Murder of Children
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I am a child I am innocent I am a daughter I am a primary school pupil I am a young girl I am a human being I am human I am a child with a whole future ahead of herself I am a potential future painter, decorator, dentist, neurosurgeon, homemaker, artist, musician, dancer, actress,…
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Just a happy girl without a care in the world. Nor should she have any cares or worries. Her job is to be a child, go to school, do homework but most of all to be a child. At a desk with a peaceful picture of grazing Frisian cows behind her, Maybe they ere the…
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One teardrop rolls down my face when I see your smile. I don’t know why because I have never met you. Yet I feel a profound sadness to know that this smile will never be seen again. One tear rolls down my face when I read you were murdered aged 4 or 5. Then I…
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This picture really upset me, it comes from an album from the National Monument of Camp Vught. When I saw the picture first I thought it was a family picture of 4 siblings. But these kids are not related, it appears to be a staged picture taken at Vught Concentration Camp But that is not…
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The aspect I find hardest to reconcile is the Holocaust’s horrific assault on children—the calculated murder of innocents. It’s an atrocity I will never fully comprehend. Some might argue that the Nazis didn’t target children specifically because they were young, but rather because they—or their parents—were deemed members of so-called dangerous racial, biological, or political…
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You didn’t have to do it. You didn’t have to kill me. You didn’t have to do it—you wanted to. You didn’t have to do it, but you hated me and didn’t think twice. You hated me, why? You hated me because someone told you to hate me. Were you that stupid that you couldn’t…
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There is a beautiful Irish song, written and composed by Jimmy McCarthy, called “My Wonder Child.” Below is part of the song text. “This child he means the world to me There is no more enchanted A child can take this place of ruin And magically enhance it.” This really applies to every child ever…
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I wanted to change the title of the blog to evoke an emotion, but I figured if this doesn’t hit you in the gut nothing will. It is the actual title of the picture it is from a public domain. I only changed the names from German into the Polish names. When you don’t know…
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I can never understand hate. I can’t understand hating a human being I don’t know. I just can’t and I never will. I understand love I understand love but can’t describe that warm feeling when you are close to someone you love. I can understand that feeling when you look at a baby, so pure…
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Jan Ruschkewitz, just a name of a young boy. A young bot born in the Hague in the Netherlands. 23 years after the international peace palace was established. A palace that was suppose to safeguard your peace. In the picture you are about 2 or 3, but your peace would soon be destroyed. Jan Ruschkewitz,…
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