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Conley's Cringe Essay: -----------------------------------------------Cringe Warning--------------------------------------------------------- Conley ---- Ms. Alldredge English 8 2 - 24 - 17 People don’t always make the right choice when faced with a problem. And they have a story, or a person, that they know is right, and is morally good. But they don’t always go back to that. Sometimes, people will go with what they think is right at the moment, and so if everyone else is doing it, they assume that everyone else must be right. Eventually, even the most important and influential story will fade under a new way of thinking. Everyone needs a person or story close to them and that is personal. My story that I go back to is a simple one; It has been repeated many times. It starts with an idea, usually a bad idea, like the idea to kill a type of person, or segregate a type of person, or to judge someone by something that means nothing. Race and religion are good example...

          My visit the the Museum of Tolerance was different than I expected. It was very serious. We entered a dimly lit recreation of the streets of Berlin, but at a smaller scale. There were screens inside shops where we were told and shown how Hitler rose to power, and we saw well crafted examples of posters for Hitler or laws declared by him. We then changed settings to a wide hallway with crumbling brick walls on each side showing how Hitler ruled, and finally how he killed so many people.           As a witness to this history I need to understand, and to see to it that it doesn't repeat itself, as it eventually will. It is our responsibility to learn from our mistakes and I believe that we can delay something like this from happening for a long time.

This is a friendly letter from the point of view of a black union soldier to his mother.      Hi, I know why we are fighting this war. I know what the good reason is. I know that I should be happy that I'm fighting for our freedom, but I get paid less than they do. I have to work harder than the other soldiers.      I do not know why they give us less, even though the are fighting for us. This war is horrible. If we even see the other soldiers, we are lucky not to be dead. People die not even knowing what happened, and so many people die.      We have the hardest job, and we get the least. I want to go home to you. I want to leave this endless suffering. But I know that what I'm doing is right. I know why we are fighting this war. So...   Yeah. That's my letter.