Showing posts with label Holocaust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holocaust. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 February 2017

Denial

I deliberately went to see 'Denial' without reading up about the film, or the facts about David Irving or Deborah Lipstadt.
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What greeted me was a whole host of emotions in a film about the 1996 libel suit in which David Irving accuses Penguin books and Deborah Lipstadt - who, in her book 'Denying the Holocaust' wrote that 'David is a liar, racist and extremist' - of slander and a conspiracy to debunk his reputation.

I'm a young ambassador for HET, a charity dedicated to educating young people and empowering teachers with knowledge of the holocaust and highlighting the roles of the ordinary people that lived to see it and experience it. We speak regularly on the subject alongside survivors and try to be visible both in our communities and online.

I have often, during my time as an ambassador been named on social media as 'part of the conspiracy'. In 2014 for example, myself and two young colleagues ran a 10km to raise money for the charity and were met with direct Twitter comments including this one (pictured). I, like Deborah, struggle to separate my emotions when comments like this are made. In fact, twitter is an engine that has given voice to many more deniers than before were heard. During the launch of a London exhibition early last year, I was asked via Twitter if holocaust survivors would be present - quite an innocent question it seems, until I did some digging and found that the user was in fact a holocaust denier who has previously directly targeted survivors.

Over Facebook I also received a direct message, as a result of a post I'd written about the rise of the far right in Greece with parties such as the Golden Dawn with a view to championing multi-cultural society. It might not be holocaust denial in this instance, but a direct attack on the very foundations of a society that values the lessons we have learned from it. I think this response speaks for itself...

I've received direct messages like this since my work began at 18 and it is sad that we must be so vigilant.

The film 'Denial' did highlight the question of what to say to these deniers. Do we stay silent and let the facts speak for themselves? Or do we give in to our emotions and respond? Can we be educated enough to do both? There are many of my peers I believe could be one day - but none of us can ever be armed with enough, can we?

There were more parallels than this though. Young lawyer Laura Tyler stays up late into the night incessantly working on the case, much to the annoyance and intense misunderstanding of her partner who managed to sum up what many peers have thought of me and my work as an ambassador and probably of Lipstadt too.

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They have asked me, 'isn't it time to let the past be the past', say 'you're obsessed', ask me 'why do you even care, you're not Jewish' and tell us there is 'more to life than the holocaust'. But in the same room the question has been uttered 'What is the holocaust?'. For me, it is impossible NOT to involve myself in the continuance of holocaust awareness and education. Because once you have looked truth in the eye, walked the rubble and ruins of Jewish cemeteries and visited Auschwitz, you cannot live with a version of yourself that is silent. I cannot be uncaring, I cannot forget, and I cannot deny that it ever happened.

Denial wasn't just about the libel suit, but the absolute passion for truth, that the holocaust HAPPENED. It was about speaking against all prejudices and facing denial in all it's forms, from bedroom-denouncings to outright racism.

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I've been to Auschwitz and 'Denial' managed to capture the exact essence of the place that remains through some respectful film-making - although I am sure that many early mornings were needed to find the place so empty. From the shoes and suitcases of Auschwitz 1 to the endless rows of barracks and razed crematoria at Birkenau. Upon my visit I did not cry but since then, I have come to consider many holocaust survivors I work with, as friends or extended family even. To see that place again, was as though I was seeing it through fresh eyes, and I cried. (This helped me to gain some idea of why some second and third generation survivors cannot bring themselves to know their family stories in detail). The stillness of the shots, the mist, the coldness of the image, the quiet - it was exactly the eerie place I remember. Somewhere you can almost feel the past vividly. 
The film reflects and values this experience. It also asks us to be vigilant in our analyses and critique those who claim to be experts in the field but he film above all, champions that the truth is ultimate. The outcome of the case was as it should be, and Deborah and her legal team can indeed say that the voices of the victims were heard as justice was done.

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The fact that posters for the film were defaced with anti-Semitic comments and drawings here in London, tell us exactly why it's important to show it at present. The fight against denial did not end when Lipstadt and her team won the case. It continues today and is rife in social media. What comes next is up to us but it's important I think that we take from the film, that truth is ultimate. Do not deny truth. Be someone that fights for it. 

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Wednesday, 24 February 2016

Cleansed

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Sarah Kane is, of course, known for her particularly dark and radical writing and is one iconic theatre writer I really wish I'd met. She's a troubled young writer of the past who, almost 20yrs later, still manages to shake up our theatre audiences, or if nothing else, certainly makes us stop abruptly to think, to analyse, to be shocked.

10 mins into 'Cleansed' at the Dorfman Theatre and we'd already lost two members of the audience due to fainting. That tells you most of what you need to know about a Kane theatre experience. As director, Katie Mitchell says: 'We are not shirking any of the violence requested in the stage directions'. 'Kane's stage directions request literal violence. A tongue is cut off with a pair of scissors. Hands are cut off. So how do you do that in a way that is not symbolic?' Well she found the answer to that one pretty quickly it seems. Mitchell embraces the sexual violence, ripping it from the page and brandishing it to audiences that shift uncomfortably in their seats, discover an unusual interest in the lighting rig and distract themselves by digging the dirt from beneath their fingernails - perhaps this is what Kane pictured when she titled the piece 'cleansed' -  never before have fingernails emerged so immaculate.

