Mordecai Anielewicz: Resister
I couldn’t believe my eyes; Jewish officers were sending their own
people, mothers, fathers, children, babies, and elderly, probably
their own relatives to Treblinka! How could they do that to us? The
people that share their religion, there God. The people that they used
to see all the time at the synagogue. They betrayed us.
Today I watched as thousands of my fellow Warsaw ghetto Jews went
into hiding, I couldn’t help but think of those innocent children that
grew up in hell. The Germans had took away their childhood, but they
didn’t pay mind to it, they probably find it amusing. My childhood was
every thing to be, I didn’t mind that my family barley got by, I was
happy. I didn’t care for brand new expensive toys, I could be just as
happy running around on my grandfather’s farm, soaking in the warm
Polish sun. I miss that Poland, what happened to it? It was killed
along with most of its population, that’s what happened. I’d give
anything to be on my grandfather’s farm again, with his horses and
chickens, but it was destroyed during Kristallnacht.
I got news that the Germans are on their way back to the ghetto; they
ran from us when we attacked them. I watched them kill my friend,
Yechiel, anger built up inside of me and I couldn’t take it anymore I
attacked the armed S.S officer and killed him. I did it for Yechiel in
particular, but the German officers deserved it anyway. Did they
actually believe that they could wipe out an entire race? Did they
think that we would sit back and let them? They were insane.
Jurgen Stroop: Perpetrator
Today I came up with a clever idea. Burn down the Warsaw ghetto. What better way to kill those filthy dogs than burning them to death. My fellow S.S officers found it just as amusing as I did.
We finally burnt down the ghetto. We caught 56,065 Jews and we killed of 13,929 Jews. Although we lost 300 men I would say that it was a job well done, an overall success.
They have found my newspaper clippings and my reports on the Warsaw ghetto uprising, even a few photographs of me and other S.S officers. I was arrested and charged with war crimes. I have a scheduled court date with the American military court tomorrow.
It’s been a few weeks since I was found guilty by the American military court but I was told that they had dropped my execution, I shall live.
Warsaw. Where this all began. My execution date is scheduled for September Eighth, which isn’t too far from today. I’m not at all surprised that the Warsaw court has sentenced me to death, they’ve always been ones to hold grudges. I bet they cant wait to get rid of me. However, if you asked me if I would of done different back in the time of the uprising I’d say no. I proudly killed over one thousand Jews. They are filthy dogs, No!, they are the blood sucking ticks that live on filthy dogs, and they deserve to die. And if I have to die because I believe so than so it shall be, I will die possibly one of the finest S.S officer of all time. Hiel Hitler.
Janusz Korczak: Victim
The officer watched as I watered the orphanage’s plants. I had just given two orphan brothers some jobs nearby so that they could have food and water, the officer stared them down as they walked by. It frightened me a bit, but then his focus returned to me. I looked away fast, god forbid you look at an officer the wrong way, they would have your head. I walked away to return to my children.
“ALL JEWS OUT!” The German officer’s startled us. I later found out about there plan to take us by surprise so we wouldn’t expect anything. I despised their evil souls. “Please let the children have a moment to gather their things” I pleaded, he allowed us a short amount of time. We moved hesitantly into the street where the S.S officers counted us, then we started walking. It seemed as if we were walking for hours and hours, I wouldn’t be surprised if we were. I was so depressed that I lost all concept of time. I knew what was most likely going to be my fate, and my children, even the orphans that I raised as if they were my own flesh and blood. Death was starring us in the eye, was I the only one that could see it? All the other adults talked amongst their selves with smiles plastered on their faces. I looked down at my daughter who was smiling along with everyone else. “Where are we going Father?” she asked. “Summer camp” I lied. How could I look my child in the eye and tell her that within moments she would be taking her last breathes. “Fun!” she cheered, I looked away, my heart crushed. This poor innocent child being rushed to her death, when she has just begun her life a few short years ago. I wept, hoping that she wouldn’t notice.
Beata Sokolowski: Bystander
“Beata, quickly go to the store and get some milk and eggs” Mother ordered. “But I will have to cross the Warsaw ghetto” I said hesitantly. “You’ll be just fine, its before dark, if you see a Nazi do not make eye contact, remember that you have to pass as an ordinary person” Mother told me. I nodded and headed to the store. As I passed the Warsaw ghetto I noticed it was on fire, people were fighting, gunshots rang, I was scared. I watched for a few minutes trying to collect myself and keep walking. Three S.S officers appeared next to me. They laughed at the sight, then they speculated me. It took me a few moments but then I asked myself, What would a German do? I started laughing, the S.S officers laughed along with me. After a minute or two I started to make my way to the store. I scurried to get the eggs and milk, I quickly walked home, avoiding the Warsaw ghetto. I took a different root home.
“Mother! Father!” I called. “Yes?” Mother answered. “The Warsaw ghetto! They Nazi’s set it on fire! People were being shot all over and slaughtering each other! Two S.S officers approached me!” I said as if I was running out of time. “Well! What did they say to you?” she asked worried. “They just watched and laughed, I didn’t want to make a spectacle of myself so I did the same” I explained. As soon as the words came out of my mouth I regretted it. Had I honestly laughed at my fellow Jews that were being killed by the hundreds? For a second I actually found it amusing.
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