It’s the final hours of Holocaust Remembrance day and like most folks I didn’t do much for it. For me, it was a normal Sunday, volunteering with kids, brunch with friends, sushi dinner, intimate late night conversation. It feels a little wrong to have such a great time on such a day, which got me thinking about a old man I met at a senior center while volunteering with JCorps. He was a Polish man.
For those who don’t know, the Polish were horrible to the Jews during the war. While some countries begrudgingly went along with the Nazi takeover, the Polish willingly and eagerly assisted in the extermination of the Jews. Today, when young Jews walk in the streets of Poland, the natives are still known to spit at them. And so I felt torn, sitting next to this lonely Polish man. He was weak and old and his memory was spotty, but he was Polish and would have been in the army then, and that made me uncomfortable. And then he began to talk about The War. I readied myself to walk away in disgust, but curiosity got the best of me.
I asked him where he was during the war, and he said, “All over Europe.” It felt evasive, and feeling no respect for this man, I pressed impatiently, “Were you in the camps?” “Oh yes.” And then, after a silence, he said, “We helped liberate them.” “Wait, what army were you in?” “The US Army,” he said, becoming taller and prouder in his wheelchair. Needless to say, my tone changed.
He discussed what it was like to see the camps and their prisoners — “unbelievable”, was a common word. He discussed living skeletons of human beings, starving children, broken men. Sixty years later, I could see his eyes still could not process what they saw.
Today, I had a great day because of what that man did 60 years ago. And chances are, so did you.
I was fortunate to sit with one of the last living American heroes who freed my people from the worst tragedy to ever befall us. Let us remember their contributions, a gift we can never repay, and let us us pray their incredible light continues to outshine the formidable darkness of evil. It is because of men like that Polish-American man that we can say…
Never Again.