#One of my friends at work is a ukrainian jew & I like learning words

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I'm not jewish but jewish people have some of the best words around. Mazel Tov? Incredible. Jewish people I love you.

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It was the tiny tallit that knocked the breath out of me. Slightly crumpled along the crease lines, as if just taken out of a closet where a loving mother had put it away after washing, it hung alone in its exhibit case at the Museum of Jewish Heritage’s new exhibit Auschwitz: Not long ago. Not far away. The specificity of the single life evoked by this toddler-size garment conveyed more about the tragedy of the millions than words ever could. It was as if it had traveled through time and space to bear witness on behalf of the little boy who once wore it.

My experience at the Auschwitz exhibit was a powerful one. But it was actually a familiar one. We are used to experiencing the horror of the Holocaust through the lens of Auschwitz. When we talk about the six million, we picture concentration camps, ghettos, cattle cars.

And yet, the members of my family who were murdered during the Holocaust did not die at Auschwitz. They were killed at Babi Yar. And I cannot imagine an exhibit like this honoring their memory.

In part, this inability stems from the fact that after decades of silence and intentional forgetting, the material evidence of their lives and deaths is long gone — unlike the thousands of artifacts left behind by the Nazi concentration camps. But the main reason I can’t imagine an exhibit dedicated to the memory of my family is that their story as a whole is not part of our collective memory of the Holocaust.

The story of the Jews murdered not in death camps but by bullets, burning, gas wagons, intentional starvation, drowning, and hanging all over the former Soviet Union — an estimated 2.7 million — has been casually subsumed in the death camp-centered Holocaust collective memory.

How many Holocaust by Bullets massacre sites can you name besides Babi Yar? I’m guessing not too many. Compare that to the extent the names Auschwitz, Treblinka, Maidanek, Sobibor are chiseled on your mind.

Oscar Schindler, Chiune Sugihara, Raul Wallenberg, and Irena Sendler are household names in our community. But can you name a single righteous gentile east of German-occupied Poland?

We know of Elie Wiesel, who survived the hell of Auschwitz to bear witness about the horror of the Holocaust. But have you ever heard about Dina Pronicheva, who climbed out of Babi Yar and left a searing testimony of the experience?

Did you know that it was Romanians, not Germans, who occupied Odessa and decimated its historic Jewish community?

I could go on. These stories are part of our history. But they are not part of our collective memory.

To be sure, there are reasons for that. The Soviets didn’t want to acknowledge Jewish suffering as a unique experience, so the Jews in these territories died twice: first physically, at the hands of the occupying forces and their local collaborators, and then a second time, at the hands of the Soviets who wanted to wipe out their memory.

...The holes this has left in our collective memory are huge. Even our major Holocaust memory institutions like Yad VaShem and the Holocaust Museum in Washington, DC still barely reflect that story. Scholars only got access to Soviet archives in the 1990s, and museums are slow-moving institutions. It takes a while to rework a permanent exhibit.

But it’s also a self-fulfilling erasure. Remembrance builds on itself. People go where memory infrastructure is set up. A million people visit Auschwitz every year.

Meanwhile, a major memorial worthy of the tragedy of Ukrainian, Lithuanian, Belarussian or Moldovan Jewry has yet to be built in any of those countries. In the Snakes Ravine in Russia, where 27,000 people were murdered, authorities have resisted attempts by local memory activists to confirm the names of the dead. Attempts to build a major Holocaust memorial complex at Babi Yar have repeatedly fallen victim to local politics (although that may now be changing.)

There is nothing like a personal visit to get a feel for the difference in the way the “western” and “eastern” parts of the Holocaust story are remembered. Last summer, I helped organize a trip to Ukraine for my synagogue, and one member — Lea Herzfeld, a teen who went with her family — had a remarkable response. At the end of the trip, she wrote a poignant Facebook post exploring this difference. Her earlier visit to Auschwitz and Treblinka, she said, had been a devastating experience, but it also left her feeling something of a triumph; after all, the Nazis had failed, while she and her friends were still there, proudly Jewish.

Ukraine gave no such opportunity for catharsis. There were no visitors’ centers and tourist information booths. It was a raw experience that included stumbling upon a vandalized grave at a major Holocaust-era massacre site and reburying the bones. It left her feeling “angry at the Nazis who did cruel and horrifying deeds. Angry at the Ukrainians who seem to have chosen to ignore the past. And angry at my fellow Jews who go only where is established.” Pointedly, she asked: “Who chose Poland to be the place where tortured Jews are remembered?”

...Somehow in telling the story of the Holocaust, we have managed to leave out half our dead. We’ve told ourselves half the story. And while the material objects from the Holocaust in the USSR may be gone, the bones of the victims are still there. They lie in unprotected graves, they get in the way of commercial construction projects as they did recently in Belarus, and they get desecrated.

To be sure, there are local memory activists doing commemorative work in these countries. In fact, those I know do it on a voluntary basis, with no financing for their projects and no pay. Many are not even Jewish. They do it because they care deeply about the history of their towns and villages and about the people — the Jews — who used to live there and are no more.

But against the scale of atrocities that took place here, these efforts are minuscule. We cannot expect that they will do the work of remembering for us. They are waiting for us to come, with our know-how and our financial and organizational abilities, to become their partners.

A lot of time has passed. In this region, the last vestiges of what used to be a rich Jewish culture are rapidly disappearing. We need to start incorporating these stories into our collective memory. And we need to start thinking of them as our own.

We can begin by including the stories of Ukrainian, Russian, Moldovan, Belarussian, Lithuanian, Estonian and Latvian Jews on major Holocaust commemorative events. We could also learn about additional dates when commemoration might be appropriate. One such date is right around the corner: June 22, the date Nazi Germany invaded the USSR. It was then that mass murder of the Jews began in earnest ultimately paving the way to the Final Solution.

This work will require research. It will require persistence. But this is where real discoveries and real change are possible. And this is where our duty toward our past remains unfulfilled.

Auschwitz is undoubtedly our shared heritage. But so are Babi Yar, Zmievskaya Balka, Rumbula, Drobytsky Yar, Pechora, Malyi Trostinets, and the estimated 2,000 other places. Our Holocaust memory work is not done yet. The hardest part, in fact, may still lie ahead.

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Zealandia Angel Release 'Christmas Dreams' a Touching New Holiday Single

‘Christmas Dreams’ has been written in the middle of the Global Financial Crisis. My family's business crashed, my child was sick. It was time for me to decorate our Christmas tree. It would've been exciting if it was not for those two things. 

Artist: Zealandia Angel

New Release: Christmas Dreams

Genre: Dream Pop - Holiday

Sounds like: : Selena Gomez, Hasley, Alizee

Located in: : Auckland, New Zealand

This is when a beautiful melody poured into her mind along with the words: 

"I will hang my dreams On the Christmas limbs Evergreen, 

ever-bright They will shine all night For Peace and Hope and Grace.  Over praying heads, Over infants’ beds, 

Over healthy and sick, Over proud and meek, 

For Hope has come to the Earth. 

Through the needles I see Angels looking at me, 

A sweet and gentle voice Tells me to rejoice: 

Whether young or old, 

Whether scared or bold, 

Whether dancing or crying, 

Whether living or dying For Peace has come to the Earth."

