I have been doing blogs on the holocaust now for about 18 months. I did consider giving it a break for a while, not because I didn’t find the stories important but because at times my emotions were getting the better of me, and they were having an impact.
However I then realised I have to tell these stories because soon enough the last survivor of the Holocaust will have perished and who will tell the stories then?
Additionally I came across accounts of victims ,like the Pfeffer brothers,who have to be remembered because no one belonging to them is able to do it for them because they were killed.
I won’t be saying too much about them because the innocence in their eyes should be a stark reminder on how cruel humanity can be.The only reason they were killed was because they were Jewish, They didn’t commit any crimes. They didn’t even get the choice to play ball outside and accidentally break a neighbors window, or come home covered in mud.
No, they were Jewish and that was enough reason to kill them.
Their father, Heinz, was a German-Jewish refugee who married Henriette De Leeuw, a Dutch-Jewish woman. Frightened by the Nazi dictatorship and the murder of Heinz’s uncle in a concentration camp, they emigrated to the Netherlands when Henriette was nine months pregnant. They settled in Amsterdam
On May 18, 1944, Jan-Peter and Tommy and their parents were deported to Auschwitz. The boys were gassed on July 11, 1944. Tommy was 7 years old and Jan-Peter was 10.
And even their death was treated as an administrative exercise.
The District Court of Amsterdam ordered 21 June 1957 the change of date of death for Henriette de Leeuw, Jan Peter Pfeffer and Thomas Pfeffer from “about July 1944” into “7 July 1944”