When I started Pedal Powered Anthropology, I thought for a while about what I would “call” myself. Anthropologist didn’t seem to quite fit, although it wasn’t inaccurate. I wasn’t a “documentarian” or “documentary film maker,” although more and more that latter part is coming to the forefront.
I cannot think of anything more representative of the absolute worst that humans are capable of than the words on this gate. Arbeit Macht Frei–Work Makes You Free.
How long did these gates stand before the words on them took on the meaning they now have? I can’t imagine stepping off of a train, not quite knowing what was in store but fearing the worst, and seeing this phrase.