When it comes to accepting the truth, sometimes it's hard.
I recently learned that my Great Grandfather was Adolf Hitler's bodyguard.
He worked for Hitler until he came to America as a defector.
Now people hate me because he was Hitler's protector.
Now I'm a victim of verbal abuse and even assault.
What my Great Grandfather did was not my fault.
Everybody turned against me because of what my Great Granddad did.
They treat me like a dog and their children are even bullying my kids.
When I think about my Great Grandfather, I feel shame.
But dammit I am not the one who should get the blame!
My family and I are leaving this state so we can't be persecuted anymore.
Everybody hates us and if we stay, there's no telling what the future will have in store.
It's terrible to be hated because of a distant family member's past.
We're packed and ready to go and our persecutors can kiss my ass.