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The production is set in what seems like a derelict school or prison facility in which it is not just the body that is trapped. The mind is too. Outside the walls of this prison there is nothing but hopelessness with the sound of bombs dropping, placing our abstract narrative amidst a world at war. The war exists inside as well, with a power hierarchy much representative of Nazi brutality during the holocaust. As Kane referenced herself, Roland Barthes said, 'when one is in love, one is in Dachau', so perhaps this informed the location that Kane needed for such a powerful and brutal, sexual message.

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The play begins with protagonist 'Grace' in a red dress, watching on as Graham begs for heroine from Tinker, the complex villain of our tale, who sadistically injects it into his eye - a bit of a metaphor for the piece really - injecting pain and brutality into the eyes of its beholders. That's where we lost audience member number one.

Grace, is looking for her brother (Graham). Her journey leads her to him, alive and well and the two duel like lovers, dancing together half-naked until Grace clambers on top of him to make love.


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Though Graham is not the only one with affection for Grace. Matthew Tennyson is marvellous as Robin, who not only looks amazing in a dress but who conveys the vulnerability of his character beautifully. He ventures out to buy Grace chocolates before Tinker catches him and feeds them to him one by one, with the same tool he'd cut Carl's tongue off with. We were watching torture, with Tinker instilling his dominance over such a likable and fragile victim. Robin struggles with his feelings for Grace, explaining that he's never been with anyone before. He exclaims 'I love you'. Grace replies 'I love you too'. He is delicate and it is a tragic moment as he shouts for help, for understanding, for someone to talk to, before ending it all with a noose made from tights. Matthew Tennyson is most definitely the highlight of this wholly unbearable experience.

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We also meet two homosexual lovers, Rod and Carl. Carl declares 'I'll love you forever'. Rod can only say, 'I love you now'. He struggles with commitment. The savage nature of love places them in this facility together, as Carl is systematically tortured, his tongue cut off, his hands cut off, his feet cut off. He is forced to confront exactly what commitment to Rod meant for him, 'I love you, forever'. The very words that had placed him in this nightmare. His final torture, is also his final moment of pleasure, as Rod struggles to support him as they have sex with one another. Soon after, Rod is shot. Carl - his fate is much worse.

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Our torturer Tinker is just as complex as our other characters. An exotic dancer arrives throughout the piece to perform for him, as he tries to pleasure himself, though it seems that he struggles with intimacy and instead asks, 'can we be friends?'. Grace mimics the girl's dancing, drawing attention to her quest for understanding her sexuality. Tinker is as emotionally trapped as his prisoners. He tells the woman 'I love you'. She replies 'I love you' too. They later have sex, with the girl dirty-talking as they do so, telling him she loves him, telling him to finish 'inside' - only he can't. Suddenly his villainy aligns - he is punishing those around him for their sexuality because he is unsure of his. He cannot be aroused by women or perhaps, cannot be aroused by the very nature of sexuality at all, that he so greatly despises.

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The final scene emerges. Tinker, out of frustration, shoots the woman dead. Grace is strapped to a bed and wheeled offstage, Carl wheeled offstage too. The two return to stun their audience as it all begins to make sense. Grace did not love her brother Graham. Not sexually anyway. Graham was the embodiment of who she wanted to be. She was trapped inside a woman's body and was screaming to find her true self, fantasising about his body. As she seeks help, she is subjected to systematic rape and violence. She tries to mimic the actions of those around her, flirting with the confusion of her gender and sexuality both at once. She explores both the female and male body and is finally confronted with her primary wish.

She reappears as Tinker reveals menacingly that the surgery is complete. He has removed Carl's sexual organs and attached them to Grace, with some very clever, if-not shocking, costume design here. She becomes Graham and despite the turmoil she's been through, says 'thank you'? This is, it seems, the harrowing and completely sickening journey of a desperate woman's journey to become who she was inside. A systematic torture centre, punishing the gender identity and sexuality of its prisoners, again as Barthes said, 'when one is in love, one is in Dachau'.

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The piece, although abstract, is extraordinarily clever. The events managing to represent ill mental health, torture, sexual desire, confusion, growth and love, all at once. It is a play about identity about pushing and pulling ourselves through our own sexual discoveries, about growing through our pain (symbolised by the sunflowers and daffodils that appear through the boards). It's about others taking pleasure in our torture and only some of us make it out the other side. Mitchell manages to give this piece new meaning with the growing conversation around transgender identity - the piece portraying the struggle, the betrayal, the hope, the torment, the torture - all parts of this tragic clambering through life in order to find our true selves.

Despite my acknowledgement of this vigorous declaration of all aspects of love and pain, one thing was certainly clear upon leaving the theatre, I felt anything but 'Cleansed'.

