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Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Hope That I Can Believe In

{link » A Year In Treblinka}
“It happened in Warsaw on August 23, 1942, at the time of the blockade. I had been visiting my neighbors and never returned to my own home again. We heard the noise of rifle fire from every direction, but had no inkling of the bitter reality. Our terror was intensified by the entry of German ‘squad leaders’ (Schaar-fuehrer) and of Ukrainian ‘militiamen’ (Wachmaenner) who yelled loudly and threateningly: ‘All outside’.

In the street a ‘squad leader’ arranged the people in ranks, without any distinction as to age or sex, performing his task with glee, a satisfied smile on his face. Agile and quick of movement, he was here, there and everywhere. He looked us over appraisingly, his eyes glancing up and down the ranks. With a sadistic smile he contemplated the great accomplishment of his mighty country which, at one stroke, could chop off the head of the loathsome hydra.

He was the vilest of them all. Human life meant nothing to him, and to inflict death and untold torture was a supreme delight. Because of his ‘heroic deeds’, he subsequently became ‘deputy squad commander’ (Unterschaarfeuhrer). His name was Franz. He had a dog named Barry, about which I shall speak later.”
 — By Yankel Wiernik, An Inmate Who Escaped
This was the first eyewitness account of the horrors perpetrated by the accursed nation of swine at the hell called Treblinka. More than 850,000 innocents from the Warsaw ghetto were brutalized and murdered there, including all my grandparents.

The Russian armies of Marshals Zhukov, Konev and Rokossovsky brought retribution to the swinish brutes for devastating Mother Russia. By all accounts discovered to date, the retribution was insufficient for the accursed nation's crimes against humanity.



{link » IAF Jets fly over Auschwitz}
“We pilots of the Israeli Air Force, flying in the skies above the camp of horrors, arose from the ashes of the millions of victims and shoulder their silent cries, salute their courage and promise to be the shield of the Jewish people and its nation Israel.”
 — Formation leader Brig. Gen. Amir Eshel


"Vengeance is mine; I will repay", said the Lord. And that is hope I can believe in.

Post #723 Hope That I Can Believe In

1 comment:

  1. Secular Apostate4/22/2009 5:16 AM

    If I had my way, every graduating high school senior in America would be required to visit the Holocaust Memorial Museum in DC as a condition of graduation.

    I find the museum a useful, emotionally wrenching, antidote to the cloying "I'm OK, you're OK" poison that gets passed around in the postmodern classroom.

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