Penang War Museum

On Friday we went to visit the P.W.M for my report writing class, as our assignment is to write up on how to get more publicity to the museum.
Actually quite cool, cause its loctated on the site itself, a fort overlooking the Penang waters, where the British patrolled , and was then taken over by the Japs and used as a place of excecuting the p.o.w's

The highlight of the whole thing was definately when we went into the tunnels, about 1.3meters high, 1meter in width... Was so cool! i was the last, cause i'm not spooked by whatever folk tales there was for that area, and when i looked back, it was pitch black, total darkness. That small tunnel went round in a circle, could hold 200 soldiers, and ws sorta like a safe, so when there were bombs or enemy attacks they hid there behind the super thick walls.
We also crawled through an escape tunnel, smaller than the last one, bout one story underground, and climbed up and out.

Walking around the place made me think how cruel humans are...NOT a particular race, but Humanity itself. To what extent can one person hurt another?
For me, i cant posibbly imagine how its can be done...toture, brutal killing...
What on earth goes on in the persons mind?
Where does such hate come from?
How do you live after ?

The museum owner was telling us how he wanted the visitors to have a feeling of how it was before the war, during the war, after the war and now.
Amazing isnt is how the more things change, the more things stay the same.
Same wars.
Same hate.
Same violence.

I like this saying alot, and it comes from a man who actutally has been through the suffering and has the right to say it, unlike the polititions of today that just have really good speech writers.

No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin,or his background,or his religion.People must learn to hate,and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.

~Nelson Mandela~