We learn that the majority of those killed (if not all of them) were Hungarian Jews. We learn the meaning of the word “concentration”, that the Nazis took people from other countries, brought them to Poland and concentrated and isolated them so that escape in a land where they were unfamiliar with the culture and language and had no support system, was futile. I am struck by a comparison made to the Metro Detroit Jewish population of 70,000 and how the Nazi extermination system would have taken less than a week to wipe out the entirety of Jewish Detroit.
Upon leaving, we stop at a travel rest stop and a couple of trucks with horse trailers pull in. There are about 5-6 horses in each and they are very well ventilated. I again feel a strong sense of irony as these vehicles pull in at the very moment we exit the bus. The horses are treated far better than my brothers and sisters were in their overcrowded, unventilated, camp transport rail cars.
We re-board the bus and travel to Kielce, the site of the first of several post-Holocaust pogroms. Kielce was a town of 7,000 Jews, pre-war, and the 200 (yes, only 200) survivors return “home”.
We return to the bus and travel to the Sidlowitz cemetery and monument. The cemetery, sadly, is neglected. Many tombstones are displaced and broken and piled together in a pile, like “junk”. Those standing are in disrepair. The grounds are unattended; weeds and overgrown grass abound. We arrive at a monument erected in honor of an incident in which 150 Jews were mass murdered. The inscription is in Polish so I venture to the back of the monument to see if the inscription is repeated in English.
We return to the bus and drive to the Warsaw airport for dinner and a discussion of our four days in Poland. Opinions are given that the trip is powerful and necessary; one of us indicates that “camp visits” are unnecessary and that our children (as his were) should be discouraged from making such a trip. Most, respectfully, disagree. My theory is that those who ignore the past are doomed to relive it. He is, certainly, entitled to his opinion; no one has the “right” opinion.
I pen this at the airport, awaiting our flight to the Promised Land. Tonight, we leave the “darkness” and travel to the “light”. I am very excited, yet, I found Poland to be a scenically beautiful country, reborn in a democracy that seems to be working. If Yanish is an example of the “new” Poland, there is certainly “light” here, as well, because he is a knowledgeable, friendly and fine gentleman. It certainly seems that “Jewish” Poland is gone forever; that is the ultimate “darkness”, because we have learned that the community was large, close knit, and vibrant. Certainly, my “Jewish” traditions originate in Sandomierz, Poland (and, on my father’s side, Russia), a town rich in Jewish tradition, like Warsaw, Krakow, Kielce and Lublin were. There is “light” in Eretz Yisrael, but there are also a thousand points of Jewish light in many other countries, including the U.S., where survivors and other immigrants, their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren carry on their Eastern European traditions. Susan Tapper, pass me some more of your Aunt’s delicious mandel bread!!! And so it goes…
Posted by Leonard Borman
There was a disaster. Nazis came and took the children of the deceased inhabitants to death camps. No dignified burial happened. The deceased died a second death. The ship was torpedoed and there were no rescuers and no survivors. The gravestones I saw lay untouched for about 60 years. There is no way to raise this ship. My wish is to have the ship lay quietly. The Titanic lay quiet. I was a visitor.
Here is a link to photos from Day 4:
http://picasaweb.google.com/jonberkun/Day4PolandPlaszowConcentrationCampPogromIn1946AtKielceAndSidlowitzCemetery
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