger that other
surprise is painful, as it was this past time. And I havepeople accepted these words without any protest or
absolutely no idea what to do with how I'm feeling.even mild reluctance. Anger that nations fell so quickly,
It would seem intuitive that the most obvious emotion Ialmost surrendering when evil knocked on their door.
would feel while walking through the museum is intenseAnd even greater anger that mass amounts of the
grief. I watch as many a person, Jew or non-Jew, isworld's population simply stood by and watched as the
brought to tears while experiencing all the terriblegreatest tragedy of world history unfolded under their
images and stories. And every time I walk in, I shed notwatch. They did not lift a finger until there was no
a tear. I've never understood why. Frankly, I wish I didchoice, when the problem became their own.
cry. It would make me feel a little more human. My lackSomeone I respect tremendously once taught me that
of tears always makes me feel like I'm some sort ofanger is a fake emotion. It's there to mask how you're
cold animal, incapable of feeling the appropriatereally feeling, and it interferes with your true
emotions relevant to the circumstances.understanding of how to live your life in a purposeful
I've never really understood this emotional "blockage"way.
of mine. I've attributed it to my lack of knowing anyoneI don't know what my anger is masking, if anything at
directly murdered by the Holocaust, as well as aall.
certain protective fence I've built for myself to preventIt seems to me like anger is a reasonable response
emotional pain, mostly as a result of knowing too manywhen hit so hard. But it feels, perhaps, outdated.
people who died in Israel. No matter how I explain howI do know, however, that with each passing day this
I feel (or how I don't feel), it never seems right to me,intense ire I feel is becoming less and less purposeful. I
and I wonder if something's actually wrong with me.don't know what to do with it. I don't even know at
This personal confusion only became morewhom to be angry. Somehow or other we're buddies
pronounced with my previous trip. I only felt oneagain with the Germans and the Polish. People who
emotion, no matter where I went or what I read orignored our plight are forgiven. Sometimes it feels like
watched.I'm supposed to move to a new emotional state, and I
Anger.just don't know how.