Sources: http://londoncalling.com/features/katie-mitchell-cleansed-national-theatre

Sunday, 7 February 2016

The Book Thief

I found a post buried within the notes of my Iphone, so almost three years later, here it is! (I hope I'm a bit better at writing now)

I'd almost go as far as saying that this was among my best films of the year so far. Twelve years a slave was certainly up there and Book Thief makes it too.

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The film has the kind of soundtrack you would want to buy and listen to all day long. It was emotive and reflective and set the tone well. That, combined with the beatified innocence of Liesel and Rudy with their bright eyes and flawless skin made it so you could not look away. You could see into their souls through their eyes and were drawn into wishing some good luck would come their way. Director Brian Percival couldn't have cast more beautiful children. 

The Book Thief follows Liesel as her communist mother gives her up to a German family, to keep her safe and to ultimately give her a good life. This rapidly follows the death of her younger brother which begins a trend of loss that Liesel becomes quite accustomed to. On her arrival to the area, schoolboy Rudy takes a liking to her and she to him, and they quickly become good friends. 

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It isn't long however, before someone arrives to stand in the way of that - a Jew. Liesel's new papa takes him in, indebted to Max's father and the dangerous secrets begin. There really are beautiful moments within the plot. For example, as Max cannot go outside for fear of being discovered by the Germans, Liesel describes the days to him as she learns new words from her books. One day it snows, and she brings in buckets full for him to feel. Her Papa soon joins in the fun shortly followed by our stern tempered, hard faced mama. It is a wonder to behold. A warmth amidst a film that is ultimately quite soul destroying. 

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Then follows air raids, conscription, death and illness. The only light Liesel has in her life is her friend Rudy, whom she distances herself from in order to keep her secret, and her books. The books that she reads at the Mayor's house when she delivers his wife's ironing are another escape for her, at a time when books are threatened by the Nazi regime. The relationship that unfolds between these two women is charming. The mayor's wife, Ilsa Hermann explains that she lost her own child when he was young and Liesel somehow aids her mourning, through the love she finds for life in her books and in sharing them. 

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When the commandant finds out he forbids it to carry on and so, Liesel's salvation lies in tatters, or does it. The title of the film lends itself to the solution and Liesel begins to steal books when Max falls ill from the cold of the snow she's brought in. It seems that happiness throughout is almost immediately destroyed by devastation. Nevertheless she is convinced that reading to him will keep him alive. But stealing books from the commandant has it's risks, luckily it was only Rudy, equally as innocent, that discovers her secret. We see some real devotion among children that truly reminded me of why I sometimes have belief in humanity. As he takes a beating and jumps into the river to retrieve a book, Rudy shows just how powerful a childhood friendship can be - although perhaps he wants a little more than friendship.

The set, the costume, the casting, the music - all brilliant. The script, also brilliant. It can at times appear sentimental but that is not a flaw by any means, it simply means that by the end, we are left more devastated.

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I have to applaud the ability of our two young leads in particular. They lit up the screen, and their friendship was completely believable. I can imagine them both running around set together in between takes. It's the kind of thing I remember adoring between father and children in Chitty Chitty bang bang. It's quite hard to have such onscreen integrity but with a heavy script that offered a very astute and adult voice to the young - they aced it. There was similar relationship between Liesel and Hans Hubermann, her new 'papa'. He is softer than his wife and they share moments of light-hearted jest at her expense, bring them closer together in a time of great unhappiness.

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All in all, on leaving the cinema I felt holistic content. As much as the plot destroyed all of the characters we so wanted to live happily ever after, the fact that it didn't give in to that, and instead stayed true to the book and provenance of the era, made it all the more special. It was nice to see a story more focussed on the relationships of the characters than on the events going on around them - as is so often portrayed in modern film. After all, in war, it is these relationships that decide our fate, more often than not. We will Liesel to go on learning, to go on reading and ultimately ensure that the fascist society she hates, educates itself against prejudice and war. When that final moment comes and Max walks in to greet her, we breathe a sigh of relief, that Liesel might finally have found someone that refuses to die, as everyone she has loved falls short of survival. Her passion for finding happiness and hope in everything is something we all wish we had more often.

I'm so glad I saw 'The Book Thief'. It makes a nice change from thrillers and superhero action films. If you want a film to help you reevaluate your life, or send sparks to your spirit then definitely make the effort! Some child actors with a very, very bright future ahead I think. It'll also be a nice one to cuddle up on the sofa and get a bit teary when it comes out on DVD!

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

Susan Pollack - the most humble, honest, eloquent & disarmingly kind person I have ever met

For all those who have scrolled past posts this week in the lead up to HMD, for all those who have thought to themselves, why do people care this much? Here's your answer.

These men and women, the survivors I have met and the families that were left behind, who didn't make it beyond the ghetto, beyond the fence of Auschwitz or the other side of the factory wall, who were left to battle the unthinkable temperatures in forests and on death marches. Men and women who could so very easily have been me or you, or more accurately your grandparents.

