About five years ago, my niece came out of the closet. Most of my family is made up of very conservative Christians, and I was one of the few members of the family in support of her. In fact, even though I am straight, I have been a LGBT rights supporter for many years.
Many in my family came to me in search of answers. Many wanted to know why they should accept something that their religion told them was so wrong. Over the next few months, I spent hours in private conversations explaining to many members of the family that my neice was the same person taht she had been six months before.
She was the same person that she was two years before, and so on. I spent a lot of time explaining that nothing had changed about her, except for the fact that she had finally decided to let her inner emotions show for the first time. I found myself pointing out that my niece had not been pressured into her sexuality.
She had not been conviced by some outside force to change her sexuality. She was who she was, and she had been that way her entire life. I told my family members that it was up to them if they accepted her for who she was, but that they should know that if they did not accept her, they did not accept me either.
How can you accept one family member, but not accept the other? Over the years, there are many family members that have finally reopened their hearts and minds to my niece. There are others that still hold reservations about her, but I find that they hold the same reservations about me.
I have come to terms with that. I have found that I would rather have the unconditional love of some family members than the reserved love of all of them.
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