No wonder why my grandparents didn’t want to talk about life in Poland during World War II. The Nazi leaders are callously discussing how to murder Jews like they’re herding eleven million broken horses and sending them to the slaughterhouse. These are human beings they’re talking about. I can’t wrap my head around this. Conspiracy may be a movie, but Mr. Bartley said it’s considered an accurate account of what transpired during the Wannsee Conference.

I’m overwhelmed by disgust as some of the Nazis in the movie describe Jews as:

• Inferior subhumans
• Sublimely clever
• Arrogant
• Self-obsessed
• Calculating
• Rejecters of Christ

These are outrageous reasons to justify genocide. I’m supposed to use these to support my position? No. Freaking. Way. My theory that he’s a part of a white supremacist group is beginning to take hold.

This much I’ve learned, and I want to shout it to the world instead of in my head: THERE ARE NO DIFFERENT RACES OF HUMAN BEINGS! The idea of inferior or superior races is a human construct. It’s made up. It’s false. It’s a lie! But people use this bull every day to justify hate.

My eyes meet Logan’s. Her face is deathly pale. I lift my chin, motion toward the door, but Logan shakes her head, picks up her notebook, and shows it to me. She’s been busy taking copious notes.

Why? When we’re not doing this assignment?

I drop my pencil, cross my arms across my chest, and send her a look letting her know I’m not pleased, but I’ll stay. For her. And then I get a glimpse of Spencer’s notebook. Across an entire page he wrote in black ink: Filthy Jewish pigs must die. He’s not quoting the movie. Those are his words.

I glance around, hoping Logan and I aren’t the only ones appalled by the Nazis on the screen. Daniel is a strong contender. He’s slumped low in his seat and has his hoodie up, shielding his eyes. Reg has AirPods in and doesn’t seem to be paying any attention to the movie. Kerrianne is texting under her desk. Heather keeps twisting locks of her hair around a finger and is focused on the screen. Jesse seems to be taking notes or doodling. Mason taps his pencil against his thigh, and every so often his eyes flash toward Logan. Why does he keep looking at her?