Music Talk… Ava Max is the only singer who I respect. I wish I could have her mid belt. But I am thankful for what I am blessed with and hope to be a blessing to others.

This Christmas, many people can resonate with the message I received 10 years ago. A sad Christmas is still Christmas. Have hope, help others, and be blessed, as well as stock up on antivirals like L-Lysine, elderberry, and EpiCor Plus.

Right now we are...

I recently received my weekly Shazam report and there was 1 shazam of my "Christmas Dreams" from California. It means 2 things to me. It is played on air and someone liked it enough to learn more about the artist. I have a dozen of singles with music videos that are pending releases. I am excited about sharing it with our label's 35 000 subscribers and 6000 radio stations. I am also excited that I was personally invited to participate in the 17th IAMA (International Acoustic Music Awards). I hope my Christmas Dreams will win a prize.

About the Artist...

Zealandia Angel is an actress, singer, writer, and composer who is known for Song of Songs, Diamond Bay, and other musicals. She learned mixing and sound engineering from Grammy Awards recipient - Andrew Scheps who mixed Adel's 21, Lana Del Rey's Born to Die, and Lady Gaga's Artpop.

Her music is an extension of her character: gentle but not submissive, fragile but not broken, vulnerable but empowering.

In 2020 ZA released her Neo-Victorian album Virgo De La Mar. The album and the artist achieved great reviews such as "super fresh" (The Groove Cartel) and "super talent" (MindMassage Music). She was credited with creating "a beautiful genre of music" (Italian composer Riccardo Pietri), having a "beautiful" voice and "great ethereal tone" (Jeremy Lim Music), "pioneering sound ... which dares to go places others will not" (SoundOut).

Here is what fans say:

"Again this artist has done it again with delivering great work into her songs. The song provides creepy, yet pleasant echo vocals along with great beats into the mix..." and "You all need to listen to this voice angel. The voice is tuneful, amusing, melodious and a very powerful one."

But Zealandia Angel who spent 2 years in her New Zealand Bay of Islands studio producing this 25 track album already had an ample amount of artistic training and dramatic performance in her past. In her Russian university, she was allowed to display her course mastery (in lieu of a final exam) by writing a classic tragedy in the dactylic hexameter style of Homer. Her translation and performance of the Latin song Gaudeamus Igitur won 1st place in a student vote. She was an honor student and received a scholarship from Concordia University in the USA from which she graduated with a BA in Humanities.

Her deep understanding of cultures, histories, and the ever-changing nature of arts allows her to have a bird's eye view of the current trends as well as seeing beyond the horizon. Her passion and vision for music are her only guides in her journey. "It gives a real middle finger to the conformist nature of music today and gives its alternative take with its production and vocals. The surreal lyrics and clear pitch of the vocals are fascinating and disturbing" (SoundOut)

While in attendance at Concordia she participated as a soprano in a joint venture between Concordia Theological Seminary and Fort Wayne Philharmonic Orchestra in the production and performance of a 90-minute long recording of Brahms's Requiem. To make the atmosphere even more intense the maestro decided to deliver the piece from a mezzanine while leaving the audience in complete darkness. When the performance was over she walked down to meet the audience just to find them in tears. People whom she did not know were giving her hugs like her closest friends.

Zealandia Angel was born in a provincial Russian town north of Ukraine. Her father was a fighter pilot born in Moscow. Her mother was a math teacher born in Voronezh county, Russia. While her parents were stationed overseas, she lived in her grandparents' historic house on Main street surrounded by a century-old garden of mature fruit trees, lilacs, and roses and her Grandma's folk songs sung in Russian and Ukrainian.

At home, as a teen, she had an impressive collection of literature assembled by her father but her favorite book was a small collection of poems by Evgeniy Baratinski. They were philosophical and sophisticated. She was trying to grasp the superior thinking patterns which were not found in works of other poets.

Her family legend claims that her father is a great-grandson of Prince Peter Ivanovich Meschersky. According to the legend, Peter Meschersky took his wife's maid as his wife after his wife died in 1867. He never formally remarried and the relationship was never legalized. They had a daughter, Maria, born c. 1870.

After the Russian Revolution of 1917, Maria and her husband, Vasiliy Mininkof, abandoned their property in Smolensk and dissolved into the masses of Moscow, avoiding political repressions. Maria never told the story and it nearly was buried with her. After her death, it was accidentally mentioned by a drunk uncle.

If the story is true, then, some of Zealandia Angel's ancestors were Ruriks who were Vikings and ruled Russia before the Romanovs for over 700 years. Her family DNA test found traces of the Scandinavian DNA, which would be expected in that scenario. She jokingly calls herself 1/16 princess, 15/16 - angel.

On her mother's side, she had a beloved Grandfather who was a Jew but it was disclosed to her only after his death. Foods that she ate at home and thought were Russian turned out to be sold at the Jewish sections in US supermarkets. The song Gooseberries is a true love story of her grandparents during the trials of WWII when her grandfather spent 7 years in concentration camps. Her second album will be named after this song.

Zealandia Angel's husband, Joshua, inspired all of her love songs. He was born in San Antonio and graduated from TX A&M. Joshua is a software engineer who takes her music videos to the next level. He has an AI-equipped 3D render farm that can challenge Hollywood. They have 1 son.

Funny facts

The sound of military jets at night rocked her to sleep.

One time her Dad brought home a tall pile of rabbit drawings to her sheer excitement! It was the product of an assignment he gave to his military pilot cadets - to draw rabbits for his daughter.

In Russia, as a kid, she would climb a fence to sneak into the military territory after school to go see her Dad. At the time, he was the head of the aerodynamics department and had a partly disassembled fighter jet in the middle of his office.

Zealandia Angel learned English by reading the King James Bible in Russia. When she arrived in the US and was asked to read an NIV version in her theology class at Concordia University, the lack of eloquent style made her think it was a children's bible.

- IMDb Mini Biography By: Alisha Riley aka Zealandia Angel

LINKS:

 https://youtu.be/VaM1rlATP3E https://open.spotify.com/album/6zimqifCgoDuCApTPH2yln?si=DId5vbj8TTWO8tBRXKBpbw https://twitter.com/ZealandiaAngel https://www.facebook.com/ZealandiaAngel https://www.instagram.com/ZealandiaAngel

Dropbox link or reverbnation link so we can download your song: http://zealandiaangel.com/christmasdreams

LINK to the photo we should use for this:: https://zealandiaangel.com/img/In_the_Forest.png

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“A Disciple”, Primo Levi

The Hungarians arrived among us not a few at a time but en masse. Within two months, May and June of 1944, they had invaded the camp, convoy upon convoy, filling the void that the Germans had not failed to create by a series of diligent selections. They caused a profound change in the fabric of the camps. At Auschwitz, the wave of Magyars reduced all other nationalities to minorities, without, however, touching the “cadres,” which remained in the hands of the German and Polish common criminals.

All the barracks and all the work squads were flooded with Hungarians, around whom, as happens to new arrivals in all communities, an atmosphere of derision, gossip, and vague intolerance rapidly condensed. They were strong, simple workers and peasants, who did not fear manual labor but were used to plenty of food, and so in a few weeks they were reduced to pitiful skeletons. Others were professionals, students, and intellectuals who came from Budapest or other cities; they were meek individuals, slow, patient, and methodical, and hunger was not so hard on them, but they had delicate skin, and were soon covered with wounds and bruises, like ill-treated horses.

