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A Dutch Concentration Camp

Camp Westerbork was not the only concentration camp set up in Holland, but it was by far the most active.  A high percentage of Dutch Jews who would be murdered in Auschwitz and Sobibor would first be transported to Westerbork.  Although most who went there perished, there were some who did survive the war even after spending significant time in Westerbork.  One of those who survived was my Uncle Meijer who recently passed away.  The following is a short video that tells a little bit about this infamous Dutch  Concentration Camp.


Remembering an Uncle

If you have read the book Jew Face or know of my family, you know that my father was one of five children.  His oldest brother was Meijer (pronounced Meyer), he had an older brother David, an older sister Sofia, and a younger sister Elizabeth (aka Belia).  Elizabeth was murdered by the Nazis, David died in a car accident in the mid 70s, and Sofia died of natural causes less than a year ago.  The only one who was left was Meijer, until a few days ago.  It is for this reason that I write this post.

My Uncle Meijer, my father’s oldest brother, passed away this week.  With people living in different parts of the world, I cannot say that I knew my uncle well in my adult life.  What I do know is the significance of his passing and my childhood memories.

To the best of my knowledge my uncle never spoke much English.  As a child however there was one sentence I do remember him knowing, and as he has passed on, and I look back at my childhood,  I would be remiss if I would not make mention of it.  He would call me over, look straight at me with a smile and say, “We are friends for…” at which point I would reply “ever”.  This was a well know interaction in the family and always gave me a wonderful feeling as a child towards my uncle.  As a 50 year old man today, I still look back at it and smile.

The significance of the passing of my father’s brother Meijer is that it is the end of an era in many ways.  The last of my father’s immediate family, Meijer Groen’s passing creates one more gap between our world today and the world of those who went through the Nazi occupation, persecution, and murder of the European Jewish community, specifically that of Holland.

As the son of Nardus Groen, it makes me feel like an entire chapter of my family’s heritage and history has closed or maybe more appropriately, been altered.  If you do not believe that souls pass on to a different world when their bodies die here on earth I ask you to indulge me as you read this.  I sit here and pray that in that world my father and brother have met once again, that they both have peace, and reach the high levels God can provide to both of them.

This is my wish and my prayer.  Not just for today, but for…..ever.

The following is an excerpt from Jew Face: A story of love and heroism in Nazi-occupied Holland.  It takes place soon after the end of the war

Suddenly, a motorbike pulled up to the house. On the bike were two young men. The man in front had a familiar look about him, but Sipora couldn’t place why right away. The man on the back of the bike spoke first.

 “Are you Sipora Rodrigues?” he asked in a friendly tone, accompanied by a smile.

 Sipora was somewhat startled but felt at ease with the man’s approach and confirmed with no reluctance that she was.

 “I have a message for you from Nardus,” continued the man. “He said he got your letter and that you will be hearing from him again very soon.”

 Sipora felt a warm feeling come over her. It would have been easy for Nardus to avoid the whole situation if he had so desired. In these postwar times, with thousands of miles separating them, even with a child on the way, it would have taken very little effort on Nardus’s part to have no involvement whatsoever with her or the child. She was not surprised, because everything he had done till now showed that the kind of man he was made this reaction more likely, but still, this extra effort meant a lot to her. She was curious about these men now.

 “So I know Nardus told you how to find me,” said Sipora, “but may I ask, who are you?”

 “I’m Meyer Groen,” said the man riding the bike. “Nardus’s older brother.”

 Then the man on the back of the bike spoke again.

 “I’m their brother-in-law,” he said, motioning to Meyer. “My name is Jacques Baruch. It was good to meet you.”

 Somewhat in shock over having met two people so significant in Nardus’s life, Sipora just stood there, smiling.

 Jacques got back on the bike, and after the two bid farewell to Sipora, she heard him say to Meyer, “Nardus did pretty well for himself.”

 Sipora watched as the two rode away. In a world where so little good was happening, this was a day when she could at least smile and feel a little less alone. 


A Yom Kippur Blessing

It is easy to pray on Yom Kippur when times are rough.  When you desperately need things in your life and you feel nothing is going your way, an argument can be made that the only thing left to do is pray.  So what does one do when they take an accounting of their year and their life and see good things happening?  How does one approach the Day of Atonement.  If one is selfless enough it is easy to look at those who have suffered and are suffering and feel that strong need to pray on their behalf  and ask God to provide them with a better year ahead.  However, on a personal level if one still has trouble finding in their heart and soul that which would motivate them there is one word that should help any and all of us find that motivation.  The word is humility.  Believing and subsequently understanding that the good things bestowed upon us are gifts from God allows us to approach the holiday in the right frame of mind.  It drives us to thank God for all we’ve received, plead to God to forgive us for all we’ve done wrong, and ask God to provide for us in the year ahead.

