We have the moral right,
we had the duty to our people to do it,
to kill this people who would kill us.
Heinrich Himmler, 1943
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The Last Jew In Stolin
by Sara Salzman
He holds the shovel with infinite patience
chink chink chink
as dry earth and tiny stones fall upon bones, bleached by time.
His body davens to the sound of Kaddish
chink chink
yisgadal v¹yiskadash
They watch from the edge of the pit.
A ripple passes through the crowd,
each smooth naked body bends slightly at the waist
davens in time with the shovel.
Chink chink
Yisborach v¹yishtabach v¹yispo¹ar v¹yisromam v¹yisnaseh v¹yis-hador
Chink chink
one by one they fade from view
until no bones are seen no bodies stare from the edge
only grass and dirt and stone.
He bows. Turns.
Walks back to town.
Through the woods, slowly pacing his steps.
Chashka.
Velvul.
Avram.
Sara.
To the edge of the woods, the edge of town.
Leah.
Yosef.
Channa.
Yankel.
Past the wood framed houses.
Shlemka.
Mindel.
Reb Ariyah
and the babies.
And in the town,
the wagons pass,
the peddlers cry.
A stone obelisk points to the sky.
Empty dates. No names.
Human feces at the base of the stone.
NOTE: In 1942, the Jews of Stolin, Poland, were rounded up by the Nazis and
forced, naked and shivering, to dig a pit 11 miles from town. They were then
shot, their bodies buried by the Nazis in the pit. In 1945, Russian soldiers
liberating Poland, dug up the bodies, searching for Jewish gold. The bodies
were not reburied. Since then, the sole surviving Jew in Stolin, now in his
80s, walks every morning to the pit to cover up bones exposed by the
elements, and walks back home. His journey lasts the entire day.
Did You Know?
Mania Altman
Lelka Birnbaum
Alexander Hornemann
Jacqueline Morgenstern
Lea Klygermann
These are the names of five children. Five out of
twenty who were hanged in the cellar of a school from hooks on the wall. The
first child to be strung up was so light - due to disease and malnutrition -
that the rope wouldn't strangle him. The SS-corporal had to use all of his
own weight to tighten the noose. Then he hanged the others, two at a time,
from different hooks. "Like pictures on the wall" he would recall later.
Five children, each a reminder of the evil efficiency of the
Holocaust. It takes 15 seconds to read their names. Reading the names of all
the victims - for eight hours a day, seven days a week - would take three
years and seven months.
Three years and seven months - that is also the period that elapsed
from the first gas chamber in Chelmno to the release of the last survivor.
The time that it took to kill eleven million Jews, homosexuals, Romanies,
Jehova's Witnesses, disabled persons or dissidents is equivalent to the time
it would take to read their names.
Five children, each one a reminder of the unspeakable brutality of the
past. Before they died, they were used as human guinea-pigs in medical
experiments at the Neuengamme concentration camp. Tuberculosis bacteria were
applied directly to their lungs. Their lymph glands were removed. They were
carefully observed, examined and photographed as the disease progressed.
Five children, each also a reminder of how close the naked ideology of
violence looms. Not one of the children was older than twelve. Had they
survived another two weeks, they would have been liberated by the German
capitulation. Tomorrow they would have been able to celebrate that day - all
of them still younger than 65.
The grief, the anger, the despair that we feel must not lead to
dejection. The knowledge of what happened must lead to a resolve never to
let such a thing happen again.
--Goeran Perrson, Prime Minister of Sweden
Speech given at the Stockholm meeting
"Tell ye your children...", May 7 1998
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