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Lessons of the Holocaust and Prejudice Reduction

from Survival of a Spirit by Eva Salier


"Also with us was a couple with three small children, two girls with long hair and a boy, well-behaved and beautiful kids with large dark eyes. Their mother, whose first name was Wiesje, had worked with us at Hirsch. I can still see her sitting on an old suitcase, cradling her son, embracing the girls, reassuring them with fairy tales and lulling them to sleep with soft songs. But the ominous setting for this scene in the converted playhouse was frightening and heartbreaking. Tragedy was wherever one looked, so numbing, incomprehensible and hopeless that all one could do—instinctively and in self-preservation—was to shut one's mind to it. One could not bear thinking or feeling."


"Shortly after our arrival, while passing by it, I saw again the three children of our coworker from Hirsch, their faces pressed against the windowpane. The beautiful long hair had been coarsely sheared off the girls' heads, almost to the scalp, and those big black eyes were now even bigger, peering terrified out of those scared, drawn little faces. Those eyes will haunt me for the rest of my life."

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