I have had the absolute privilege to hear from some truly amazing people. Ordinary people who survived unthinkable acts of inhumanity and unimaginable horror. Ordinary people who share their past, in the hope that we, may stand up for our future.

One of these amazing people, is Susan Pollack. I feel I have become friends with many holocaust survivors I have worked with but Susan is the one I picture when I share my experiences. When I sat across the room from these people, here in the UK, in Israel, in the US, knowing I had been to the places they speak of, I had seen it with my own eyes, their life stories became much more than stories, they became lessons to be learned. Susan Pollack is one of the most humble, honest, eloquent and disarmingly kind people I have ever met. To think that she has lived through such dark times, that she agreed to travel back there to tell me about such horror in the living room of her own home, and moments later is refusing to let me leave her house without a cup of tea or some cake… just says a little about the kind of lady she is. She is one of the only people I physically continue to write to and I cannot tell you how grateful I am that she entrusted her story to me, in such vivid detail and with such a vibrant belief that we much stand up against hatred and prejudice to create a just society for ourselves.


It did not end with the end of the holocaust. The lessons are still there to be learned...


In May 2013 I had the privilege of speaking with holocaust survivor Susan Pollack at her London home, where she shared with me her memories of life throughout the war. Her story is not only remarkable because she endured so much suffering, nor because she survived, but remarkable because Susan even after such an ordeal carries such spirit, such goodness. Susan believes that we must remember her story and the millions of others, to ensure genocide on the scale of the holocaust cannot happen again. We must learn from it to ensure a good and just society.

Below is the transcript of my few hours with Susan. The file names refer to video clips and is for my reference only.

Alternatively you can view parts of Susan’s story in ‘After Auschwitz’, a documentary made by myself, which also features survivor, Freddie Knoller. The film is available to view online for free here:
Full version (58mins) https://vimeo.com/94738448
Short version (27mins) https://vimeo.com/101650543

I will shortly be releasing the transcript for Freddie’s interview too. Until then, I leave you will Susan Pollack.

SUSAN POLLACK INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT


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I’m Susan Pollack. I was born in Hungary, in a small little village not far from Budapest, about 20mins journey from Budapest by train. This Felsogod, the name of it is Felsogod, is on the Danube. I don’t exactly know the number of the population there but it’s relatively small. And we lived there.

Tell me a little about your childhood. So, what was life like before the war?
Yes I was born in Felsogod and I lived there. I had a happy childhood. It’s a village, a town in history where children have been brought up as being part of the economic necessities. Which means that I was expected to take the ducks out, I was expected to clean the stables. We had a business, most people were self-employed in those days, to serve the customers. We had a coal and wood business. And clean up, be helpful in the kitchen. It was a good life and I liked it. T was a good life.
I went to a local school, primary school there in Felsgogod and that was really my childhood. I had friends from the village where I lived and it was a happy, happy childhood. Yeh.

And when did you first start to notice any anti-Semitic feeling towards you? Did you ever feel targeted?
Well ant-Semitism, how did it manifest itself in Felsogod? There were only about, I would think about, 18 Jewish families living in that village. We had own little synagogue, just a very simple synagogue and that is where we went to pray, on Saturdays and sometimes Friday evenings. But in, I was born in 1930, September.
I don’t remember any anti-semitism in my very early childhood. That’s not to say it wasn’t there. But I myself hadn’t been affected by it. That feeling, that sort of behavior, anti-semitism GREW in time. But again, it did not effect our lives that much because, perhaps we deluded ourselves. We felt oh well, they are just ignorant, malicious people. And the graffiti on the wall, accusations about certain things, we didn’t take much notice of it.
But as the times went on, as the years grew closer to the 40s, e certainly have had a clear indication of  that there was a growing anti-Semitic and fascist parties emerging on the political scene. I have, at the time I wasn’t so aware of it, In 1922, just to take back, in 1922 before my birth, there was already a legislation against the Jews; that the Jewish people, the Jewish students could not enter further education. It was reduced to a certain number, comparable to the percentage [of] the Jews [that] lived in Hungary for instance.
And my brother, I had a brother, an older brother, he had enormous problems looking for a future profession or career. But we thought, ok, it will blow over, it’s just a temporary thing. And as the years went by, as I said coming closer to the 1940s we had many legislations against us yes. That deprived us of social activity. My father could not keep his little business open. In the late 1940s we had been excluded from many other activities. And that’s how my education in Hungary, was also curtailed by a great deal. So it kind of grew, grew with the years.
And of course in 1939, when the outbreak of the war occurred, Hungary became part of the ‘axis’ alliance and everything changed for us.

(The Axis Alliance was the alliance between Italy, Germany and Japan during WW2. They shared mutual aims in territorial expansion and the destruction or neutralization of Soviet communism. Hungary joined in Nov 20th, 1940)



What’s the first thing you can remember affecting you directly? Was it not going to school? What made it hit home that YOU were being targeted. You were being singled out?