At the end of June a good half of my squad was made up of capable men who were still well nourished, still full of optimism and good humor. They communicated with us in a curious sung, drawled German, and among themselves in their exotic language, which is bristling with unusual inflections and seems to consist of interminable words, all pronounced at an irritatingly slow pace, and with the accent on the first syllable.

One of them was assigned to me as a mate. He was a robust, rosy young man, of medium height, whom everyone called Bandi—the diminutive of Endre, that is, Andrea, he explained to me, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Our job, that day, was to carry bricks on a kind of crude wooden stretcher, equipped with two shafts in front and two behind—twenty bricks per trip. Halfway along the route was a superintendent, who made sure that the load was in order.

Twenty bricks are heavy, so on the way we didn’t have (or at least I didn’t) much breath for talking; but on the way back we spoke, and I learned many likable things about Bandi. I couldn’t repeat all of them today: all memories vanish, and yet I hold on to the memories of this Bandi as to something precious, I am content to set them down on a page, and I wish that, by some not impossible miracle, this page would reach him in the corner of the world where perhaps he is still living, and that he would read it, and would find himself in it.

He told me that his name was Endre Szántó, a name that’s pronounced approximately like santo, or saint, in Italian, which reinforced in me the vague impression of a halo encircling his shaved head. I said this to him; but no, he explained laughing, Szántó means “plowman,” or more generically “farmer”; it’s a very common last name in Hungary, and anyway he wasn’t a plowman but worked in a factory. The Germans had captured him three years earlier, not as a Jew but because of his political activity, and had assigned him to the Todt Organization and sent him to cut wood in the Ukrainian Carpathians. He had spent two winters in the woods, cutting down pine trees with three companions; it was hard work, but he had got on well there, almost happily. Indeed, I soon realized that Bandi had a unique talent for happiness: oppression, humiliation, work, exile seemed to slide over him like water over a rock, without corrupting or wounding him, in fact purifying him, and heightening in him an inborn capacity for joy, as in the story of the innocent, happy, pious Hasidim whom Jirí Langer describes in Nine Gates.1

He told me about entering the camp: when the train arrived, the SS had forced all the men to take off their shoes and hang them around their necks, and had made them walk barefoot on the gravel of the track bed, for the seven kilometers that separated the station from the camp. He recounted the episode with a timid smile, not looking for pity but, rather, with a trace of childish, playful vanity in having “made it.”

We did three trips together, during which, bit by bit, I tried to explain to him that the place he had ended up in was not for nice people or for quiet people. I tried to convince him of some of my recent discoveries (in truth, not yet well digested): that here, in order to get by, you had to be active, arrange for illegal food, avoid work, find influential friends, hide yourself, hide your thoughts, steal, lie; that those who didn’t behave like that soon died; and that his sanctity seemed to me dangerous and out of place. And since, as I said, twenty bricks are heavy, on the fourth trip, instead of picking up twenty bricks, I picked up seventeen, and showed him that if you arranged them on the stretcher in a certain way, with a space in the bottom layer, no one would suspect that there were not twenty. This was a trick I thought I had invented (though I later learned that it was in the public domain); I had performed it several times successfully, while other times I had been hit, but it seemed to me that it lent itself well to the pedagogic purpose, as an illustration of the theories that I had set forth a little earlier.

Bandi was very sensitive to his situation as Zugang, or new arrival, and the social subjection that derived from it, and so he didn’t resist; but he wasn’t at all enthusiastic about my discovery. “If there are seventeen, why should we make them think there are twenty?” “But twenty bricks weigh more than seventeen,” I replied impatiently, “and if they’re arranged right no one notices; anyway, they’re not being used to build your house or mine.” “Yes,” he said, “but still they are seventeen and not twenty.” He wasn’t a good disciple.

We worked for some weeks on the same squad. I learned from him that he was a Communist, a sympathizer, not enrolled in the Party, but his language was that of a proto-Christian. At work he was skilled and strong, the best on the squad, but he didn’t try to take advantage of his superiority, either to place himself in a favorable light with our German masters or to give himself airs with us. I told him that, in my view, working like that was a useless waste of energy, and it wasn’t even politically correct, but Bandi gave no sign of having understood. He didn’t want to lie; in that place we were supposed to work, therefore he worked as well as he could. Bandi, with his radiant, boyish face, with his energetic voice and his awkward gait, soon became very popular, a friend to all.

August arrived, with an extraordinary gift for me: a letter from home—an unheard-of event. In June, with a terrifying lack of awareness, and using a “free” Italian mason as my intermediary, I had written a message to my mother, who was in hiding in Italy, and had addressed it to a friend of mine named Bianca Guidetti Serra. I had done all this as one observes a ritual, without true hope of success; but my letter had arrived without a hitch, and my mother had answered by the same route. The letter from the sweet world burned in my pocket. I knew it was elementary prudence to be silent about it, and yet I couldn’t not speak of it.

At that time we were cleaning cisterns. I went down into my cistern, and with me was Bandi. In the weak lamplight, I read the miraculous letter, translating it quickly into German. Bandi listened attentively: he certainly couldn’t understand much, because German wasn’t my language or his, and then because the message was spare and reserved. But he understood what was essential to understand: that that piece of paper in my hands, which had reached me so precariously, and which I would destroy before evening, was nevertheless a breach, a gap in the black universe that crushed us, and that through it hope could pass. Or at least I think that Bandi, although Zugang, understood or intuited all this, because, when I had finished reading, he came over to me, dug in his pockets for a long time, and finally extracted, with loving care, a radish. Blushing intensely, he gave it to me, and said, with timid pride, “I’ve learned. This is for you: it’s the first thing I ever stole.”

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1. Jirí Langer (1894–1943) was a Jewish poet and scholar; his book Nine Gates to the Hasidic Mysteries described his experiences among the Hasidim of eastern Galicia.

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Wyatt answers a question (Part1)

