Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Residents of Berlin and the Holocaust

United States Holocaust Memory Museum, Washington, DC

I found this very curiously interesting article entitled, Beyond Belief: Berliners and the Holocaust which you may read in its entirety HERE. The article begs to answer questions such as, "what did the residents of Berlin know about the Jewish deportation, when did they know it and were they aware of the possible fate of the Jewish residents of Berlin?"

What seems to boggle my mind about the entire shroud of evil Nazi regime, is the denial in the minds of those who witnessed the mass migrations and heard the rumors of their fate, not only of Jews but of Christians. There are those who today who refuse to believe the Holocaust occurred, one such was a dear friend of mind, whose father was a "German soldier." One day we somehow got on the topic of World War II, and she related the story of her father; she said while he was not a Nazi, he was a soldier, and all that the world had reported to have occurred, never happened. "It just never happened! The Holocaust never happened!" she adamantly told me in her thick German accent.

I could have intelligently argued and recited evidence which discounted her claim, but I saw it was fruitless...I was after all, speaking to the daughter of German foot soldier, at the least.


by Alexander Kimel- Holocaust Survivor

Do I want to remember?

The peaceful ghetto, before the raid:

Children shaking like leaves in the wind.

Mothers searching for a piece of bread.

Shadows, on swollen legs, moving with fear.

No, I don't want to remember, but how can I forget?

Do I want to remember, the creation of hell?

The shouts of the Raiders, enjoying the hunt.

Cries of the wounded, begging for life.

Faces of mothers carved with pain.

Hiding Children, dripping with fear.

No, I don't want to remember, but how can I forget?

Do I want to remember, my fearful return?

Families vanished in the midst of the day.

The mass grave steaming with vapor of blood.

Mothers searching for children in vain.

The pain of the ghetto, cuts like a knife.

No, I don't want to remember, but how can I forget?

Do I want to remember, the wailing of the night?

The doors kicked ajar, ripped feathers floating the air.

The night scented with snow-melting blood.

While the compassionate moon, is showing the way.

For the faceless shadows, searching for kin.

No, I don't want to remember, but I cannot forget.

Do I want to remember this world upside down?

Where the departed are blessed with an instant death.

While the living condemned to a short wretched life,

And a long tortuous journey into unnamed place,

Converting Living Souls, into ashes and gas.

No. I Have to Remember and Never Let You Forget.


Please read the article, and always feel free to post your comments, I look forward to reading them!

Historically Yours.

1 comment:

  1. Dear Lisa,
    Thank you so much for visiting my site and leaving such a nice comment! I am a HUGE History Lover too! We learn nothing if we do not learn from our historical past! I am so glad you found my blog and will visit again to read more of your interesting posts!

    The Holocaust is a heartrending but necessary subject to remind all people that this horror can never happen again! I cried when I read your poem, thinking of their suffering, especially the children. How to express the unimaginable evil that man created during that dark time in our history!! So instead, we must never forget!

    I'd like to give you some info on a project that I am currently involved in--very small project with a huge emphasis to honor the Holocaust survivors and to always remember those who didn't survive, those who cannot tell their stories!

    Have you heard of The Butterfly Effect? If not, this is the link for Trudi Sissons' blog site:

    I think this is something you would be interested in! People from all over the world are making butterflies --the goal is to make 1.5 million--to exhibit at the Holocaust Museum in Houston, Texas in 2011! This project starts out with one butterfly, such a small accomplishment, but carries such a big message!

    Just as your post will reach many people and help to keep alive the memories and names of those voices that are speaking, still speaking, with so many stories yet to be told.

    We must never forget!