"4 days ago, I decided it would be a wonderful idea to attend the Trump Rally in Louisville."

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12. Undoubtedly you posted this exactly as it appears in the original,

but that makes it virtually unreadable on a computer monitor--and even worse on a mobile device. I had to paste it into a Word document and format it to be able to read it. And since I had already done that, I decided to bring the newly formatted version here and post it so that others could more easily read the post, since what it has to say is important:

Little did I know that it would turn into applying for media credentials, a race to get there on time, and one of the most exciting few hours of my young life. Now, before any of my friends or family think I have suddenly jumped ship and switched my political views, let me say that this experience was not eye opening because of the man on stage. If anything, seeing him in person has just pushed me further away so... sorry, my hopeful Republican family, I'm still a hardcore liberal.

Instead of talking about the things Mr. Trump had to say (which I'm sure you all saw on the 6 o' clock news), I am here to share my experience as a temporary member of the "media" and a nameless face in the crowd. I watched on in mild horror as the man running for president riled up the crowd as they attacked protesters with boos, a few punches from what I heard, and by ripping their signs from their hands.

I listened in awe as people from my home state cheered and applauded Trump when he said he supported torture and water boarding. But, more than anything, the experience that stuck with me was an interview me and my friend Ethan conducted with a protester outside of the stadium. The man we chose to speak with carried a large sign with the words "Trump is the son of Hitler" scrawled out in a sloppy mess of duct tape.

Expecting to hear a little nonsense (as we had with many other people we interviewed) I was stunned into silence by his story. He explained that his father had served in WWII and was the photographer for his troop.

He went on to say that his father had been sent on a mission to clean up after an old concentration camp. When they reached said place, all they found were dead bodies. The people who were deemed "too weak" had been killed the day before his father's troop arrived. He said his father took pictures of these crimes and when he and his siblings were about ten years old, his father showed them these photos.

He went on to say that the pictures had shown him "what hate can do to people" and that the lesson had stuck with him through his whole life. I was very near tears at this point because I saw the connection. I felt the pain and fear in his voice of seeing such atrocities repeated after history had warned us so strongly about men with hearts full of hate and the power to brainwash with strong words and a loud voice. If I took anything away from this experience, it is that. Hate kills.

Giving power to men with nothing but anger in their eyes and acid in their mouths will only result in pain. If any of you who are friends with me are undecided, please take this to heart. Please understand that a loud mouth is not always a sign of strength.

Understand that a man who wants to separate humans from their fellow humans is a manipulator trying to exterminate the opposition. Understand that hate breeds hate and that as long as we keep giving power to men who breathe destruction as they say "I love you", we will reap the devastation. We will be the ones who have to look back on this time and decision with regret and pain. We, the people of America, will feel the consequences tenfold if we put this man in office. Remember what hate does. Remember the history of our world... do not allow history to repeat itself.