In the fourth grade I learned about Anne Frank and read the elementary version of her diary. We even acted in a theatrical play of her life and my girls have read about Anne Frank too in school. I have talked to them about trying to put themselves in her shoes, they can’t get past not talking on the phone to their friends and eating potatoes for year. Ever since I was nine years old I have been interested in the personal lives of Jews that survived the concentration camps.
Before I had a family of my own I felt it was heart breaking and seemed almost unreal that such unhidden evil existed thirty years before I was born. Recently I read about the secret death camp called Sobibor hidden in the Polish forests. Some of the survivors of this extermination camp were talking about their survival stories and the ones who didn’t live. 167,000 Jews and others deemed “not worthy” humans by the SS went to Sobibor and according to the survivors only 50 lived to see the liberation.
I’ve known for years that they killed children but when I see it in ink and some of the ages of children are similar to my own kids, I say a prayer for them. Infants in their mother’s arms were taken from them and thrown into the fire while they begged them not to do it. Seven year old boys dragged by their hair from their parents, shot and burned. Healthy teenagers gassed and cremated. Finally they stopped shooting people in the camps and just gassed and cremated everyone because bullets were expensive and believe it or not, the guards felt uncomfortable shooting people face to face.
No goodbye is worthy of that brutal departure from your family and from your freedoms. There are not enough words invented by humans that could describe how a mother and father would feel seeing these evil deeds being
done to their children. I try to think what would I do? How can I protect my children from a government hell bent on our extinction. Where is the hope? There is no one coming to save us, there is no one to turn to, our violent dehumanizing death is only moments away.
I could be wrong, but in all my years of reading about the Holocaust, I haven’t come across one survivor saying that they forgave the Nazis for exterminating their family and friends. I haven’t come across any of the victims families from September 11th saying they forgave those terrorists, is it just me or is being unforgiving for these types of atrocities forgivable. The mental challenge of what the survivors have to go through every day of their lives is daunting. Love ones lost, without a grave marker, without a goodbye without an “I love you.” Just gone and no one is alive to remember the day you were born. The legacy of your family rests solely on your shoulders with only your memories to be retold and written down. For the loved ones to even have existed, is dependent on what the survivors remember.
Anne Frank’s legacy lives on through the generations and inspires the human race to be better than the generation before. On this September 11th I will remember all of those lost, without goodbye’s and their freedom taken by people hell-bent on our extinction.