Why Did You Do It, Hitler?

"There is always something that we don't know about other people. We can't just look at someone and be able to see their thoughts and feelings, their reasons on why they did something. I don't know what happened in your life that caused you to act in such a tyrannical and cruel way to so so many innocent people. People that in a way, were just like you. I don't know how you lived with the knowledge that you were responsible for so many deaths, so much pain, and so much loss but I don't know the whole story, do I. I wasn't there, I didn't witness these events. I cannot count on the history books to tell me the complete and whole truth, there are so many different versions of this story, so many different memories, so many different parts of the world that you lived in. What you did was wrong, and inhuman, but I want to know, why did you do it? Yes. I've read the textbooks, I watched the videos, they say you did it because you wanted to create a perfect race, a perfect, clean, pure world but that isn't the core of your reasoning, it can't be. That is merely the outer layer, the simplified version of your idea. What made you want that, who influenced you to want that? Who hurt you, Hitler, who made you hate so much that you wanted to get your revenge? Who, or what was the beginning of your twisted and cruel ideas? You did terrible things Hitler, why did you do them and how did you live with it?"

He sat there, almost transparent. The early morning light was bright enough that I could see him, slightly. His face looked stern and cold but tired. "I have my reasons, and I have a question of my own. Why aren't you scared?" He said, in a thick German accent, his voice cold and almost angry.

"Then what are those reasons. There is absolutely no reason to keep them hidden, your time has ended, your world is gone, we need the answers in order to not make the same mistakes again, have some empathy for once, have some compassion." I paused, glaring at him. "And I'm not scared of you because you don't exist in my world and also, underneath your actually scared, and hurt and you don't want anyone to know that you're weak and that you have no idea what you're doing."

"Maybe I just want to, maybe I just want the power, maybe I just want my perfect world. And don't you dare say I'm weak and scared, I'm Hitler, scared is not a word I know." He looked furious, angry enough to kill.

"But that's the thing, you just proved that you are scared. If those are really the reasons that you are doing/did what you did, then you have proved you're weak. You're afraid that someone or something is going to take away your power, you're scared that you will not be accepted if you aren't on top."

He turned away, clenching his fists, "I'm going now."

"Before you go, let me say one more thing. I don't know the exact reasons why you're doing this. I know in your time that you are still in power but listen to me. Don't do what you plan to do, don't follow through with your ideas, have a bit of compassion, and realize that nothing so twisted can form anything good. Evil cannot create good things; evil ideas, cannot create what you want."

The sun shone through the windows, and he was gone, leaving nothing but my memory, as proof that he was here.