Well, I was singled out… the awareness of anti-Semitism, how did that affect my life?
I realized quite early on, in my early childhood that, ‘you Jews’ well it was graffiti on the wall, ‘you Jews go to Palestine’ ‘You Jews, we don’t want you here’. But I had a secure background, I had a secure home life and it wasn’t disturbing me to a great extent. And I went to a local primary school with all the other kids.
But when I was finished with the primary school, in the 40s, in the early 40s no school would accept me. So the only school that would, in a close-by town, it was a big market town called Vác had still a Jewish school open but that school could only take in – I think they had only a few Jewish teachers – they’d only take in, all the Jews, all the Jewish students so, we were crowded out, in that school. In the classroom there were about 80 students, 1 teacher, it was crowded out. I was at the back of the classroom and I heard nothing and I learned nothing.
And then eventually my father managed, somehow with great difficulty I would think, to find a school for me in Budapest, we were segregated, meaning few Jewish students in that state school had been, kept at the back of the class, with two empty rows between us and the rest of the class. The same thing happened outside in the playground, we could not play with the rest of the students. We were segregated.
So my education was perhaps zero you could say, I learned to yes, read and write, but little else.
So gradually, gradually I was were aware, and of course we wore the yellow stars outside, for Identification. And we heard, I heard incidents when young children, particularly at the railroad, had been arrested by the Hungarian Gen damme, just for being Jewish. And many of them have never been seen again. We shall never know where they were taken to. So arrests had been practiced already.

Now I’d like to let you tell us your story, going on from this, and if there’s anything I’d like to know more about, I’ll come back to it.
I just want to state, the difficulty of getting reliable information, trustworthy and reliable information. Trusting the government, trusting the local council, which we realized early on we could not do.  Because particularly after 1939, all news came from Nazi Germany and we were desperate to find out, ‘is anyone, is any country going to rescue us? What can we do, where can we go?’ And as there was no information available, we turned to setting up a séance table, calling spirits. And as I said, my brother, myself, my parents sat, with inverted glasses asking ‘are we going to survive, as a family’, because we felt the terror increasing. Not realizing what was already going on elsewhere. Because obviously everything was kept in secret. And as human beings, respond to hope, we felt it will come to an end, it must come to an end.
When the Russians entered the war, we had hoped that they’ll conquer soon but it wasn’t to happen.

(CAMERA CUTS OUT, SO WE ASK SUSAN TO BACKTRACK JUST A LITTLE)

So after the outbreak of the war in 1939, with all the great conquests that Germany had made right across Europe, we realised that perhaps our fate is doomed. So we turned to setting up a séance table. A séance table with spirits, asking what is going to happen to our family, are we going to survive as a family unit, will the children be alright and such questions. Our hope was responded ‘yes and the allied forces will be quick’.
And the Russians after 1941 they came, they will liberate us somehow, give us the freedom, that we did not have anymore. So that was the feeling, the feeling was a sense of abandonment, a sense of great fear of the unknown.  As I said my schooling was practically zero. We were asked to identify ourselves when outside, on everything I wore outside as a young child. I sewed on the yellow star on our clothing, And we waited. There was nothing we could do, we just waited which we hoped would be a short period of time, but it wasn’t to be.
Well, I learnt that we were the very last ones actually, in Hungary, the Hungarians were the very last community, Jewish community and the Romas included, who were transported. And how that happened was. There were some rumours, rumours emerging quite regularly without any reliable sources that we are going to be resettled somewhere in the East, but the council just shrugged their shoulders, ‘well we don’t know anymore than that’. So this was getting more and more regular and we had a life that wasn’t supported anymore because my father had stopped working and we had difficult economic situation at home.
One fateful day, actually it was in 1944, that we had a call up, a letter from the local council saying that that rumour now has been substantiated and come and we’ll discuss it. That resettlement programme. So by then they didn’t trust the Hungarian authorities but nevertheless they though, we’ll find out.
All the men had been called, 18 Jewish families who lived there. Then shortly after we had been called, the rest of the family, to say goodbye to my father. And I had seen him being brutally beaten up in front of my eyes and herded onto a lorry and I [haven’t] seen him since.
We weren’t allowed to use the public transport anymore, even with the yellow star (referring to trams for Jewish citizens only). We sent a Christian Hungarian lady from the village to take a basket of food to him and she came back with the information that, ‘just as well you didn’t see your father’ or your husband to my mum, ‘because he was almost unrecognizable’. They were so brutal to the men particularly. So whether it was the starvation that affected him, or physical torture, I don’t know. And so we realized then, that our fate is doomed.
Shortly after in 1944, one of the architects of the holocaust came and occupied with a relatively small army/troop. Within 6 weeks we were transported. We were transported, that was in 1944, May, at first to a ghetto in Vác where I went to that Jewish school and the Hungarian van damme said, just take the food that you can prepare. Came to us one evening ‘start baking the bread because in the morning we’ll call on you’. And that’s what happened. And we took just the bare essentials that we could carry. I was only a little girl and I so I carried, there was no luggage, we put everything into a sheet, and that’s how I carried my sewing machine. I was pretty good, I was 13, younger than that, on my back. Because I thought I would be able to support my family in a strange family, wherever that resettlement takes place. So I carried that, the bread, the food, bare essentials.
We were taken to Vác and stayed there for a few days. From there we were taken to an internment camp, a large disused mine. It was outside that we stayed, outside and I think it was raining at times and somehow we managed to erect a tent above our heads with one of the sheets we brought. And had the food that we brought. Occasionally we attached ourselves to various queues, some queues that would offer some bread which we never received. Other queues had supposedly given exemptions to those who had converted to Christianity but that didn’t affect us because we had no intention, nobody ever converted and nor would it actually stand up because of the Nuremburg laws that go back I don’t know how many generations. So, it was tough to put it mildly, very tough.
(Nuremberg Laws: At the annual party rally held in Nuremberg in 1935, the Nazis announced new laws institutionalising many racial theories prevalent in Nazi ideology. The laws excluded German Jews from Reich citizenship and prohibited them from marrying or having sexual relations with persons of "German or related blood." These laws were both an attempt to return the Jews of 20th-century Germany to the position that Jews had held before their emancipation in the 19th century; although in the 19th century, Jews could have evaded restrictions by converting, this was no longer possible.)

