The racist madness of Nazi Germany cost sixty million people their lives. Six million Jews, a third of the entire Jewish people, were wiped out by that satanic machine.
They were annihilated simply because they were Jewish. Their blood will never cease to cry out from the soil of Europe, most of which was conquered by the Nazis.
I have been a believer all my life, but that doesn’t help me to understand what happened. To this day, I am unable to comprehend how young, educated Germans could aim their rifles at a pregnant woman, shoot her in cold blood, rip the hair off her head, pull out her teeth and then go away to eat and rest, only to return and shoot a day-old baby. Nothing has the power to drown out the cries of babies shot in cold blood.
Occasionally a madman makes his appearance. But how could it happen, I ask myself, that an entire nation could elect a madman, prostrate itself before his sadism and demagoguery, give him the title of “Chancellor”, and shower him with acclaim?
How does a nation not rise up at the sight of murderers rampaging through its streets, the sight of army tanks moving forward relentlessly and mercilessly, bent on destroying erstwhile neighbors and friends.
I find it hard to understand how other countries stood by, blinded and paralyzed in the face of this viper. Some of them even signed agreements with the Devil himself, joined his ranks and fought in his armies.
My heart trembles when I am reminded that Hitler could have developed nuclear weapons too. A genocidal leader with weapons of mass-destruction – what would have remained of our world then?
It is not easy for us to compose ourselves, and perhaps we shouldn’t. The passage of time does not necessarily calm us. The poet’s words about truth rising from the grave ring in my ears, and my heart vibrates with the memory of six million brothers and sisters, buried in a graveyard the likes of which have never been seen, nor will never be seen again. They live within every one of us.
“What I have lost is mine forever”, wrote Rachel.
I also ask myself what would have happened to the Jewish people if we would have had the powerful country we have today in the time of Hitler. We could have done things that others refrained from doing.
It’s possible that we were late in establishing a state, and paid a heavy price – for in history, one mustn’t hesitate. But we did rise again, and gathered in our people. We returned to our Homeland, we resurrected our language, and we opened our gates to Holocaust survivors. We fended off seven military attacks and two intifadas designed to defeat us. We also signed two peace agreements. We began to tap the hidden potential we discovered within ourselves. While the shadow of death still hovered, new life started to take hold.
We established an army that knows how to win, and is capable of defending a peace- seeking nation. We proved that our spirit was not broken. The catastrophe of the Holocaust did not destroy our ability to establish a just way of life. The Holocaust demanded a supreme effort on our part. Even after our blood had been spilled, we succeeded in becoming first in the world – in agriculture, medicine, and self-defense.
We will not forget, we will not cover up, and we will not stop asking ourselves anew each morning, what we can do so that what happened will never happen again. And we will remember – history has taught us to be vigilant. We must cultivate both our spiritual and physical power. We have to strengthen our position, with the power of justice and justifiable power. We need to seek out friends in this world, and to demand that they keep their eyes open and recognize imminent danger, rather than offer comfort after the fact.
What is expected of us, we will bear on our shoulders. What is expected of the world, should be acted upon without delay. If the countries of the world had not delayed, and would have identified the Nazi threat in time, they could have prevented Hitler from murdering tens of millions of people. They could have prevented war from breaking out.
We stand here today with tears in our eyes, and yet we will not immerse ourselves in our tears. Only a strong country is entitled to mourn its children. Only a nation that believes in itself can commemorate them in a fitting manner.
Only a state with deterrence power, with an army worthy of its reputation, bent on peace, can ensure that the memory of those who perished will never be obliterated.
We shall pray together. We will say Kaddish in their memory. And we will sound the notes of “Hatikvah” for the generations to come.
May their memory be blessed.
