My Broken Heart

In my post on November 12th, I showed you the Yad Vashem pin I purchased and I promised to write more about the holocaust this month. January 27th is International Holocaust Remembrance Day. This day has several names, all meaning the same thing. Yad Vashem is the Holocaust Museum in Jerusalem, Israel.

The Children’s Memorial is a small building on the Yad Vashem Campus.

Cut into the outside wall is a sculpture of an adult surrounded by several children. This man was a Christian teacher of several Jewish children. When the soldiers came to take the children he refused to let them go. He was told if he didn’t let them go, he would die. He went with the children and died with them in a concentration camp.

As I entered the building there were signs saying to keep hold of the railing, keep walking, and do not stop.

A few steps later I was in a dark room. There are no pictures in the room as shown in this picture,

There was a single candle in the middle of the room and, I think, hundreds of small mirrors. The mirrors reflected the one candle and they reflect the lights of other mirrors.

The reflected lights symbolize all the future generations who never lived due to the death of one child.

As I walked along the path through the memorial (about 60 feet), I hear the name, age, and hometown of one child killed in the Holocaust. There is an estimated 1.5 million children who died during WWII.

One of the people in my group did some calculations. It would take over seven years before the names would start being repeated.

Many, many of the people coming out of the memorial, including myself, are wiping tears from their eyes. I have tears now as I remember that memorial.

This is not one of my pictures. It is from the Yad Vashem museum. I chose this picture because it better shows the deep meanings of the Children’s memorial. Visitors are not allowed to take pictures inside the memorial and most of my own from outside the memorial did not come out well because I had trouble focusing my camera.

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  1. I also visited Yad Vashem many years ago, and the heartbreak of the place is unforgettable. Also, I visited it just a couple of months after visiting the Kigali Genocide Memorial (Rwanda). The similarities between the two is shocking. Both focus on what happens when one group of people decide that another is evil, devious, and responsible for the problems of their nation. That it is justified, noble and even patriotic to murder your neighbor in the name saving a political/racial/religious/whatever opinion. And for those who don’t agree with such callous violence, to look away. to save oneself. To consider the “greater good”. To point to examples of crimes (real or imagined) that members of that group have committed, making it somehow a reasonable, common-sense response. To participate because one is “just doing my job”. To refuse to look horror in the face, call it evil and stand in the way of your own people from committing atrocities.

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