Telling me not to so something makes me want to do it even more, DJ. Why Israel? Because when I joined this movement, I notice everyone talks about every other country but no serious discussion on Israel. No one is safe from criticism imo. So how about we do that, DJ? Shall we? Let's have honest discussion, DJ. Because truth is coming. It is obvious that elite 1% hide behind good jewish people to commit atrocities and profit on top of them. Much like America. I have no problem admitting that. We are great, but we are also monsters to much of the world. The elite 1% have created the jewish vehicle and manipulate good Americans and good Israelis, they do not care about the Jews. At. All. They hide behind them. In fact, Honest Jews should be most vocal. This common knowledge outside the schizophrenic propaganda bubble in America. Oh trust me, DJ, they don't care if you Jewish or Moslem or Christian. They have plans for each of you. They will use you. Tarnish your name. They will ride you like vehicle, & when you crash, they will use other vehicle. HRC=vehicle. Jews=vehicle. Christian's are vehicles. It's all pretty simple if you put emotions aside and think from perspective of psychotic king. Tbh, all of this new to me, I've only started looking into this topic since 2018. How the good jewish people aren't outraged is beyond me. I really don't get it. It'll be hard, ofc. It's funny. Some Q people follow like no one's biz and have malfunction when Israel brought up even tho Q says "saving Israel last." People afraid to RT etc but my views way up, so obv ppl curious & reading. Massive redpills incoming. Bend over and say ah. One side note. I like Gorka, but he gets foolish and smeared low follower acct I follow not long ago because he asked legitimate Q about Holocaust. Q everything? Gorka called him "denier." That is what I mean. No hate ever, we want honest discussion & curious why the deflections Also I dont always have opinion on the stuff I write about, just sayin. So if you say anything to me like dumb cuck, I'll laugh. I'm just typing what I see. Even from multiple perspectives sometimes But the Q was about the Holocaust numbers. Fair question. So I looked into it. The outright denial is chidish imo and not serious person. People definitely died, and there were labor camps, but numbers get questionable. Yes, yes they do. You can find examples everywhere. There was a single witness who supposedly was in two concentration camps and is the primary source for about 1/3 of Holocaust deaths. It's a nasty rabbit hole, but you figure out that a lot is stack of exaggerations. One of the most obvious is the fact that the Nazi's crematoriums would have had to burn a body about 10x faster than a modern one and be running 24/7 for years with literal zero downtime. There's a reason why they specifically say "Historians agree that 6 million died" because it's just an agreement, not an actual number based on facts. Have you ever seen the Treblinka Holocaust Memorial? It looks pretty strange for a "memorial". Looks like they just     Holocaust historians claim that during WW2 almost 900,000 people were killed and buried at Treblinka. And they claim that later the Germans dug up and burned the bodies in order to destroy the evidence. In 1999 a team of experts used an $80,000 Ground Penetration Radar (GPR) device to check for evidence that the soil had ever been disturbed as . They found no evidence of any soil disturbance. They covered the field with 17,000 boulders/stones and called it a memorial.Now you can't run any more Ground Penetration Radar tests - not without moving 17,000 boulders (which are set into concrete).  Of course, doing this would be disturbing a sacred Holocaust "memorial" - which would land you in jail.  Mission Accomplished. The whole Holocaust thing and the way the elite 1% use as a vehicle is very strange and fascinating at same time. Are you not at all curious as to why this is the only genocide event that needs legal protection by throwing "deniers" into jail? Or do you just happily overdose on the forced narratives? Surely the elite would never lie to you. They aren't psychopaths or anything. Trust us. Genuine Question. Why do we hear about the Holocaust over and over in movies, TV shows, documentaries, newspapers, books, etc. but almost never hear about the HUNDREDS of other historical genocides? It seems very weird until you figure out the real purpose of all this. Ask yourself one simple question, How in the world does Israel get away with their mass murder, ethnic cleansing and brutal oppression - if we're going to be honest. I have criticism for both sides of that conflict, don't get me wrong. I'm staying on outside looking in though. Why are we very allowed to discuss the idea of white privilege, but forbidden from discussion of the hypothesis of Jewish privilege? Foolish if you don't think it applies the other way too. In three words... Guilt/elites/vehicles. Guilt over Holocaust. Sick, but brilliant, no? The ultimate Guilt trip enables the ultimate in psychological manipulation. You see, Holocaust means that they entitled to special rights - the right to forbid people from discussing their disproportionate wealth & political influence. THE PERFECT VEHICLE. How do you not see? A found that the number one reason Jewish Americans give as the source of their identity as Jews is not race or religion.  Instead when asked "What does it mean to be Jewish?", the number one reason given (73%) was "Remembering the Holocaust". Hm. Some people think of it as a secular pseudo-religion called Holocaust-ianity or some shit (combining the words "holocaust" and "Christianity").  Laws in many U.S. states, known as , mandate teaching to all school children. Vedddy weird folks, no? This indoctrinates kids with the belief that the Jewish people are "unique" in their historical victim-hood.  This puts Jews at the very top of the victim hierarchy. This was the goal from beginning, since widely believed victim narrative gives you political power, being top of victim hierarchy give you the most political power.  That's why holocaust-ianity causes people to believe that Jews deserve special rights that no one else has. They mean well, but man are they slow. For example, holocaust-ianity means wealthy inbred morons can manipulate Israel and somehow hold ethical exemption to create type of racist country, whether citizens realize or not. Laughable. Israel is diverse. I know 4 that live in Haifa and they travel all over. Lefties, righties, buncha groups. If Mr.Trump just stomped out the major criminal networks we wouldn't even be dealing with any of this bullschiff. Regular citizens always the ones who suffer. It's pathetic. Normal chill citizens there can easily do what we are doing. What I'm saying is I condemn both sides of region but also support both sides for defending themselves. Innocent people always caught up in the middle. What I'm really saying is that Israel needs to flush their toilet. Not hard to separate elite agenda from normal people on planet. Some idiots will follow like lefties here. Man made systems. Can be infiltrated and can be used as vehicles to manipulate the masses of genuine good people out there. Also dont forget the horrific stuff Japanese did. And then you have them working with China and selling sensitive information and testing out traitorous surveillance tech. Like Hillary. Who is Rothschild pet. God forbid we should ever cut off their billions and cut aid entirely for now - they might really stab us in the back. Holocaust-ianity gives right to violate principle free speech, so people can be censored etc. Use Dan Cringeshaw, but never trust Dan Cringeshaw. He said it best. Said you're allowed to question everything and criticize every govt except for one lucky winner.  Hint: not USA Currently no other vehicle at time has this special political right to protect the victim-hood narrative against people who might use their free speech rights to question the narrative. Also why Obama talked schmack but still agreed to send billions. Elites are manipulating you. The political power engendered by Holocaust-ianity is so powerful that it must be protected at all costs from the blasphemers, otherwise known as holocaust "deniers." Pathetic boring game by 1%. Make no mistake. Creating J victimhood and using as vehicle is nothing new at all. If you start seriously questioning the narratives, some will malfunction and start melting and end up blocking you or telling me "why they are going to block me now" lolol. It's so childish and weird. All we're doing is talking, asking questions, normal stuff. So scary ... ffs.  Literally only thing I remember learning in Highschool was Holocaust and Rwandan genocide only because chill mf teacher put on movie Hotel Rwanda (really really good btw) about Rwandan genocide. We were taught as if Holocaust was the only genocide. Others not brought up. Why? I got indoctrinated by bs and became bored and 100% distanced from all this. When I saw a lot of the truth and became fascinated and interested in our history and cemented love of country and realized there are shit load of atrocities - feels clown like to treat anyone special. I wish more would sit down and look at things more honestly. Even if you dont know answer. I openly talk about all these topics with whites, blacks, hispanics, asians, my best friend Filipino (Dodi), or other best friend Sikh (Deepak), 99% understand none of this is our fault. That's why the state of Israel denies the Armenian Holocaust.  That's also why the state of Israel denies the Polish Holocaust.  And that's why the state of Israel agrees Ukrainian Holocaust must be downplayed.  Even ADL on video bullied Ukraine into There can be only one **top** victim narrative. We can't even trade positions for like a day. Boring!  And that position must belong to the "most oppressed people in history" - the "chosen people". *barf* The clip showing ADL's triggered bullying is from a documentary called "Defamation". Created by an Israeli Jew. Jews aren't a race, they are a religion Jewish supremacists in some top universities teach that Judaism is only a religion and that Jews are really just white people.  