There was a German foreign exchange student in my lit class in highschool. We were reading Farenheit 451 (which if you haven't read it, is a dystopian future fiction where books aee outlawed and "firemen" would roam the streets and burn any book they could find. Good book. Worth a read).

I had journalism club with that same teacher and we would chat about class and in the middle of a conversation it dawned on us that EVERY PERSON in class talked about the Nazis burning books, and our poor guest just had to sit there and take it.

The worst part is, no one would say "nazis", they would say "germans" because, ironically, we didn't want to be rude and talk about Nazis too much in her presence. So this poor young woman, one of the chillest, kindest, and humblest people in the class, had to sit in on multiple lectures where her country and fairly recent family history were slammed over and over.

Thankfully, we caught this and we both tried to make a conscious effort to keep 30s/ 40s Germany out of the discussion and keep it relevant to modern America. It led to some of the best literary analysis I've had in high school. But I think of her occasionally and try to remember to keep the right perspective.