And we slept on the ground, then we walked, we were marched to the trains, the cattle trains, the box cars. And we kind of breathed a sigh of relief having left this mine. It was a very hot day, I remember that quite clearly. It was a very long walk and we were pushed into the carriage. Jam-packed with about 80-100 people. All women, children, elderly. And close the door, and we were suffocating in there. It was very hot. We were suffocating but kind of felt hopeful that ‘thank goodness we left this place’. The train was going and going and many of us died of thirst, lack of water, lack of fresh air, especially the elderly, the babies. And when the doors opened, of it was fresh air hit our faces and suddenly we kind of  came alive….Not all of us. And we arrived in Auschwitz.


What was Auschwitz like?

What was it like in Auschwitz? A place of terror, indescribable terror where shouting and big dogs were watching your every move. We just stood and waited.
Instructions came. I learnt Dr, Mengele and his trenchmen, because some of the Hungarian prisoners were whispering to me, don’t say you’re younger than 15, because that meant straight to the gas chamber. I didn’t know it then of course. When a Nazi asked my age, I said 15, and he pushed me to one group. My mother went to the gas chamber. She was in her 40s, tired and worn, anguished and very despondent.
My brother went to 1 group, …. ??inaudible???
A German woman said, take off your clothes, [we were] stark naked and shaved our hair and threw some disinfectant on our bodies, after the trains. Marched us into a big barrack with all girls. About 1000, in that big wooden barrack.
We were on the top level, there were three levels, bunkbeds. About 8-10 girls were sleeping in there, with one blanket among us. We were shivering, although it was hot.
Hardly any food given and that was all. Starvation, not hunger, starvation, that was eating every cell of one’s body.

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Starvation there, no food given out. We may have had coffee with no sugar, a piece of bread, like sawdust that we had to save because in the evening we had dishwater, soup.
I started losing weight very rapidly. But at first, we could lose ourselves in a fantasy game. So from 1 girl to the next, we remembered our home life and what will you have for breakfast we asked. A piece of bread with jam, with butter and maybe an egg. And so, you could taste it and you remembered. It’s a sort of psychological device . But that requires energy and very soon we did not have that.
That’s all we could do. We were taken to be examined stark naked in front of Dr. Mengele. 4 doctorates, I learned later. He inspected our naked body and those who didn’t meet his standard, couldn’t do slave labour, were sent to the gas chamber. We knew that. Girls who’d been there knew. We could smell the burning flesh.


MVI_2233
Had you heard of Auschwitz?
I could have never imagined that babies, young children, elderly people would be led into gas chambers. Even if we had heard, would we have believed it?
We should have known and the news had come out from Auschwitz at that time. There were two escapees from Auschwitz specifically to inform and influence us Hungarians of what was coming, to allow to. However, difficult decisions might have been. I mean where could we go? Who would take us in?
1938, there was a conference where many states had been called by Roosevelt in, Évian-les-Bains
, France, to discuss that matter.
That’s history, we didn’t know about that. Which country is going to offer a place of rescue? Not many did.



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Just describe what you felt in Auschwitz for me. What did it feel like?