Of course, it's not true and they know it. America's Most Famous Rabbi (as well as Israeli scientists) admitted that Jews are a Race, not a Religion. So why do they teach the "Judaism is only a religion" fallacy? They do this so that they can promote the idea of "White Supremacy" imo. If Judaism is nothing but a religion, that means the concept of ["White Supremacy" can be used as camouflage to cover up the fact that we actually live in a System of Jewish Supremacy. Also you do NOT have to be "Jewish." It's a game. Many people like myself are very new to breaking out of the mind control propaganda.  They've had an almost total lock on the information for many decades.  The internet is allowing a break out of the 'forbidden' information. The Jewish Supremacists are clearly freaking out and trying their best to bring censorship to the internet under the cover of "hate speech" laws. Hopefully enough people can be de-programmed in time to prevent the censoring of more internet. The axis of power in the world is doing tilts and Israel has to start wiggling itself into good position with China. As for the US, state of Israel doesn't give two schiffs about US or its people, you are tax farm and buncha fools who will jump to defense when they tell you to. It's going to be interesting to see how they will attempt to wiggle w Chinese, they are less easily manipulated than the Americans. If you step on toes once they will not forget. Not like US which has gaping whole for ass of the huge arse f'ng it has been getting for years now. You should really talk to some Israelis or read what they write online. A few good websites out there. Israel is more critical of Israel than the US is of Israel. It is hysterical to me. Some Americans think Israel is some hivemind and each person is connected with a string. US "ally" Israel routinely caught sending American troops in to do the fighting they should be doing themselves. Israel is not the home of the chosen people. There are no chosen people. What a strange ridiculous idea. Some conservatives get creepy about it. I see in my replies.  Israelis have own interest in mind, always have. We may think they are our allies, but if somebody else gives them a better deal, they will sell us. That's just a fact. We have no real allies. Doesn't mean we end trade or anything. But we should know where everyone's coming from. It's just weird how the influence is all up in media. Hollywood. Basically 40% of all billionaires. Supreme court. Hell, 2% of population, but 80% of peach mints. Those witnesses were.... you'll never guess. Why would people not question this or at least have honest discussion. This was a brief duckduckgo search that took no more than 7 mins. I was reading article on how Tyler perry owns the movie studio in Atlanta, and how it’s bigger than paramount and dream works and other studios combined. So I started thinking about other influences in Hollyweird. Hollywood, I didn’t know this, made up of more than one movie studio. I’m ignoramus to this stuff. So I duckduck the owners of all the major studios in Hollywood. Boy oh boy, they’re all yeah you guessed it. To me, it's more interesting than anything. I'm just naturally curious. And it wasn’t till 2018 that I was exposed to this how Jewish Supremacists manipulate normal Israelis and normal Americans, and that would explain why America is Israel’s ho. Even that tho, the America is Israel’s biatch thing, I still don’t fully understand the foreign policy we have with them but I hear that phrase thrown out a lot by people who are known as "no bs" people. The inconsistency in the Jewish proportion of heavy hitter business people is fascinating. It really is. I’m still a shit and still learning when it comes to this and our ties with Israel. Over last few weeks I’ve been thinking about religions and how there’s really only three major ones, all with some things in common in their stories but with one major commonality, the holy land: I don’t think any of the religions got it right, something could have happened x amount of years ago in my opinion and the religions are essentially people’s versions of the story, most inconsistencies with a few similarities. How would we know. We wouldn't. Could very well be like a game of telephone. I could be wrong though, it could be something else but as I get older my belief in God grows, and idek how to pray to it or what to read about because I don’t think anyone’s got it right. And I'm a Catholic and believe in God. When your team runs the award-giving committee, you tend to win a lot of awards. That said, I have a lot of respect and admiration for the Jewish team. They've got an 'us-against'-the-world' thing going that encourages them work together and achieve some pretty cool things. Unfortunately, 'Us-against-the-world' also implies you can treat everyone who isn't on your team as an enemy combatant. It's this embattled attitude that generates a kind of ruthless, unsympathetic attitude toward players on the other team. And they are FIRST to call out any other group that adopts same strategy. It blows my mind how many people fail to understand this is a MACRO evolutionary strategy for them and they wish to slowly breed out and exile out races they don't like etc. Using Jewish label as a front. Yep, they even gave the White Helmets a Nobel Peace Prize. That shows the level of propaganda they are able to perpetuate against the American people through their mass media apparatus. Tons of Overwhelming Evidence That Israel Supports !slamic Terrorist Groups in Syria. You never hear about the regular, everyday Jews and it's shameful. I obviously know and talk to poor Jewish peeps, but it’s a thing, it’s such a thing to the point that it’s a stereotype. While stereotypes can be offensive or seem irrational because they cast a wide generalization on a large group of people, they exist for a reason and stick around for the same, so they must be true on some level. Not all catholic priests diddle. I went to 2 years of communion classes as boy at a catholic church with other kids and the priests were awesome. That doesn’t take away from the fact that a shitload of kids did get touched and molested by priests on such a large scale that the Vatican was aware. And I have no problem admitting Catholic Church one of most corrupt organizations in world and is used to manipulate masses. Not all Jews are bad or are out to take out America or care to gain influence through high ranking positions. It's all just a game. But we're the ones that suffer and get manipulated. Literally every Jewish person I've befriended, are normal, ethical people who care about living life through what their religion seems just. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that Jewish people, both male and female hold lots of highly influential and esteem positions in America, a country mostly made up of Christians when it comes to religious demographic, and these positions are dominated by Jewish people at an alarming inconsistent rate. Try reversing role and doing that shite in Israel. They'll kick you out so fast your head will be spinning. I watched interview one time with David Ben Gurion and the interviewer asked the former prime minister about Israel's nuclear program. (Israel has never admitted to having nukes, though there's lot of anecdotal evidence saying they do have nukes...but no country has inspected Israel's program since JFK. JFK was very suspect of state of Israel. So interviewer asks DBG if Israel has nukes and he replies, "We have enemies". So that's the situation. If you see the rest of the world as an enemy, you can do anything, because, it's for your survival. The truth is simply pointing out facts made from observations in data causes lots of childish triggering and weird deflection on this subject because of the deep history. Pointing out the inconsistency in that blacks make up 13-15% of the US population but over 70% of the prison population shouldn’t cause uproar or anger but rather curiosity and request of answers. Most videos of police officers will have you believe most cops use excessive force and that there is war going on between inner city black people and white pool ice officers. Total nonsense. Obviously not all blacks are criminals, but something’s fishy there. For a fact a lot of black people in prison did something wrong that led directly to their incarceration but the numbers simply hint at some sort of fuckery afoot, that leads to people asking questions. Doesn’t take a five minute duckduckgo search to realize how many blacks are doing hard time for ridiculous non violent drug offenses. Same thing goes for the cops. One of most stressful jobs ever, all day people are lying to you, when you show up to a situation it typically doesn’t mean something great is happening, pulling people over to give them tickets must feel like a shitty thing to do when a quota is set by dept. most are good at their job. It’s the few who we see in videos that show a lack of training and or skill under stressful situations. And same goes for this except when these observations are made immediate malfunction cognitive dissonance ensues. The difference with the outrage is they have a decent influence on so many sectors of this country, you can literally be black balled for life from anything. The collective identity makes sure that you think in terms of Group first and prior to anything else. On top of this, Judaism actively teaches infiltration of positions of power, politics, msm, and so on simply in order to better their chances at survival by group based nepotism. Imo the narratives have been twisted by the winners. This where the whole “history is written by the winners��� phrase comes in. You have a full understanding of just how powerful the influence is when it comes to people just simply speaking about, or asking genuine questions etc.  

