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FRENCH CHILDREN OF THE HOLOCAUST

A memorial
Serge Klarsfeld  

 
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The father was away from Badaroux on the day of the tragedy, which is described by Julienne Bonicel, the classroom teacher of the smallest children at Badaroux (cited by Jean-Pierre Nogaret in his Memoir of a Rebel):

On February 8, 1944, half an hour after the children returned for the afternoon, a man in civilian clothes appeared at the gate of the school and showed us his ID: German Police.
"Is there a child here by the name of Jean-Claude Rajchnudel?"
I pointed to the child.
"Come with me. The car is waiting at the bottom of the hill."
Jean-Claude turns white; he is afraid.
"Can I take him down myself?"
"Yes."
I take the little boy in my arms. The car is waiting. Madame Rajchnudel is up front, with her beautiful baby on her knees. The two big girls and Claudine are in back. Claudine is standing and greets me joyfully through the window She laughs and waves her arms.
Jacqueline and Marcelle are wearing the new plaid dresses their mother and father have just had made for them, which have dazzled everyone. They and their mother are dressed and done up as if on their way to the nearby city: necklaces, bracelets, rings and watches. The young girls look all the more excited to be making this trip today by car.
Madame Rajchnudel looks concerned without being alarmed. She no doubt believes herself to be the object of some minor formality of the sort to which she has grown so unhappily accustomed.
I set Jean-Claude down near her. I kiss him. I want to kiss the baby. My compassionate attitude and gestures earn me a brusk, <<Are you Jewish? If you are, climb in. There's room!>>
I recall lurching backward with the whole upper portion of my body.
I recall that instinctive motion with regret, as a gesture of abandonment that can only have added to the distress of that poor mother.
I waited all that evening and the days that followed, along with the whole village, for the return of those unfortunates. Even long after the war was over we continued to wait …
                                      
   
   

FRENCH CHILDREN OF THE HOLOCAUST

A memorial
Serge Klarsfeld

 
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