Auschwitz was a place of terror. Terror but total complete deprivation of any individual thinking, of any kind of self-expression. It was total dehumanization, which meant that there was no complaints that ‘I can’t do this’ or ‘I won’t go there’ or ‘I’m hungry’. There was no expression. Losing your humanity completely, losing your needs, your desires, because the total complete overtaking of it by terror. Of being beaten up, of being tortured, of being disgraced maybe in front of the group before you’re shot, which we had seen. That was the life in Auschwitz.
It was overwhelming fearfulness, day and night. I can’t describe it in any other way, that was the feeling. The feeling that you want to reduce yourself in a little dot. Not to be seen, not to be heard. Practically not to exist. That’s what was Auschwitz, because nobody existed, there were only numbers, numbers on the arms which I don’t have, being a child, we were dispensable, from day to day.
Human beings didn’t count, didn’t count. We were just nothing, nothing, and so children, young people, we realized that very soon, almost immediately, almost immediately.
The terror has got a way of pervading, of entering the mind, it’s like when you hit a dog and it cowers in the corner. That’s how we were. I can’t analyze with anything else.
That’s it. When I was paraded in front of Mengele, stark naked, I didn’t want to be seen. But I knew, some instinctual idea came to mind to pinch my cheeks so they’re red, push out my chest although I was starving, so I looked big. So he could see and I disappear quickly from his eyes. And that was the act to being terrorized completely, because you knew the consequences. Yeh.
Terror was displayed in Auschwitz as a warning. Don’t try anything foolish, not that we could you know, we had no guns and we wouldn’t know how to operate that and where would go? Even today. There was no way to escape. 3 or four people have managed, by an amazing route but they were just the exceptionals.
We were guarded, electrified, the fences were all electrified and even if you could manage to put yourself outside, who’s going to support you? We can speak of a silent majority, ask questions, majority silent, whose side do they take? You never know. How can you be sure, if you walk in somewhere? Will they hand you over? Many did in the countries.
It’s a world that hasn’t been seen [since] and I hope it will never be experienced by anyone. Yeh.


MVI_2231
And so you did slave labour?
On one occasion, I was lucky. Selected for work and was sent to Guben, a German town where I did some simple electronic work testing equipment. If the light was green, ok, if it was red, it’s not. That sort of thing. We weren’t there long and quality and quantity of food improved.
Allied forces came closer, we had to evacuate and we were told to start marching. 1944, bitter winter, no clothes or shoes, we just marched. We’d scrape for food on country roads if we thought there could be a frozen turnip hidden there. Those who could not keep up, were shot along the way. That was the long weeks of March, into Belsen.



What was Bergen-Belsen like?

What was Belsen like? A place of death, a place of incredible suffering that we haven’t devised the language yet to express. The moaning, the giving up of life. All kinds of erm terrible, Typhus was raging and other infectous diseases [were] raging. There was no distribution of food. There was absolutely no hygiene, There was nothing. Nothing. Just suffering. Pure suffering.
So when the British liberated us on April 15th, there was no juberated outcry, because it meant nothing. Very few had the energy even to talk. I myself, I was crawling out, outside because, apparently that was common. We didn’t want to die inside.
The British liberators were very good at organizing the rescue mission. Small ambulances criss-crossing, picking up bodies that showed signs of life. And that’s how they picked me up.
They called in local Germans to clean-up, to wash us. And they placed me on a clean sheet, in a bed.
Belsen is total devastation. Most people died. I had been told that place will be burned.



What happened to you after liberation, where did you go to recover?
I went to Sweden, being a neutral country, they allowed about 1000 sufferers to go there to recover there. So, that’s where I was sent and that is where I got on my feet, in Sweden, a very good country for us, very helpful. I have wonderful memories from there, wonderful people I’ve met there, later on. And a gradual, the slow gradual rehumanisation actually started to kind of emerge in me. I was there until 1947, in Sweden. So that was, particularly a family who was particularly kind. They used to take me home for their Christmas holidays and though I could not communicate so well, as I never learned to speak Swedish, their kindness has always remained in my heart.
Unfortunately I so much wanted to see them again, but when I was better I was sent to Canada. I wanted to go to Israel but I wasn’t well enough. So I was sent to Canada so I wasn’t able to go and see them, which is a great regret of mine. But those small goodnesses is really what helps people, not big things, small kindness, generosity and inclusiveness is really the spark of life.
Then I was sent to Canada. I didn’t do much after I’d recovered reasonably well. I mean I had tuberculosis but that was cured by good food and good fresh air and we were together with girls of a similar background so I didn’t have any specific psychotherapy or anything like that, but being together with these similar background girls was helpful. We didn’t need to express ourselves, because we knew what they were feeling. Losing an entire family.
And then I when I went to Canada, I met my husband there. He is also a survivor from Mauthausen, another notorious camp. And we got married. I wanted to have a family, reinstate my own family and I did. I worked and worked and worked and then years later we came to live here, in Britain in 1962 and I did many things since then. Yes.



