The shoe of a child

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There are so many horrific images of the Holocaust, Films and pictures of corpses on carts. Photographs of women and children being executed. There is a disturbing photograph of a Jewish lady with ripped clothes being chased by young children.

All of these images are very powerful but I have decided to limit those images in my blogs. Not because I don’t find them important because they are, but basically for 2 reasons.

  1. After doing these blogs for 2+ years I found they had an impact on my well being,both physically and mentally.
  2. It is so hard to fathom these pictures that people get desensitized by them , and they become more like raw data and the stories behind them are forgotten.

Other images , although not graphic in nature, can be more powerful and heartbreaking. Pictures of daily objects.

Pictures like the picture of a child’s shoe which  was found near the gas chambers at Auschwitz.

It is not just a shoe but also a story. The story of a child whose name is forgotten.

The story of a human being whose life was cut short because of hate.

A shoe which was put on every day, sometimes with the laces untied because the child was so eager to go outside and play with friends or to kick a ball.

On the other hand that same shoe was put on and the child was deliberately delaying putting it on and tying the laces, because he or she did not want to go to school.

A child whose future was robbed, and whose potential was denied to flourish.

What is even more heart breaking it was only one shoe that was found, It became a symbol of a broken life, a life interrupted.

So you see it is not just a shoe but a chronicle of the short life of a child,

 

 

 

The rape and the murder of 7 year old Patricia Wylie- A WWII crime story.

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The Republic of Ireland remained neutral throughout WWII. However Northern Ireland,which was and still is, part of the UK did not stay neutral.

On  January 26 1942 the first US troops arrived in Belfast.

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It must have given the people of Northern Ireland mixed feelings, On one hand they must have had the realization that they were dragged into the war, on the other hand they must have felt a sense of relief and security, with the US troops there to protect them.

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Unfortunately that sense of security would have disappeared soon, on the night of 7–8 April 1941 Belfast experienced the first part of the Belfast blitz. The attack was relatively small and it’s purpose was probably only to see how good Belfast’s defenses were.

About a week later the city was hit again this time killing about 900 and injuring approximately 1500.

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But then again it was war and something like this was to be expected. However what wasn’t expected was the evil within the US troops that were send to Northern Ireland.

Most of the soldiers were good men, and most of them were heroes for they had left the relatively safety and comfort of their own land, but had decided that they would give that up in the fight for freedom and against tyranny.

But the army is a reflection of the wider society meaning there were good but also ban men and some were just pure evil, as was Private William Harrison.

He  was stationed at Cluntoe Airfield in Ardboe, Co Tyrone, and, up until then, relations between the soldiers and local were pleasant and harmonious.

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By 1943, over 3,500 American troops were stationed there and the local economy was booming because of it.

Serving with the 2nd Combat Crew Replacement Centre Group, United States Air Force, Private William Harrison had got to know the Wylie family from Killycolpy near Stewartstown, County Tyrone, and became friendly with them.

On 25th September 1944, on a visit to the Wylie’s  home, Harrison who had been drinking wanted   to repay money he had borrowed from Mr Wylie. but he was out fishing.Harrison then decided to accompany the 7 year old daughter, Patricia, to the local shop.

Unfortunately they never made it to  the shop. Harrison took the little girl to a nearby field where he sexually assaulted and strangled her.

Patricia’s semi-naked body, partially covered with hay, was later found in a field half a mile from her home.

At an inquest into the murder a US Major vowed that this vile crime would not go unpunished. During the court martial in Cookstown that November, Private Harrison admitted choking the youngster, but said he didn’t know why.

He was sentenced to death and was hanged on April 7,1945 in Shepton Mallet prison in Somerset.

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Source

Belfast Telegraph

 

I am one in a million

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I am one in a million, my Father says.

I am unique in every way, my Mother says.

I am their bundle of joy my parents say.

I am a threat to the nation, the Nazis say.

I am costing the country a lot of money, the government says.

I should not have been born,  Doctors from T 4  say.

I am Werner Gross, I can’t walk by myself and I can’t hear or talk properly.

I am not wanted by the state.

I am only 4

I am not one in a million, in fact I am one of 2 about million children killed.

 

The 7 year old enemy of the state

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A 7 year old enemy of the state is what I am.

Not like a spy or soldier

A 7 year old enemy of the state is what I am.

Not like a politician or a criminal

A 7 year old enemy of the state is what I am.

Not like someone evil or bad

A 7 year old enemy of the state is what I am.

I am an enemy of the state but I am not alone.

A 7 year old enemy of the state is what I am.

I am a little girl, I am Annette Kohn.

A 7 year old enemy of the state is what I am.

But how can I be, my biggest crime is eat too many sweets

A 7 year old enemy of the state is what I am.

But how can I be, because my dinner I always eat.

A 7 year old enemy of the state is what I am.

But no longer, for I was killed in August 1944 in Auschwitz.

 

 

 

 

 

The other side of Anne Frank

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We all know the story of Anne Frank, well at least we think we do. But Anne Frank wasn’t only a girl who wrote a diary, she was also still a child and I think this is often forgotten. It’s probably because of her mature attitude but at the end of the day she was only a  child whose live was cut short and who was never got the opportunity  to fulfill her dreams.