I wish all of you a very happy, healthy, and prosperous year.


My personal memory of a Jewish Teen Icon

As a writer, often I use the written word as a cathartic way of expression.  When my emotions are strongest I either can’t write or I need to write more than any other time.  As my emotions are strong tonight and you are reading this, clearly on this day the result was the latter.

Tonight I am deeply saddened by the news of the death of Ari Horowitz and his wife.  I am not a poser and won’t pretend Ari and I were ever close friends, but when I was 13 and 14 years old I knew him, liked him, and knew he was important to his friends even at a young age.   Ari was one of the most popular and influential people in the Jewish youth group of B’nei Akiva in Philadelphia when I would attend the activities in the mid-70s.  Try to understand how hard it is to be influential when you are that young.  And this was not someone who was arrogant, obnoxious, or ever anything but nice.  He was religious, friendly, and back then as I remember, fun.

Again, I did not know him well, but I do remember him fondly.  And my heart goes out to all his family and closest friends who are suffering greatly from this tragic news.

I am writing this on my blog for one important reason.  If there was anything I learned from writing my book it was to appreciate what God gives us when he gives it to us.  At any point in time it can all disappear.  Unfortunately part of life is to live with sadness and tragedy.  One of the most neglected responsibilities of man is to make the moments in between, the moments when we can experience joy and love and fulfillment, significant and important.  As the New Year approaches I urge everyone, Jew and non-Jew alike, to look at your life and take stock in all that is good so that you can appreciate it now rather than lament when it is gone over how it all passed you by.  This is more important than money and stature.  This is about that which God gives us that is one of, if not the most important things in life.  The people who enrich our life and enhance it.


It’s On Them

In case you don’t already know, the recent events in Libya and Egypt are not isolated incidents without any relevance or significance.  They are part of a much larger problem that is more than an annoyance and inconvenience.  It is a threat to the planet unlike any seen since the days of Adolph Hitler.  There are evil forces in play and in many parts of the world they are wreaking havoc with the intention of extending their power and reach to all corners of the globe.  So far I’ve said nothing new or enlightening to anyone who has been paying attention to world events. What I will do now is show some basic similarities and differences between the evil forces within radical Islam and the ruling Nazi party of Adolph Hitler.

The first similarity that strikes me is the tactic of blame and retaliation.  In and of itself there might be some justification for a group to react harshly to mistreatment or discrimination.  However in the case of Nazi Germany and today’s radical Muslims, there is no importance in the mistreatment or discrimination being real or verifiable. The response is not there for purposes of self-preservation.  The response is a tactic designed to provide an excuse for violence.  Violence which is there to damage the morale of those they want to conquer and scare those who would fight against them.  It’s a clever tactic, because despite the fact that it is immoral to the point of it being evil, it works.  To illustrate this point I will give you an excerpt from the book that speaks of a time when the tactic was used by the Nazis in Amsterdam to damage the resolve of the Jewish populace and those Dutch who passionately fought for what was right.

The entire chain of events that resulted in the raid and deportation of these Jewish men, including Sipora’s cousin David, appeared to be a setup from the start. Soon after the Jewish Council was formed, an NSBer was shot in what was said to be an altercation with some militants fighting back against the Nazi occupation. In retaliation for his murder, Nazi officials rounded up between 300 and 500 Jewish men and deported them to the concentration camp of Mauthausen. Although the number of people picked up was relatively small, it was essentially the first stage in the systematic destruction of nearly all of Holland’s Jewish population.

 The outrage of the local Dutch citizenship was severe; a labor strike was organized by local labor union leaders. This resulted in thousands staying away from work and marching in protest against what they considered to be unlawful and unjust treatment of their fellow Dutchmen.

 Although the strike would be remembered as courageous and decent, it had no impact on the Nazi occupiers other than to create anger against the elements showing support for the Jews of Amsterdam.

 The Nazi response was to execute the organizers of the strike; soon after, they outlawed any other political party other than the NSB.

