Murder of a child
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As of April 29, 1942, Jews in the Netherlands were required to wear a yellow Star of David on their clothing. This singled them out as different from the rest of society, although the only difference between the Jews and the rest of the Dutch population was their religion. Other than that, they were the…
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I always found it hard to understand why the Nazis kept the shoes of those they murdered. Of all clothing items, shoes are the most personal. Even today you don’t go to a shoe shop and just pick a pair of the shelves. You sit down and you fit them first to see if they…
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This doll belonged to a 7 year old Belgian girl her name was Aline Klajn. I could say 2 things about Aline. I could say she was from Polish parents and I could also say she was Jewish. But none of that warranted her death, but yet it did. She was killed because she was…
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Never Again are two words that are easily said. Though, do we mean them? Or are we just saying them to make ourselves feel better? Recently, I was called a “genocide junkie.” I didn’t judge the person who said it; I could understand where they were coming from. But I disagree—they are wrong. I write extensively…
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Your killing me did not stop your hate. Hate is like a disease, a cancer—it eats at you bit by bit, and the more you hate, the sicker you get. Hate is like a tumour in your head. It drives you insane up to the point that you don’t even realize anymore that killing an…
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Look into my eyes and will see mischievousness m you see the eyes of a boy who is playful. Look into my eyes and you will see no sorrows. Look into my eyes and you will see pure innocence. Look into my eyes and you will see no hate. Look into me eyes and you…
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41 Months and 6 Days was all I was allowed to live. After 41 Months and 6 Days I was given a death sentence. No, I was not a criminal. No, I harmed no one. In fact I wasn’t even of a school going age as of yet. What did I do in those 41…
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When the rain falls, my face gets wet. When the sun shines, it blinds my eyes. When the snow falls, I want to go out and feel the crunch of the fresh new snow beneath my feet. When it is muddy, I get dirty. When I am hungry, I eat. When I am thirsty, I…
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I was going to write an article about Ursula Gerson, who was murdered in Auschwitz on September 6, 1944, at the age of 8. But then I saw there were more Dutch Jewish children and Jewish refugees, who fled Germany and Austria with their parents, who were murdered that day. Duifje Gans was murdered in…
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You stole my childhood and took my life for one reason and one reason only. hate! Because of your hate you denied me to grow up to become a Doctor, who could have save your mother,your father or your child. Your hate stopped me from being an artist, whose paintings could have brought some much…
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