Resources

Pinchas teaching us his
story, so we learn first hand
at Plashov.

How can one teach without resources? They can't. And what is the best resource? One's own education, so I have several links etc to pass on to you, again. Educate yourself, know your surroundings, and educate others.


First, a poem, written by a past MRH participant which I hope to incorporate and use in the Evening of Education and Inspiration, as it is a fantastic look into the thought process that went into building these camps as well as someone trying to grasp this, after visiting.

Majdanek

                by Elizabeth Spalding

 What did the people of Lublin think as they saw

the road being built to Majdanek?

The barracks go up

The watchtowers rise

The barbed wire fence with a sign bearing death’s head declare, “Achtung!”

If not residents of Lublin,

then who won the contract on

The rubber seals for the gas chambers

The bricks for the crematoria

and the coke that fired them?

Who delivered seven thousand hundred kilograms of Zyclon B?

What did they think as three hundred thousand people, dazed,

disembarked from cattle cars and marched through their town

Clinging to a single suitcase of all their workdly possessions

And the delusion of resettlement

that made the inevitable bearable?

Did music blaring from two loudspeakers really mask the sound of

Twelve solid hours of machine gun fire it took

To kill eighteen thousand in a single day?

Who served the executioners their meals

When they took their breaks in town?

What did they think was burning in Majdanek

As two hundred thirty-five thousand corpses went up in smoke?

And the the camp was liberated

What math did they use to calculate

How many square acres thirteen hundred cubic meters

of compost rich in ash and bone could fertilize?

How fifteen hundred living inmates could wear

Eight hundred thousand pairs of shoes?

I wandered through those shoes.

They filled three prison barracks at Majdanek.

Floor to ceiling, rows on rows.

I could not comprehend this crime.

The numbers were too huge.

But when I saw a pair of red high-heeled sandals

Still bright among the piles of rotting shoes

I stopped.

What kind of woman would wear

High-heeled sandals to a death camp?

I realized: my mother.

And then I understood and wept.

Posted with permission of the author

Also, feel free to visit the following links, and share them with your friends and family to put a stop to hatred and anti-Semitism, and to stand up.

"Teen gets probation for painting anti-Semitic graffiti on synagogues, Holocaust memorial" as told by the Calgary Herald.

"Top Nazi Rudolf Hess exhumed from 'pilgrimage' grave" as told by the BBC.

"Debate: Anti-Semitism remains a problem on Canadian campuses" as told by the National Post.

"German Concentration Camp Criticized for Charging Entrance Fee" as told by Spiegel Online.

"Holocaust Survivor forms bonds with Indian residential school survivors" as told by APTN National News.

"Poland asks Jews for forgiveness on 70th anniversary of Yedvabne massacre" as told by Haaretz.com.