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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Anger (01/24/05)

TITLE: Righteous Anger (A historical fiction)
By Ruth Neilson
01/26/05


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A gentle knock on my hospital room door startled me out of my prayers. The nurse entered, smiling softly and stated that the student who wanted to interview me had come. I nodded once and the student sat down in front of me with her pen and pad ready to jolt down notes on what I said.

She asked, “Now that sixty years have passed since the liberation of Auschwitz, how do you feel?”

With righteous fervor, I began to spout off my story.
“Angry. And why shouldn’t I be so angry? I have every right to be. My home, my job, my family all taken from me just because... I was... no, we were different. Maybe they were upset that my people have the promise of the Meschiach (Messiah). We are the seed if Abraham and the Meschiach is coming and will one day restore Israel to her former glory.”

I paused, and noted the young student’s face and took a deep breath. “Forgive me; I often revert to what my Rabbi preached even as we were being put into the cattle cars. He was so full of fervor—and life. Now... he’s gone, just like the others.

“Frau and I, we were expecting our second child when the laws started to change in 1935. My father's and mine once prosperous watch making shop was destroyed during the night Krystalnacht. That same night the babe, a boy child was born within our home. My only son didn’t survive the night. The SS came and found a quick way to silent the babe. I can still hear the Nazi’s laughing as we prayed E-l Malei Rachamim for him.

“My daughters, Abigail and Leba, ... are all gone with a flick of the wrist. Left... right... left... right... They were all sent to the ‘showers’ as was their Mutter. I carried their bodies to the oven and wept bitterly over them.

“That was over sixty years ago. Sixty years ago, my family was destroyed. I’ve come to America the ‘Land of Opportunities'. Where are they? I have not seen such opportunities; I still struggle to make ends meet, even as an elter within my synagogue here. And now, I am nothing but a broken old man.”

The young woman swallowed faintly as she finished writing out her notes. “Sir, if you don’t mind, I have one more question.”

I nodded again, as she pressed on. “What type of memorial would be appropriate for what happened in those camps?”

I struggled to breath for a moment, despite the oxygen that was blowing through the tubes into my nose.

“There is no memorial that will ever be appropriate for the loss of life in those camps. Entire families wiped out. Names gone for all of eternity that only G-t remembers. There will never be enough people to pray E-l Malei Rachamim over every victim. Those that say there can be a memorial that is fitting for my family-let alone other families-are fools.”

I paused for another moment and watched her jolt down some more notes before continuing.

“The only possible memorial that would even be fit for my people is to watch every Nazi endure what we did-and then some. Let them have everything they knew and loved be stripped away. Let them stand naked in the cold German winters. Let them be escorted to their deaths with false promises of showers or the hope that ‘work will make you free’. I would gladly shoot one myself if they presented themselves to me.”

The young woman nodded and looked down at her pad of paper sadly. Then she spoke in German. “Verzeihen Sie mir Sir für das Lügen zu Ihnen. Sie sehen, war mein Großvater ein Nazi und ich arbeite auf einem Überlebendbuch als penitence für ihn und sein gesamtes Erzeugung.” (Forgive me sir for lying to you. You see, my grandfather was a Nazi and I am working on survivors book as a penitence for him and his entire generation.)

With that, the young woman stood and muttered a “Danke” and left, the room leaving me to pray for my own righteous anger before I was to die.


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DeAnna Brooks01/31/05
Anger leaves us standing naked...regardless of its apparent merits. You've portrayed that most powerfully. Great job.

DeAnna
Christine Rhee02/01/05
Wow!! You have painted this beatifully!! The dialogue is fantastic, and you have added just the right amount of action, as well. Congratulations and keep writing!

Very powerful ending.
Marina Rojas02/01/05
Many times our anger is justified. But when we have become more like Christ, we forgive others for their sins against us. That is what I heard from this article. It was told very well; I liked the point of the child trying to repay the sins of the father. Praise God for the ability to break those generational curses. This was really a good story.
Suzanne R02/05/05
Very interesting. It kept my attention right to the end, and made me think. Well done.
Deborah Anderson02/05/05
Great job you did with your angle on this week's topic. I enjoyed it. God bless you.
Debbie OConnor02/05/05
Great job! Your writing was powerful, the story intriguing and the conclusion very satisfying.
Rita Garcia07/04/07
Such wisdom and food for thought! Fantastic first entry!! Thanks for sharing it today!!
Verna Cole Mitchell 07/04/07
This is truly a gripping story with such a powerful conclusion. I'm glad you shared it. It's certainly worthy of notice.
Joanne Sher 07/05/07
Very powerful message. Great first entry.
Brenda Welc07/07/07
Great writing, very thought provoking.