Her last years she had to spend in hiding where he peers could go out for a picnic in’Vondelpark’ on a spring day or to the beach on a sunny day or put on ice skates in the winter when the canals were frozen and buy some goodies at the ‘koek en zopie’ stall- a stall where they sold cookies and hot chocolate milk or soup- for the young skaters.

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She was denied finishing school and going to college. When we just keep in mind that she wasn’t only a teenage diarist but also just a child we’ll realize how deep the drama really was. It was a child who was murdered.

Below are some pictures of the child Anne Frank

Anne Frank on her first day at school in Frankfurt, 1932.

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Anne Frank and 2 of her friends

 

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Anne Frank the writer

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A tear rolls down my face

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A tear rolls down my face because you made me cry, not because you hurt me.

A tear rolls down my face because you made me sad, not because you did me wrong

A tear rolls down my face and I wonder why, because I don’t know you.

A tear rolls down my face although I have never met you.

All I see is a young boy aged 9 with a happy smiley face, full of life .

This last picture of you, taken outside the entrance of a bank. is all that remains of you.

On the same day  day you started 1st grade in school, September 1,1939 an evil force swept through your land and declared you an enemy.

An ‘enemy’ that was all in their twisted mind, for how could a 6 year old be a threat.

There was no room anymore in your own land for people like you, so the evil force gave you a new ‘home’., called  Majdanek concentration camp.

You and your family had to go through a selection in this new home, in spring 1942 you survived.

On November 9th 1942 you were killed in a Gas chamber, you were 9. Your name is Henio Zytomirski

A tear rolls down my face because now I know your name and age.

A tear rolls down my face because I know I was 9 once.

A tear tolls down my face for I know the pain you felt was real.

A tear rolls down my face, knowing you died innocent.

A tear rolls down my face.

 

 

I am just a child

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I wear no uniform. nor do I carry a gun

My best friend is a doll

I am just a child

I do not hate nor do I judge

My school days haven’t even begun yet

I am just a child

I play with toys and like to draw pictures of our house and garden

My parents love me as I love them

I am just a child

I caused people to hate me but I do not know how or why

My life has just begun

I am just a child

Actually I am no longer a child

I am a number and a statistic

To some I am a non entity

I am a child with a name

I am Aline Korenbajzer

I was born on August 31, 1939 in Paris. France.I was killed on August 30, 1942 . A day before I turned 3. at Auschwitz .

 

Source of Picture

Ancient Faces

Only Tanya is left- The horrors of the Siege of Leningrad.

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It is not clear if Tanya Savicheva was born on January 23 1930 or January 25 1930,there seems to be a discrepancy in some of the records. The one thing that is clear is she died age 14.

She was the youngest child in the family of a baker father, Nikolay Rodionovich Savichev, and a seamstress mother, Mariya Ignatievna Savicheva. Her father died when Tanya was six, leaving his widow with five children.

During the siege of Leningrad Tanya kept a diary.She lost all her family but she herself was eventually evacuated out of the city in August 1942, along with about 150 other children, to a village called Shatki. But whilst most of the others recovered and lived, Tanya, already too ill, died of tuberculosis on 1 July 1944.

I am only adding one except of her diary which says it all.

Zhenya died on December 28th at 12 noon, 1941

Grandma died on the 25th of January at 3 o’clock, 1942

Leka died March 17th, 1942, at 5 o’clock in the morning, 1942

Uncle Vasya died on April 13th at 2 o’clock in the morning, 1942

Uncle Lesha May 10th, at 4 o’clock in the afternoon, 1942

Mama on May 13th at 7:30 in the morning, 1942

The Savichevs are dead

Everyone is dead

Only Tanya is left

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Thomas Pfeffer-not allowed to live beyond his 7th year

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Someone asked me recently when I will stop telling Holocaust stories? I replied “there were 11 million victims, once all of their stories are told I’ll stop”

I won’t be able to tell all 11 million personal accounts but this is one of them.

Thomas Pfeffer,Born: November 22, 1936, Amsterdam, Netherlands.

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Thomas’ father, Heinz, was a German-Jewish refugee who had 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 with Thomas’ older brother. They settled in Amsterdam.

Thomas, also known as Tommy, was born 18 months after his older brother, Jan-Peter. In 1939 the parents and brother of Tommy’s father joined them in the Netherlands as refugees from Germany. Tommy and Jan-Peter grew up speaking Dutch as their native language, and they often spent time at their mother’s family home in the country.

The Germans occupied Amsterdam in May 1940.

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Despite the German occupation, 4-year-old Tommy did not feel much change in his day-to-day life. When he was 6 the Germans sent his grandmother to a camp called Westerbork. Six months later, Tommy and his family were sent to the same camp, where Tommy celebrated his seventh birthday. That winter the Pfeffers were sent to a faraway ghetto called Theresienstadt in Czechoslovakia, where Tommy felt cold, scared and hungry.

On May 18, 1944, Tommy was deported with his family to Auschwitz. He was gassed on July 11, 1944. Tommy was 7 years old.