The Holocaust-Personal Narrative

On a cold fall morning, hundreds of Jewish families woke up to be told that they were to come with the Nazis and that they would be leaving their homes. No explanation, no clue as to where they are going to end up, they bagged up their necessities. The mothers and fathers carried bags upon bags of things that they believed that they were going to get to keep. The children cried, the mothers trembled in fear, while the fathers tried to hold their families together. Out on the cold streets they went, to wait. The Nazis were mean, strict, and rude. Telling the not to move or talk, having them stand never giving them a break. Basically treating them like a dog they were trying to teach a new trick. They taunted and made fun of them and laughed at their looks.

“It is the darkest day of my life, and it is still with me.” said Israel Arbeiter. Years after the Holocaust occurred, the time remains haunting for many people affected by it. The Holocaust was a very tragic time for many people. Millions of lives were lost; many people killed or wounded. This all occurred because of a perceived opinion, prejudice, of Jewish people. Racism, antisemitism, and prejudice need to stop. Respect for people with different views is important.

It is a well known fact that World War II had a massive impact on Jews all over Europe in many ways, whether they were children, adults, or even elderly. Its effects were both abysmal and hideous because of the Nazi regime, who used Jews as targets of discrimination. Throughout this era, European Jews became subjected to harsh persecutions, ultimately resulting in over 5,000 Jewish communities being destroyed, as well as the genocides of more than 6 million, 1.5 million of them being young children. Not only were they physically impacted, Jews were additionally affected emotionally, psychologically, and even spiritually. Despite this, they attempted to make the best of their dire situations by trying to get some sense of normalcy into

During the time of the Holocaust, many people didn’t know what was going on. This is because the world kept it secret, so that they would not cause any distress. It was an emotional time for those that figured out what happened, afterwards.

The Holocaust has always been something that fascinates me immensely. Throughout my life I have taken three different courses on it, visited the Holocaust Museum in Washington D.C., and read several books, including the Diary of Anne Frank, on the topic, so it is safe to say I have some knowledge of The Holocaust. In my opinion, The Holocaust is the most horrific thing to happen within the last 100 years. To think that only 84 years ago the killing of nearly 6 million Jewish people occurred makes me nauseous.

On October 7th, 1944 a Jewish prisoner group,"special detachment", revolted and blew up Crematorium IV killing many guards. I felt a spark of hope coming and all I could think that there was a chance to stop all of this. Sadly, my hopes we destroyed almost immediately. I had no choice but to join the group of German solders that killed all the revolters. As I partook in this I began to wonder who was truly the prisoner here. The innocent Jews who cry for liberation or the German who keeps them from it.

this paragraph is about how people's lives were now that they were in concentration camps. The Nazi's hated Jewish people because they blamed them for Germany's problems. 11 million people were killed in concentration

(After the holocaust) I sat down with a woman and a child to retell the horrors of my past, I am Erika, a Jewish survivor of the holocaust. I don’t recall much of my infant years, but some very vivid memories. My story takes place during the holocaust. I’ve only wished for the family I never knew; my family experienced the holocaust firsthand. My parents and other Jews had been rounded up and sent to fenced off ghettos, with the word, verboten plastered all over the walls. Later, we were forced to board a train, my parents must have been eager to leave their famished and filthy lives. They must have been told they were going to a better place, a place where they would have food and work, but they hadn’t heard the rumors of the death camps.

A new day began, with a old same circumstances and today in the morning the first question came in my mind was. Being A Jewish is a sin? I literally wanted to cry at that moment when Judy came upto me and told me about what she heard from the commandos of Nazis party. Even right now I’m gazing through outside the window and all I see how my religion, my faith, my identity and my belief is today is being persecuted with hateful words, escalated to discrimination and dehumanization, and culminated in genocide. Judy told me was being forced into slave labor, and murdered, and to be honest even me I’m being horrific. I literally want to go and stand up for all of my ethnic group because I remember how aunty Rabia and all Jewish people does exceptional

I was sixteen years old when I was first confronted with tangible evidence of evil as I looked through a glass wall at the severed braids of Jewish prisoners at the Auschwitz concentration camp in Poland. I had heard stories about the Holocaust in school and saw pictures of camp survivors prior to arriving, but as tears covered my cheeks I realized that dry recitals of facts and frozen images were completely inadequate to convey the depth of suffering experienced in that place. Nothing could have prepared me to see hundreds of neatly labelled suitcases which were never intended to reach their destinations or to walk into shower rooms and imagine the screams of children my age as they choked on poison gas. I looked at the German students visiting the memorial with me and realized that the “monsters” who had been at work during the Third Reich, the grandparents of many of my friends, were people just like me. I was unable to comprehend the type of hatred that could drive thousands of otherwise “normal” individuals to systematically isolate, torture, and seek to eradicate an entire ethnic group. The vague interest I previously had in human behavior transformed into a driving passion to discover why people do the things they do – a passion that lingers with me today as I observe

You know, it sucks to be woken up in the morning by the banging of Nazi soldiers at your door. Especially when you’re 13 about to have your 14th birthday party. That morning may 18th, 1942, the day of my birthday party, i was getting ready to walk with my friends to school. My house was the only blue house on the street, all the neighbors houses were white or light yellow. New haven drive is where i lived, everyone knew each other. That morning there was a knock on my door but it wasn’t a friendly neighbor knock it was an open up before you die. I opened the door and i saw three Nazi soldiers waiting to take me away. I screamed for my mom and dad but they were already in the truck. My heart was racing like it was

“The grim reality set in. We were free, but we were still jews in a land that hated us, that had stolen everything we owned and had taken our families and put us in camps and gassed us and cremated our bodies.

“I did not understand why it had happened at that time or place. I prayed for them as they did not deserve such a fate. My father, who was with me at the time explained that he pitied the poor Germans, as they had touched the apple of God’s eye,” stated Corrie ten Boom, a women who watched as a group of Jewish men, women and children were taken by police and soldiers. She is explaining that her father thought highly of the Jews and their place in the world, and was saddened that the Germans thought lesser of them than of other people.

I grew up in the shadow of the Holocaust. My grandmother had narrowly escaped the Nazis, but she never spoke about how, but her parents, two sisters, two brothers, grandparents, aunties, uncles and cousins were all murdered in Treblinka. In my childhood, I never heard of the horrors that were committed but I knew the word ‘Treblinka’ before I could walk, I knew my mother had witnessed my grandmother suffer nightmares about the war. How she so hated Poland that she wouldn’t even admit she was born there.

Some unfortunate moments in history happened between 1933 and 1945. Eleven million Jewish were murdered in Europe under Nazi regime. This genocide massacre is known as Holocaust. The Holocaust events are well presented at Museum of Tolerance (MOT). The purpose of establishing this museum is to bring awareness of racism and discrimination around the world. Since the moment of establishment in 1993, the museum opened its doors to over 5 million visitors (Museum of Tolerance, n.d.).