What a contrast the last two days have been. Yesterday we went to Masada , a magnificent sandstone fortress looking out over the Dead Sea. The structure sits so that it was impregnable to all possible conquests but alas as far as the Jews were concerned the Romans were all too powerful. They knew that success against the 6000 barbaric roman armies was fruitless and so the Jews decided that to die at their own hands would rob the foe of victory. So 200 jewish men women and children perished at their own hands. The vow was , and still is, that never again in Jewish history would Masada happen again.
Today we travelled back 70 years in time to witness the horrific story of the holocaust at the Jewish Memorial Centre. We all know the story but to see photographic accounts, personal testimonies, and documentary first hand evidence made the emotions raw and the tear ducts swell.
To travel down the tunnel of the Children’s Memorial, where the name of each and every child victim is recalled, proclaimed and remembered tears one heart apart.
We were, however inspired as we read the names of the righteous Gentiles, those men and women who bravely stood against the Nazi regime, but who were not Jews.
Walking through the main building we were reminded of mans inhumanity to man. It was a stark reminder.
A quote that resonated with us was:
First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a communist;
Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a socialist;
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a trade unionist;
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out – because I was not a Jew;
Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak out for me.
May God bless all victims of injustice