 

Whether or not a movie criticizing Islam really created anger in these countries or not, the true reason for the murder of J. Christopher Stevens, the U.S. Ambassador to Libya, and the rioting outside the U.S. embassies in Libya and Egypt was the incitement coming from within. The powers that be, powers that want world dominance, are not only not pushing for tolerant non-violent reactions, on the contrary, the more violent their people get, the more successful they are becoming.  I know Egyptian Muslims here in the United States who are decent, hardworking people who live and contribute to American society.  The people have the same ability to be civilized and decent as anyone we know.  But put people in an environment powered by hate, hate of Americans and anyone Jewish, and they tend to at best not fight the violence, at worst be part of it.  It is human nature to get swept up in the fervor regardless of the consequences to themselves or others.  In 1945 I am sure many people thought Germans were inherently evil.  By now we know this is far from the case, but so many got swept up in what they perceived as the excitement Hitler was bringing to their lives that they were willing to be part of mass murder on staggering levels.

An important distinction between Nazi Germany and the elements of tyranny in the Islam world is that Germany was one country that was easily targeted.  Today the enemy lives in many countries and is spread out in so many areas that pounding them to submission like the allies did to Nazi Germany may not be a viable option.  We should learn from this that any one of many strategies may be the right one in combatting this evil, and the best thing we can do is to support our leadership even when we do not agree with the strategy, and even when we do not like our leadership.  It’s important not to lose sight of who the true enemy is.

So who is the true enemy?  Is it every Muslim on the planet? Is it every Muslim country’s government?  What we are seeing happening today is not about religion.  Like any other time in history when a group tried to conquer the world, this is about a group tyrants, dictators, and totalitarian regimes, not about the masses.  However the masses are responsible for their actions, whether they commit those actions or live within the community that commits those actions.  The people living within these countries need to start understanding that it all falls on them.  Unless the decent people within those masses stand up, and I truly believe that is still the majority, the ultimate outcome will be their demise.  For those who say they don’t care, understand that I jumped ahead.  When evil is conquered it is after it caused a tremendous level of devastation, one which in this case would be focused on the murder of Americans and Jews.


What do you think?

What do you think is the biggest danger facing the Jewish people today?  This will not be edited unless it involves any form of racist hatred.  The object of this post is not to spin anyone in any political or social direction.  I want to know what you think and want those who read this blog to know what concerns are out there.  Also, I urge you, regardless of where this post originates for you to post your comments on Holland’s Heroes.  Again, whether I agree with you or not, and regardless of how political your comments are, unless there is blatant bigotry in your comments the responses will be posted.


Misplaced Tolerance

Earlier on Facebook I came across a post in which people criticized Rabbi Yisrael Meir Lau for his comments regarding the recent ban on circumcision.  The comment that was criticized was as follows: “I didn’t see such German sensitivity to Jewish blood during the Shoah (Holocaust).”   The following was my reply in the post in which other’s criticized Israel’s former Chief Rabbi and Holocaust survivor.

 

 

It is easy to criticize a man like Rabbi Lau, but any one of us in his position with the same experiences may have responded the same way. Yes I realize that it is a different Germany today and that not everything relates to the Holocaust, but those who went through that time are justifiably sensitive to behaviors that remind them of that time, be it due to the actual behavior or the people responsible for the behavior. It is easy for most of us who have not experienced that sort of terror to put the focus on someone like Rabbi Lau, who in fact in his commitment to the Jewish people since 1945 has been somewhat heroic despite the suffering he saw at a young age. I have tolerance for the people of Germany today because I feel this generation has earned it, but I will not make that tolerance come before the tolerance I have for an elderly Jewish man, a great man, who reacted to something that struck a deep emotional chord.


Blind Faith

Since this website is not a forum for political endorsement I will not declare my personal allegiance in the upcoming presidential election.  Ask me in another forum and I will have no shame in stating my preference and speak with me one on one and I will gladly debate you, but unless I feel something is unquestionably relevant to the survival or history of the Jewish people, I will do my best to stay on point.  This website, one that was set up to promote the book Jew Face, is being used to bring to light holocaust denial, holocaust mentality, anti-Semitism, and historically relevant facts as they pertain to the Holocaust and my parents’ experiences.

So today I will speak of the upcoming election, but in a way I have not seen anywhere else till now.   When 6 million people get murdered by a force as strong as the Nazis were between 1933 and 1945, there is very little criticism given to the victims.  And rightly so.  The innocent victims, people who were merely guilty of being born Jewish, did nothing to deserve their horrible fate.  The brutality of the Nazis is well documented and needs to be continually documented so that it will never be forgotten.  There is however one criticism often given to the victims as a group.  This criticism is that they listened blindly and followed like sheep.  Now I do not have the arrogance to make this criticism because none of us know what we would have done in this situation.  However, this argument may be backed up by looking at those who did stand up and fight, or recognized what was going on and did not follow blindly.  My father, Nardus Groen, was one of those people, and although he was the first to credit it to good fortune and God’s blessing, it is hard not to make an argument that his behavior lead to his survival, my mother’s survival, and the existence of their entire offspring, yours truly included.