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quote --IS TRUMP permitting it-- YES...YES ..YES.. //well, well, well, I really didn't expect that. I think less of him for it.. Hilary was on it../ Trump - it is a special../ /does the whole world say yes to every stupid idea?? China is pulling out, Europe is pulling out, it is too brutal.and stupid at times. When Europe collapses, we british will take over, . .Yes England will rule the waves yet again... who is that shadow figure ALLAN Finchley Jew, /6 illeg children./ ANNA's former lover.. tinkering with humans... Human Research is going to be the driving force in UK so Fekete wants out..

Anna lab st barths Hum Res -- I wanted Stefany in charge of Education in the country.But she is cancerous... But she is an RMN assistant!!!! It doesn't matter, the machine will run it.. like John Fielding on the board of the hospital, he doesn't, the machine does. Yes, we will be overthrown one day, but not yet...

POLES.. we have seen enough. Fekete is a writer and painter /teacher. -yes, but if we all write, print and paint her stuff, she is nothing. - oh she is , she is the mother of all the writing and painting. -Staff, -- ANNA we kept telling you that..//4 Poles in London were asked to use my work and if they wished, join the lab./ Ukraine is with UK.//as usual .../

Boris is also on the lab st barths Human Research scanner. Separated from his wife by their silent intervention - no one is excempt.

Do not imagine this is unusual- when I was having my 4th year external examination on my B.A. at the UEL the Examiner and I got into an argument as he said the ...

John Fielding on board of St barths at lab to their illeg children in their causing offences and learning to rob remote: //I am a killer and I can't help it...John

lab St barths Human Research women who have been using my work.. Lauren Fielding put a polyp sitting onto brain/ Op Alyson, put one onto heart, hence breathless Jean Carsted-Beaumond has put two onto your ovary.. and one into the right eye..to blind Fekete....

there are ten /10/ murderous criminal swine /all illegitimate children of managers ALLAN Finchley and John Fielding.. board of St barths Hum Res at the lab at the moment, committing offences and cueing others to commit offences..and using my work - at the moment 360 stories, 1600 paintings 1000 sketches, 2900 poems -- you should see your paintings, you kept them carefully in plastic boxes interleaved with tissue paper, you should see what the swine of illeg kids have done to them...

Snig Hill Police Sheffield, on lab st barths Hum Res scanner, about half dozen are cancerous..will sucumb next few years

several members of the Cabinet are cancerous ALL CABINET IS ON ST BARTHS HUMAN RESEARCH SCANNER-- will sucumb also..We thought Tony was for a while.

Top POLICE SUPERINTENDENT London, was shown heavy porn film of JOAHNNA a friend of ANNA jun sec min of health /porn starlet/ made at BBC with director Sydney-- and told that was me /?/ mother of five 46 yrs old mature University student and artist, and it was a sex therapy using the whole country, killing throughout the country permitted by UNO -- to whom lab st barths Human Research did not give any true facts...

it is called maximising extreme therapy and is all unworkable stuff piled on and on.. ANNA jun sec Min of Health-- I always wanted to throw every offence at one person and see what they could do about it.. The horror of the british concentration camp..silent and unseen. Tory:== when the british government damages an innocent person, it is either very expensive for the government or very expensive for the person, in family's your cases , it is unfortunately terrible wipe-out expensive for you and yours.

Similar to Morphine: The Best Natural Painkiller that Grows in Your Backyard!

Did you know this about cashews...!?

From Len Krawchuk, and article from "Three Snails" about Ukrianian folk jewelry, necklaces in particular. The article is not well translated, but has some interesting examples of the many types of necklaces worn and regional names used.

Let's be honest - who doesn't love them!

quote-I don't have enough-- oh thank you .. emneti Syrian Thief family -Longley broke into my home again Thursday..I had a shipping order for her stuff..it was my chance to make some spare cash, at her age, what the hell does she know.. teachers and painters...

sweat smell we fed into Sheffield Somalians brains was from the lab jewesses, Margit sweats and they have their menopause-- so ... Fekete did not have one, as she took hormones. also Margit's vaginal smells as she sweats heavily. //these super rich, greedy jewish bitches can afford to have menopauses, I couldn't.. /

tv2pm-- after we have EQUALISED YOU..ah another British word for racketeering, organised theft, and remote torture of the worst kind.. by lab jews so cannot be admitted... hm

Quote --Parkwood school, Sheffield, KIRSHAN Hussein is a thief and a bad thief, /loiters outside of my home hours on end waiting for me to go out..as is his sister MIRAM Hussein... ALI off Rock street was a pretty bad thief, but this mob are much worse.. Nemeti-- Longley st is over here in Upperthorpe all the while looking to break in and thieve.. so called Syrian refugee.. with his friend Abdul and Neseria and her family and step son, in Upperthorpe .. Suleiman is a thief..and fence snitch.

Prince Charles was in the lab st barths Hum Res and on the scanner remote for treatment, that is why we rob /called reducing by lab Jews/ Fekete none stop using west indians and Syrians, who do not know anything about remote --

Guiana black woman Upperthorpe Roman catholic who sends her 20 yr old son robbing for stuff for the children as she spends all £360 weekly on herself on BRAND NEW DRESSES etc-- /saw her/ prostitutes a fair bit, well ok we all know that group all do../ pn scanner permanently---if they catch me for cheating we will just go back to Africa or somewhere else in Europe..

quote - lab st barths hum Res IMOGEN-- in the last 3 weeks, 7 men have wandered round your bedroom robbing stuff, clothes, in your wardrobes, everywhere.. robbing your front room-- all of them blacks and arabs.. living near by.. Wednesday Pakistani from Pagehall broke in and robbed /my UKRAINIAN dad's German Army Sollbuch and several other items/ BECAUSE HE HATES SLOVAKS???????????????????????? THEN GAVE SOME GYPSIES MY ITEMS? GYPSIES DON'T READ GERMAN VERY WELL AND THOUGHT IT WAS HER MAN'S...... MY DAD WAS UKRAINIAN????????????WHY??????????

Fish and Chips shop-- Upperthorpe.Sheffield. Abdul and Neseria, flats Upperthorpe.. tried to sell us your goods there, clothes, paintings etc..I WENT INTO FEKETE'S HOUSE UPPERTHORPE ON THURSDAY-- watched. these thieves are SO stupid that they do not seem to realise that if the door just opens remote, someone is watching them on a scanner and they stay on a scanner...for future use. THEY ARE TRULY STUPID gone silk jacket and sailing shirts from Spain /orig German/ white chines...

Bethany- lab st barths Hum Res. John's illeg daughter-- I sold 6 of Fekete's stolen shirts to a kitch shop, because I opened the doors of her home remote for local thieves.. I also sold 7 other items, art stuff mainly, artists blocks, paints etc

from lectures by Rabbi Rothchild and my mother's stories from home- we lived in the jewish quarter of Poszon, Milealska Uc -Paintings were to illustrate my numerous 'jewish poems' which have all been stolen along with the paintings--there are quite a few more illustrations on that topic, painted in Sheffield, London and Leipzig.