MVI_2232
How do you think survived?
Initial feelings? Right through all of these camps was self-defence. Unconsciously I have kind of removed myself from it all. I have, in order to protect myself from all the terrors, all the unbelievable hard circumstances, I removed myself and it’s like watching a horror film that did not touch me too much.
In some ways I think it’s a way of survival. I mean, I was in pain, feeling the hunger, the starvation. At the same time, I never cried. I never cried because somehow, it was so unreal and it was so unreal I though, can it be true?
Also my faith has given me help. Help in the sense that I had an image and I’ve spoken to other survivors who had similar experiences. A vision appeared to me. It’s like the sky opened up and everything was rosy. It was a wonderful experience for me. A big hope, a hope that I was noticed. The only feeling that has given me some trust and that maybe there is going to be an end to all this.
I suppose being young, being that young, the elderly people found it harder as it was more real for them. I don’t know how they survived, the elderly, not many did. Knowing that their family was murdered. I never thought about that until after. And I still do to this day. Things were so abnormal that you just had to protect yourself, be good to yourself, because there was nobody there to be good to you.
Even friendship in my case did not exist, as we went from place to place and you never knew who would be gone [the] next minute. No-one could give anything, no-one knew anything. It was that kind of a unbelievable environment.
Friendship means giving, loving, being good. That place didn’t allow it. There were instances where they did but it didn’t happen to me.



Holocaust Educational Trust Ambassadors with whom Susan works
Completely understandable though…
I’m hoping I’ve made up for it, for the lack of it, in time. I became a Samaritan here for 7-8 years, that was my therapy. As well as giving, I gained a lot from it. Other voluntary work, in hospice, various others. Mainly the Samaritans have been very helpful.
Working, I became a vodka seller, an export agent. Here, I sold Sheffield steal products in America, where my 3 children grew up proudly. I went to the States, educated myself. Got a degree in History and Roman psychology. A busy life, but I do remember. I go to schools a lot, and other places to talk about it. They made a film of me, in Belsen, the BBC. So I did a lot in that sense but it doesn’t get easier… I can live with it, but it’s tough.
It’s tough and I’m not that trusting though I hope I’m a good, kind person but not that trusting. Always a bit of doubt in my mind. And with the rise of anti-Semitism here in Europe, especially in Hungary, one is beginning to ask questions. Why, why is it necessary to hate, why necessary, especially the Jews, right across History. Accused of nasty things. What is it about human beings, are we so wonderful? A French writer Roussou ‘we’re all wonderful’ we’re not under certain circumstances. People can turn to be violent. One has to be vigilant, careful, stand up, speak up because life is short, I’m beginning to realise that now. Life is short. And the only value to behold is the goodness for each other.
That’s all I can say.



MVI_2237
Why do you remember, why’s it important to you to tell your story?

Reflecting on those time are very important to me. First of all, I am lucky, I survived but most of my family did not. So I speak for them, as well. But in addition, it isn’t just a talk about what happened, we need to look ahead for the future.
I believe in order to create a better society we need to know what people can be capable of doing and how to prevent it. Alert them of the danger of any form of persecution, bullying, scapegoating, malicious gossip about defenceless communities, that affected my life and [that’s] important to know.
Also, to realise the holocaust didn’t just happen overnight, there were lead ups long before. It needs all of us, a personal responsibility to speak up and speak loud and create a just and good society for all of us. That’s the reason I speak.



MVI_2238
And education about the holocaust, how important is that to you?
The education about the holocaust is most important. Because a) it happened in Europe, where we live. Second thing, it happened to innocent people. It happened in a country which is a progressive, educated country; Germany. Mostly, the recognition that why wasn’t there more help available. Although there was help, 10,000 children were saved in this country in Britain, but why the rest of the world took no interest. I think it’s important to place themselves in that situation. ‘First they came for the Jews. I wasn’t one of them and so gradually when it came to me, who will be there?’ It asks a question of all of us, to take responsibility and I hope that happens.

(Reference is to following poem circulated in 1950s by Protestant pastor and public foe of Hitler, Martin Niemoller – 1892-1984)
First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

MVI_2239
And of course, ant-Semitism still exists doesn’t it?The realization that anti-Semitism is not a belief of the past but it has this evil way of reoccurring over time, very important. I am absolutely convinced that every generation needs to be taught, every generation must be introduced, in a way to ask them, place yourself in that situation.We won’t be around, we’re elderly people now, survivors. So it is the future generation who will have to safeguard their own interest. And so it is very important to learn about, to remember, to visit, to see it in real and to say enough is enough, shame on you.Anyone who finds for some unbeknown reasons to join any party that suppresses another, has to be condemned. I think so.


MVI_2240
What would you to say to people who stand by and watch these things happen?

Bystanders won’t always be bystanders, eventually they’ll be involved. It’s not a game that we play. That period of life, is not a game, nothing to joke about. I don’t like it when people dress up (Reference to Prince Harry) and make a mockery of it or use suffering. It’s a sick joke. See for yourself. Eisenhow said ‘there’ll always be idiots’, who will deny it.

Take pictures, go out and see it, go to the Imperial War Museum, go to Belsen. Go to all these camps and learn, and see, before you say anything.

I am a great believer in these trips going out to the camps and see it in real, what took place. Don’t allow yourself to be deluded by friends, things that are damaging not just to you, but to people around you. Yeh.

My candle for Susan Pollack - #HMD2015


And so, I feel no better way of ending my week of social media efforts with SUSAN's words, not mine. I urge you to read on until the end. I feel humanity owes her that at least, as it took so much from so many.