So heading into the November election, whether you are Conservative or Liberal, love or hate President Obama, Republican or Democrat, I have one strong request from you.  Use your mind.  Don’t blindly follow anything.  If you hate Obama, I guarantee you that some of the criticisms of your sources are either spun or fabricated, and if you love Obama I guarantee the same.  Do not follow anyone like sheep.  Even those you consider to be like minded.  Be fair, be thoughtful, and be aware.  For when you follow like sheep, you are often being lead to slaughter.  And if anything can be learned from the past, it’s that independent thought is a much better road to survival than blind trust.


How Dare They!

People need to be made aware of the fact that there are people this despicable and heartless within our midst.  I will not post the picture on my website but I will mention the actual group name in Facebook.  It is called YOLOcaust and it shows among other things, a photshopped picture of Hitler sleeping with Anne Frank.  It is one of the most disgraceful things I have seen in quite some time and it would be against everything this website stands for to remain quiet.  Pass this along, contact Facebook, and make your voice heard.  There is no room for one iota of tolerance for something like this and we must make it clear to those who have the power to do something about it.


August 13, 1943

69 years ago today was Friday August 13, 1943.  In Holland this was a time when as a Jew, if you were fortunate enough to still be alive, your life was in constant peril.  If you did not look Jewish you still needed to have a false identity and what was perceived as a benefit or purpose to the Nazi occupiers. The Jewish institutions were being systematically depleted and destroyed with the ultimate goal of total extermination.  The NIZ, the hospital where my mother lived and worked as a nurse, had reached that point where the final raid was upon them.  As a young pretty woman who was clearly Jewish and one who had seen her whole world turned upside down, Sipora Rodrigues-Lopes was on the verge of giving up.  She would find the strength and with the support of Nardus Groen would find her way out of the NIZ.

In many ways their story takes on its greatest significance on this day, August 13, 1943, a day when their connection became strong and their travels began.  The following is the books Prologue and shows the events of this fateful day.

PROLOGUE
The date was Friday, August 13, 1943, and it felt like the worst moment of Sipora’s young life. She knew that the Germans were in the building and getting closer to finding her. She had already been through so much and she knew that the situation was going to get a lot worse before it got better. Her will to live was being taken over by despair. She was not the type of woman who would ever do anything to speed up her own death, but she also did not feel like running or fighting. So she decided that she would just wait on the third floor and when the Nazi soldiers located her,
she would willingly leave with the rest of the patients and hospital staff . At least then she felt as though she could do some good by making the sick and elderly patients a little more comfortable.
Nardus, however, had no intention of allowing this to happen. As had been the case since the beginning of the Nazi invasion of Amsterdam, he instinctively knew that whatever Jews were not murdered instantly would instead suffer greatly through torture, experimentation, rape, or brutal slave labor. Since he found Sipora before the soldiers did, he knew he had to get her out. And to a man like Nardus, it did not matter what Sipora thought of this idea. It was going to happen his way. And that was that.

When Sipora saw Nardus, she had already sunk so deep into
hopelessness she wasn’t even able to feel any sense of relief. And she was determined to let him know. “I am just going to wait here and let them take me too,” she told Nardus.

“They will need a nurse for the trip. If nothing else, I can make
them feel more comfortable.”

Some moments define an individual, and other moments can define a relationship between two individuals. In many ways, what was about to take place would define much of Nardus and Sipora’s relationship. True to his nature, Nardus was not suggesting or asking what would happen next. What he was doing was telling Sipora what would happen next.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said in his straight-to-the-point manner, “since you are going to your death anyway, and that is your plan, I will throw you out the window right now myself. At least then you will die quickly. Either way you will die.”

Sipora was crying now. “What’s the point?” she said. “There’s no hope. My family is gone; your family is gone. They’re even taking sick and old patients from here and transporting them out of the city.”

Knowing that he needed to remain calm and in control, Nardus made it very clear to Sipora what was to happen next.

“Get up and let’s get out of here. We will find a way to survive this. All you have to do is trust me and listen to what I tell you to do.”
Although what she was experiencing felt like hell, Sipora was at least able to move now. What made the difference was that someone else, someone she was growing to trust more and more by the day, was taking control and leading her in what at least felt like a better direction.

Neither Nardus nor Sipora had any idea what was to come next, but it did not matter. The only thing that mattered now was that Nardus would never allow either one of them to just sit and wait to be killed. At this moment, which signified all the drama, horror, and significance of the times they were living through, these two people were thrust together in a way that set the tone for all that was yet to come.