''what write it all again?'' Anna insists that all is shared out of Fekete's work repeatedly, as they sat on her for years, throughout University etc and halved her marks whilst adding sexual innuendos to everything, also all lecturers at all Unis and Colleges were on their scanner /cancers activated?/ Alyson, I have to do it for ANNA- John Fielding board of Lab st barths Human Research, asked us to tear up these 70 paintings, as his daughter Faye used them for her MA ..and sold some of them to the jewish community.. rob some of her glasses, as she sees very badly--again

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Thursday, April 6, 2017

9:40 a.m.  rain - time has been feeling a bit unreal - everybody says - nothing to it with these cataracts - but it was sometime in March that I went to see Dr.Lieber Cohen - who had done the cataracts for a man at the CW - Roger O'Neill - whom I first met in the 90's. Of the people at the CW I think he was the only to take some interest in the squatters - Felton, also - Roger must be some five or six years older than I - Felton by as much as 20 years or more younger. Roger never mentioned mentioned the CW - was always very friendly. He is a Bostonian who found his way to the CW in the 1960's, met a  woman he married, had three beautiful daughters but alas hif wife died young in a car crash, he raised the daughters and never remarried.

One of my far too many projects never realized was to interview Roger, do a video - and there was a David Schulder whose parents had been friends with Roger since the 60's and David and I had become friends. I had a video camera. bought a tripod, Roger and David agreed - David would do the video and also join in the conversation - it all sounded great - and then David lost his job, disappeared - has reappeared very sporadically - end of that project. Too bad - Roger is an incredible store house of information - of countless people and any and all radical movements - in New York and beyond. Alas by now he is very visibly aging - he is past 90 - and one daughter who also has lived at the CW but now is marrried and also has beautiful daaughters - she lives nearby and takes very loving care of her father. She gave me the name and address of the doctor.

That doctor had just given up doing the op himself, had turned it over to a young man with offices across the street from him - who now has become my doctor though of course I barely know him. I mourn an optomitrist whom I had tutored in German, with whom I had become friends and very much liked - one day I came to his office to be told: he has retired. Gone. Disappeared - I cannot even remember his name. Tried half a dozen, could not click. Heere I am now with these strangers - countless staff members, cannot remember any names - with endless functions - cannot help but feel a bit Kafkaesque about it all - now in the midst of it - Dr.K. did the op - to see him again next Monday at 2:30 - then I had to see my g.p. for e.k.g. and blood test - now I was told this was only good until April 15 - go see her again - I protested - then the shock of $250 for tiny vials of drops - it seems most people by my age have gotten used to the medical run around - I do feel like caught in a strange maze. My "friend" refusing any assistance at all. Upsets me. Now my grandson has agreed to pick me up after number two.

Do look forward of the day of the last eye drop. Will breathe a sigh of relief. Am doing all this now because my driver's licence is expiring on my birthday after seven years - would like to get another, with "no visual aids needed" - have driven without glasses all my life - would love to continue - though quite aware of much slowing reflexes and altogether, compared to most other drivers, I've driven very little in my life - now in small doses - in daylight - preferably not into the rising or setting sun - but even those small doses of driving still give me much pleasure - in the places where I go and where driving is a must. I am so happy I learned to drive.

Yesterday. It is wonderful that my grandson and his wife have moved to New York City - my city - and he by now knows much more about the city than I do and is in a graduate program for urban planning at New York University - that university next door to me, usurping my neighborhood now - and greatly disliked not only by me. 

Universities - there was Max Weber - a German (google) - before 1900 and after - an early sociologist in this new science - he also was depressed for seven years, lovingly cared for by his wife Marianne. Most famous for writing about the Protestant Work Ethic - critically - but also, his struggles with universities. Do get the real facts from google and not from me - you know I am sketchy - but he described the German universities as places of a rich elite - a rocky road strewn with politics to become a full professor - all he could become was something like a lecturer - unpaid - and his courses not really valid for credit - and I think that also led to his depression.

I did enroll in 1963 in graduate studies of sociology at CUNY - City University of New York - a large interesting institution - came to love the study of sociology and of course came to read by and sbout Max Weber - this study project became a two year adventure about which I also hsave written a book that burned in 2000 - but it also does make part of my unedited memoir. The reason I switched back to - to me very boring - German studies at Columbia - was that my husband insisted I must earn money and in 1965 language studies still were much subsidised by defense funds and with s Columbia Ph.D. finding a job in 1965 seemed guaranteed - no loner so after 1968 when all funds were cut, languages no longer obligatory  and tenured folks driving taxi cabs.

Still - arriving in America at 19 with not one cent in my pocket - we were not allowed to take money out of Germany - hanging around universities even not studying what I wanted - but with this to me boring German not breaking any sweat - sure has been preferable to the factory life of many of the displaced persons on that army ship with me - the General Hersey - I actuslly do meet a good number here in my neighborhood - Poles, Ukrainians, - occasional Jews - many never really learned English, remained in their ethnic enclaves - some perhaps even happieer than I am - still - I am glad for the life I had.

Now my grandson is studying at NYU - I'm sure Max Weber would have been a scholarly critic of the institution - but my grandson and I now have come to share Washington Square Park. I do have an M.Phil. from Columbia - once called abd - all but disseertation - so do get the Alumni Journal often good articles - there I read about a retired Columbia Sociologist who is writing about the sociology of Washington Square Park - publication of course guaranteed - wish I had such a project - but then of course he is into disciplined focusing - while I sm all over the place - sketchily.

I also would have liked to do a study of displaced persons who arrived with me in 1951.

But, but, but - one German friend has called my writing: wie Dir der Schnabel gewachsen ist - Schnabel is the German word for a peak of a bird - you write just as your peak has grown - others have said: you write as you talk. Obviously this is not a skill I have studied - nor as I often do point out a "skill" appreciated, recognised,, respected by all thst many - actually scorned - also until now with hardly any financial reward - nor a great prospect of one - still - a skill that gives me pleasure - that fills those hours in the morning when I would not have minded standing on a podium with a rapt and loving aoudience and ample financial reward - not even Max Weber found that - or perhaps tables that have existed - perhaps still exist somewhere not found by me - people sitting around shooting the breeze - but an interesting breeze. Actually when I do find such tables - occasionally at the CW - it is mostly men who talk loudly and by no means are ever to be interrupted. And funnily, with my beloved German friend - we both like to talk and I claim she does all the talking and she says I do all the talking - and I would like to bring my video camera and document it. Lovely meeting with my grandson in a sunny, warm, very crowded, noisy Washington Square park - I got to talk.

Later - Deanne was singing at the NOMAD - last week a lively full house - this week luckily my breakfast partner from earlier in the day, Stefan Eins came with his partner Christine and later French Christine - another friend who said she would come never came, never called - then there were another couple - Deanne had three musicians who played lustily but had to be paid - also the venue expects consuming listeners, I consumed a $5 lentil soup - hard on Deanne - Stefan and partner left - in the end it was Deanne, her partner, French Christine and I sitting around a table - French Christine has her apartment on East 7th street, a block away from where Deanne had her restaurant in the 90's - she knows her well - we did have a lovely conversation - I found out more about Deanne and specially her wonderful mother - who is to have a cataract op tomorrow and Deanne ready to take loving care of her. Also heard about a job Deanne has in the South Bronx - schools di hire artists to bring some art to them - alas it seems these kids come from such troubled backgrounds - 30 of them - hard to deal with - Deanne is wonderful, great singer, her life not so easy.

