In trying to sort out the difference between his side of the world of soldiers and the other side of the fence that contained emaciated and dying people wearing the striped pajamas, the boy said, "What exactly was the difference? he wondered to himself. And who decided which people wore the striped pajamas and which people wore the uniforms?"
If we could rid ourselves of false judgments and misconceptions of people and break down those fences and barriers we would find that there is no difference. It took the innocence of a 9 year old boy to realize this in the middle of one of the most ugly places on earth. The Boy in the Striped Pajamas is a great read...very sad, but it leaves you with a powerful message.