Posted on 08/11/2003 12:00:57 PM PDT by yonif
What can you learn from a shoe? As I stood in the Maidanek death camp recently, I tried to understand, tried to envision, tried to learn about a woman who died more than sixty years ago. I know almost nothing about her, other than the fact that she came to Maidanek and probably never left.
There are hundreds of thousands of shoes at the Maidanek death camp in Poland, all stored behind wire mesh. The shoes are dusty and mangled, most crushed almost beyond recognition. Our guide quoted the number 800,000, but I don’t really believe it matters exactly how many there are. When the mind is overwhelmed, it focuses on the little things, in the hope that this will assist the heart in coping with an overload of emotion and pain. Our guide has been to Poland more than 60 times, and he understood what we had yet to learn. You cannot focus on 800,000 shoes. The mind simply cannot grasp the number.
“Find a shoe that tells you a story,” the tour guide advised, and so I did.
In the end, the shoe that spoke to me was a woman’s shoe, with a slight heel. I could not tell the original color of the shoe, perhaps black, perhaps blue. I could only guess at the size, but even there, I would most likely be wrong.
What can you learn from a shoe? What was her name, her nationality? Was she from Poland, or did she just die here? Was she killed immediately upon her arrival at Maidanek, or did she survive the initial selection and somehow survive? Was she married? When she came here, was she alone? Had she already lost most of her family, or did they die beside her? Did she cling to her mother as she was sent to her death, or did she hold a young child in her arms?
What story can one old, dusty, crushed shoe tell me? I fight to create a life, a story for the shoe and find that I cannot. There is nothing the shoe can tell me. It has no story to tell. It remains a piece of a life, a puzzle that was destroyed, all that is left of a woman who once walked into Maidanek, but never walked out.
Right before taking us into the gas chamber, the guide sought to comfort us. He would take us into hell, to the exact spot where thousands died. The same walls, the same floors. Closed in a small room, but unlike those who had come before us, we would walk out. “Remember,” he told us. “We will come out.”
Maidanek is one of the easiest death camps to understand, because there is little need to imagine. When the Russian troops swept into Maidanek in July, 1944, the Germans didn’t have time to destroy the evidence, as they did in Auschwitz, Treblinka, and elsewhere. Here the gas chambers remain, with the stained residue of Zyklon-B gas on the ceiling and walls. Here the crematoria remain, still filled with the ashes of the last victims. Here the ashes remain.
Because it is so intact, Maidanek is also possibly one of the hardest camps to visit. It is a place of death, and death lingers in the air, in the ashes, and on the ground on which you walk. You stare at the houses that are but a few hundred meters from the camp perimeter and you wonder what kind of person can make a life so close to such death. Homes and gardens surround the camp. They open their windows in the morning, and see the crematoria. They entertain friends and play music in the shadow of the mountain of ashes. Once, they could have smelled the stench of burning bodies. The smell may be gone, but the air remains poisoned by the hatred. “What kind of person lives here?” I asked myself again and again.
As you walk into the crematoria, you see the table on which the Germans searched the corpses for hidden gold. Even in death, there was no dignity, no respect. You walk into the room with the ovens and, through the tears, the horror becomes more real, because you understand that it isn’t dust piling inside the ovens, but ashes that remain, even 60 years later, to hint of their anguish.
Just as we entered the crematoria building, the skies opened. Thunder and lightening raged across the land that had been sunny just moments before. It was not difficult to imagine that this was the anger and the tears of a God who still cries for His children, and I wonder if some of those tears aren’t for those who still, even today, are murdered simply because they are Jews.
I thought of that shoe again and again while I was in Poland. Each shell of a synagogue we visited, each desecrated, over-grown cemetery, each building that to this day bears the trace of a mezuzah, the Hebrew lettering, the symbols of a religion and people hunted to the edge of extinction. Though the Jewish people as a whole rose up from this abyss, Polish Jewry did not survive. In the end, the story of that one shoe is the story of Polish Jewry. Destroyed, bereft, and unable to tell its full story.
Maidanek is one of the easiest death camps to understand, because there is little need to imagine. When the Russian troops swept into Maidanek in July, 1944, the Germans didn’t have time to destroy the evidence, as they did in Auschwitz, Treblinka, and elsewhere. Here the gas chambers remain, with the stained residue of Zyklon-B gas on the ceiling and walls. Here the crematoria remain, still filled with the ashes of the last victims. Here the ashes remain.
Apart from in Israel, where the state sets out to protect Jews. This is why Israel must be preserved and its Jewish majority as well.
"Never again will we entrust our security with foreigners"
Beyond The Pale - The History Of Jews In Russia
It's a pretty in-depth resource, with full graphics.
How this could happen in a purportedly "Christian" European nation has always been a compelling research subject for me. Another good site, to see where Christianity was in the middle of this nightmare, is:
German Resistance Memorial Center - Resisting on the Basis of Protestant Beliefs
All this was only sixty years ago. My parents where in their twenties. It's just not that long ago. And now Israel and the Jews are the target of this same mindless, furious hatred, by the Muslim world.
Those who question the "Quartet" and their ill thought out "road map to peace" have been accused of being "enemies" of the peace in the global mainstream media. Yet history remains a witness of what happens when "good men do nothing," or do something when it is too little, too late.
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Unfortunately, with the blessing of many American leftists.
In 1989 while making a solemn pilgrimage to Yad V'Shem, I too had an encounter with a pair of shoes...
They were tiny and white, yellowed and cracked by time.
One tiny shoe had only a partial shoe lace and the other had what looked like a bullet hole through it.
I wondered about the Precious Jewish Baby who had once worn those tiny shoes.
And the tears came then as they are clouding my eyes now and I wept then and I am still weeping, my heart will Never be the same, I would Never be able to look at a Baby's shoes again without Remembering those Tiny White Shoes.
I did not want to look at those Tiny White shoes, the pain was too great to bear, I ran out of the room and out into the cool air of Yerushalayim, I felt as if I were being crushed and could not get my next breath.
I made it to a bench on the pathway of the Righteous Gentiles and hid my face in my hands and after what seemed to be an eternity, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I looked up and saw an old gentleman, his eyes were full of love and mercy, he silently reached into his pocket and gave me his handkerchief and said: "Daughter of Yerushalayim HaShem has today seen your tears."
I wept even more, until there were no more tears left for me to cry.
The old gentleman had disappeared and still to this day I have his handkerchief.
Never Again will my people suffer and die the way they did.
NEVER AGAIN.
I was studying the history of the tekhelet thread (tzitzit) and found that when the Ottoman empire ruled the Land of Israel they put to death anyone with the knowledge of extracting the die for the tekhelet.
Hasatan hates Torah and the mitzvahs.
That's why my talit has the tekhelet thread, all things are being restored and there isn't anyone or anything that can stop it!
Soon in our days...
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