11:10 - off to the church????   Marianne

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From user CrossMountain https://www.reddit.com/user/CrossMountain

"The actual camp appeared like an untidy slaughterhouse. A pungent smell hung heavily in the air… The further we walked into the site, the stronger the smell of burnt flesh became, and dirty-black ash rained down on us from the heavens, darkening the snow… Innumerable exhausted, wretched figures with shrunken faces and bald heads were standing outside of the barracks. They didn’t know that we were coming. The surprise made many of them faint. A picture that would make everyone wither away who saw it. The misery was horrifying. The ovens [of the crematoria] were still hot and some were still blazing fiercely when we approached… We were standing in a circle, everyone was silent. From the barracks more and more hungry children were emerging, reduced to skeletons and enveloped in rags. Like ants they assembled in large groups, making noise as if they were in a large school yard. With arms extended, they were waiting, begging and screaming for bread. They were whining out of despair and wiping away their tears… Only death reigned here. It smelled of it"

A report by Nikolai Politanow, one of the first Red Army soldiers and translator who entered Auschwitz-Birkenau (Source in German); Here's a full report of the liberation, but I don't know much about the site so handle that source with care.

edit: Working on a full translation of the German article, which is a recount of the liberation by Nikolai Politanow himself.

edit2:I was a translator at the front. Our forces had taken half of Poland. At New Years we reached Krakow. I interrogated German and Italian officers there, because I knew Italian and Polish besides Russian. I’ve learnt that from my mother and during school. We then got the order to push beyond the town and into the concentration camp Auschwitz. When our tanks reached the front gates of the KZ [KZ = Konzentrationslager; German for concentration camp] early on the 27th of january 1945, the guards had already caught wind and had fled. Only some remained, others had died by their own hands.

Nobody resisted. The front gate of the camp was locked. Our tank broke through. One truck after the other, full of soldiers, drove onto the camp site. Our soliders embarked, disarmed the remaining guards of the camp and arrested them.

So we drove up to the extermination camp Birkenau.

[Now comes the part posted above, but in the original, Nikolai Politanow goes a little more into detail. The following are the segments missing in the part above.]

Knowing the Red Army was closing in, the SS gave the boilermen (?) [people responsible to throw the dead bodies into the ovens] the order, to throw the prisoners, who were already emaciated to the point of looking like skeleton, into the crematorium alive. They wanted to get rid of the sick and weakened to cover up their tracks as fast as possible.

The boilermen looked surprised to see us officers and soldiers. They were strong people, mostly Kapos [prisoners forced to work in the camps]. They greeted us with shy smiles on their faces, a mix of happiness and fear. Like on command, they threw away their poker. With us, they talked freely. Angry words about Hitler were spoken. I still remember an old boilermen stammer “Thank you”. “Thank you, friend. May I call you [the Russians] friends?”.

One of them, a Ukrainian, I asked: “Why did you do that?” and pointed towards the ovens. Without blinking he replied: “They didn’t ask if I wanted to. No, I didn’t want to. But better be the guy working the oven, then be the one burning. That’s why I did it.” I was speechless, could just shake my head. “Why aren’t the other ovens burning? There’s no smoke coming up the chimney”, I asked the guy. “Deconstructed”, he said.

Caught in our own thoughts, everyone just stood around. Nobody cared about the burning ovens. “Stop this. Out! All of you!”, the commanding officer Sergejew shouted. Outside, he was shaking and said with a stuttering voice: “How can this be in the midst of the 20th century! I can’t comprehend this. If there’d be a god, maybe he could explain how this all came to be.”

We visited the barracks and couldn’t believe our own eyes. Nacked [sic]  and groaning people, hardly looking like humans, were laying on straw bags. I touched one of the people laying there. He didn’t move. He wasn’t alive anymore.

[End of the missing segments]

In another barrack, a woman was dying. I asked if someone from her family was also in the camp. She said yes. Via speakers we tried to find her relatives and reunited the family. Shortly after, the woman died, although our doctors tried to save her.

After that we concentrated on the camp headquarters. In the hallway towards the office of the camp management I found a paper pinned to the wall which concerned me, too, since I’m slav. It said something along the lines of “Germans! We are the masters. Our interests are the only that matter. The reproduction of the slav people is not desired. Childlessness and abortian are to be encouraged. Education of slav children is unnecessary. If they can count up to 100, that’s sufficient. Those who can’t work, shall die.”

I translated the text for the others who just shook their heads. One teared it down. The offices were empty and chaotic so we went outside.

In the meantime our soldiers had gathered the female guards and brought them to us. “Should we…?”, asked a Corporal. “No, don’t do anything stupid”, the officer replied. “This is to be decided by the Ordnungsgruppe” [can’t find a solid translation].

“What does she have in her bag”, I asked another woman, since I saw how filled her bag was. A soldier grabbed into the bag. It was a brochure. The headline was “About the law to defend the hereditary health of the German people”. I took it, read some pages. Proof of being aryan, marriage prohibition, anglo-jewish plague … I took note of it and was shocked. People are still carrying these with them! [Nikolai Politanow is suprised that these people still carry things that will be used as evidence against them.]

“Are you all Aryan women?”, I asked. They give me a cold look. “I don’t know”, one of them replied. We laughed. “Where are the camp doctors?”, I asked. “Not here, ran off”. “And the male prisoners, where are they? I haven’t seen a single man. What’s up with that?”. “A week ago they’ve been escorted out of the camp. Probably relocated to Majdanek or Treblinka”, she replied. I tore the brochure into pieces and threw it onto the piles of garbage.

Until evening, many reporters had arrived. Nonstop buzzing and flashing cameras everywhere inside and ouside the barracks. We had to learn one step after the other that Auschwitz was a central selection camp. Jewish people were selected for forced labour or death in the gas chambers. The immediated extermination by jews who were unable to work was expressly insisted upon.

The field kitchens arrived soon. Nearly at the same time, the Ordnungstruppe and surprisingly high ranking officers from the staff of Rokossowski and Konjew showed up. Medics distributed sheets and clothing to the prisoners. To prevent the prisoners from eating snow, soldiers distributed tea and bread to the nearly starved skeletons. In the meantime, military trucks had arrived. Around midnight, all prisoners were taken out of the camp. Those still able to walk had no patience to wait and had already taken off by foot towards Sosnowitz. The only remaining people were Kapos and guards. Those were immediatly ordered to dig up mass graves outside the camp and to bury the dead bodies there. Floodlights and generators had already been put in place there.

The camp was now empty and it was as silent as a monastery. Some torches were lighting the ground here and there. We had to leave, since we are a combat unit assigned to the front. We caught up to the rest of our unit in Sosnowitz, approximatly 15 kilometer east of Kattowitz.

[The last few lines of the article talk about how Nikolai Politanow experienced the end of the war in Berlin.]

Sorry for any typos or spelling errors. As you might've guessed, I'm German.