The other day in class, my high school students were telling me about things they’re grateful for. That’s how I found out that Bernice really likes Nazis.
At first I thought her classmates were teasing her, so we opened the floor for Bernice to defend herself.
“I like Germany the country.”
“Well, that doesn’t mean you’re a Nazi.”
“Also, I am interested in German history, especially World War II. I like the German army very much. They had nice uniforms.”
“That still doesn’t make you a Nazi.”
“And I think the Nazi generals were very great. They were very smart. And the Germans, the Nazis, did many great things.”
“Ahh–well…”
“Also, I think Hitler was a great leader. So my class thinks of me of a Nazi. That’s all.”
I looked around at her classmates and most had the same sangfroid “told-ya-so” expression.
In spite of all that, I’m not willing to write her off and call her a Nazi. To me, Bernice is a Nazi enthusiast.
Hilarious. I like you avoiding calling her a Nazi despite the “Hitler was a great leader” thing.
Well written, too.