I saw the above artwork at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum (USHMM) in Washington D.C. A child survivor relates on paper what’s happening in his or her own life at the time, God’s happy children playing in God’s good creation. Or… wait… They are not playing at all. They are happy not to play but to have survived, and then now have each other, arms locked to protect each other. The dog – can you see it? – is a German Shepherd that they would have seen in the extermination camps. That dog’s tail’s position is only to be seen like one second before an attack to the death. That German Shepherd was trained for killing. The children are happy to protect each other. The moral capacity of children is bigger than the universe, as big as the very heart of God.
It was at the entrance of the Israeli Holocaust Memorial Museum (Yad vShem [The Power and the Name]) just outside of Jerusalem, that the video below was made. These are the words written over the entrance which counteract the words written over the gates of Auschwitz. The audio you hear are the names of the exterminated children being read inside the Childrens’ Memorial.
The picture below was taken outside of the Jewish Synagogue in the “Jewish Ghetto” in Rome:
It refers to when the Nazis stormed the Ghetto in Rome, brutalizing and kidnapping Jewish “neonati” (new-borns) who were brought to Nazi extermination camps. The words at the top – which just now filled my whole body with shivers in solidarity with these youngsters and in horror of what happened – are as follows:
“… and they didn’t even begin to live.”
Here’s another survivor, now deceased, the husband of a good friend, recounting the times…
Skip to 1 hour 29 minutes: 52 seconds mark (I tried to copy the URL at that time, but I’m not techy).
There are a number of memorials throughout the year around the world. Really.
Everyday is a memorial. That’s the only way.