Imagine that you are Helmuth. You have had many Jewish friends in school and do not believe that Jews are bad. Write a paragraph on what you would say to your father.

I know our society is changing, and there are many things we’re told to believe. But I can’t ignore what I’ve seen and experienced. My Jewish friends—they’re just like us. They laugh, cry, dream, and hope. They’re not the enemy. They don’t deserve the hatred that’s spreading like wildfire. They don’t fit the terrible stereotypes we hear about. I think we should help them. They need us. I understand the fear, the uncertainty. But maybe it’s time we should question the decree. Maybe it’s time to see beyond the propaganda.