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Personal Reflections on Holocaust Memorial Day

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Jonathan Feldstein

Last night, at the opening of the national Holocaust Memorial Day ceremony in Israel, Prime Minister Bennett spoke movingly about the death of probably the youngest victim of the Holocaust.  The baby was so young, she had no name.  All we know from her mother’s own testimony is that the baby’s last name was Reich, she was born and died in Auschwitz, and taken from her mother and murdered thirty minutes after her birth. The mother, Irene Reich, survived to share this painful testimony, one of 1.5 million Jewish children murdered in the Holocaust.


The Prime Minister also spoke about how the Holocaust is not about universal suffering. I happened to write an article about that this week as well.  

President Herzog also spoke meaningfully, illustrating his remarks with a picture of a woman being shot in the head as she stood above a ditch that became her grave.  She was shot as she comforted her children.  The thought is unimaginable. That someone thought to capture the moment on camera is equally horrifying.  It’s estimated that more than 1 million of the 6million Jews murdered were shot.  That means it was up close, personal, that the shooters saw their victims, not just masses of naked bodies being packed into a gas chamber.

Each year, I try to think of something profound to say before Yom HaShoah – Holocaust Memorial Day.  I typically find myself at a loss, unpacking the horrors, not just 6 million Jews murdered, but the potential that would have come out of each one, their suffering and fear, the suffering of survivors then and still today, and despite all the horrors and suffering, everything that we’ve miraculously built as a people, and in our respective families, mine included.

This year it struck me that people need to remember why Jews were in Europe to begin with.  It is not because we were indigenous to Europe, or went there because the grass was greener, seeking better opportunities.  We were there because millennia earlier most of us were expelled from our native land, the Land of Israel. Now, we have restored Jewish sovereignty albeit, sadly, a decade too late to save and bring home those who were murdered.  As impossible as it is to imagine what was lost and how, if 6 million Jews had been saved then and brought home, everything we have and have built in Israel would have been many times more.  It’s not simply rhetoric that one of those murdered, or their descendants, could have found a cure for cancer, ALS, or developed clean energy and much more.


Among the Nazi’s victims in my own family are my great grandparents, Shalom Yaakov and Dreizel Birnbach. They had the foresight to try to get as many of their children out of Europe (specifically Poland) as possible. Four children including my grandmother, were saved.  Each built families which today number in the dozens. Many of us live in Israel where my youngest son, and now two grandchildren (so far) were born.

My youngest son is named for my great-grandfather, Shalom Yaakov. He did everything he could to save his children. He lived to know that he had a grandson, my father, born in Israel, though they never met.  Shalom Yaakov must have been elated by that, seeing a new generation of his Jewish descendants born and being raised as free Jews in our Land, all this as he still tried to save himself and his other children and grandchildren who were dozens among the millions of Jews murdered just in my own family.

I have a vision of my great-grandfather dancing in his grave – if he had been lucky enough to have one and not shot in a pit that became a mass grave for the Jews of Kanczuga – that his great-great-grandson was born in Jerusalem, along with two great-great-great grandsons.  He’d be elated that his great-great-grandson who carries his name will be going for his first interview and evaluation next week in preparation for joining the IDF.

If only there had been an IDF and a state to protect our people 80 years ago.

My son is also named for my father’s first cousin, Yosef (Joseph). Yosef was a little boy when he was murdered, along with his mother, Pesiya.  We don’t know if they were shot, with his mother protecting him, bashed in the head with a rifle to save a bullet, or deported, gassed, and burned.  We do know he has no grave either.  He and my father never met, but in an idyllic world, they’d have been playmates and grown old together.


Yosef was old enough to know that we yearned for Jerusalem, but not old enough to begin to try to understand the horrors of the hatred and evil that gave Shalom Yaakov reason to want to save his children.  It’s hard to ascribe adult characteristics to a little boy who, if he had lived, would have been an old man today. But imbuing him with the history of our people, that there’s a teenage third cousin who was born in Jerusalem and carries his name and will soon be joining the army of the State and people of Israel, I suspect would have been comforting, maybe even elating.   

As I watched the stories of the six survivors who were honored with lighting a torch at yesterday’s national Holocaust Memorial Day ceremony, I was struck with the awareness that when each was introduced, they were introduced as where they were born, and along with the number of children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren they have.  These six represented the 6 million.  If we only were to multiply the 1.5 million children by 10-15 descendants each, that begins to quantify not just the loss, but the potential that was lost too.

We can never undo the horrific past from which we suffered, and from which many still do.  But we have built up our lives and our country.  In our very existence we shout “Never Again.” This is the cornerstone of the victory that we celebrate every day, even on days like today when we must remember and mourn the past.

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