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Transcript of Henry Maslowicz
The Jewish Star
Jew's were identified by a yellow star sewn on their coats. The 6 point star as the star of David a key point in their religion.
Never Shall I Forget
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the call, the tone that rang out in the concert hall.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the lights, that fell and the last note cut through the silence.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the lights.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET those that blocked the road.
They who would not permit my cousins to leave behind the hell that was unfolding before their innocent eyes.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the disgust, the distrust, in those that I should be able to seek help from.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the sly fox sneaking around the court room, spilling lies as smooth as silk.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the tears of children, confused and scared, asking the night where their daddy has gone.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the pain and weight of having to be strong for those who were not. All the tears withheld to save the pain from another.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET those red and blue lights, known across the world for freedom, taking away the freedom and life of a young father and family.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET my memory of that March night. Or the birthday passing unnoticed, the next week.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the horrors that haunt my memory.
NVEVER SHALL I FORGET the fear.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the pain.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the shame.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET that night....
Dear Future Generations
Reading night was really quite eye opening. I have read the Anne Frank diary, and experienced the thoughts and troubles of a young girl being hidden during these dark times.. I have read The Hiding Place, and felt the unwavering faith of Corrie Ten Boom, hiding Jews in her closet. But Night was different, Night was his experience of a concentration camp and all the horrors he saw there, this was heart wrenching. When I read a book I put myself in their shoes, I feel their pain and anger, I suffer with them, and once I am done with the book, I continue to think about what has happened, and what will happen after.
While researching Henry, I came to see the sickening fact. When someone thinks Holocaust, do they really grasp how many lives were affected? Over 9 million lives. Yet when you say Holocaust 4 names pop into my head, Anne Frank, Hitler, Nazis, and Corrie Ten Boom. Four out of 9 million. One of these Nine Million was Henry Maslowicz, a boy of the young age of 3 who was forced onto the streets, by a bombing of the church he was hidden at, until a Christian woman took him and hid him in her attic above a candy store. Just a small story nothing exponential, no diary found in the rubble, no underground resistance hiding Jews, just the sad story of this young boy.
So from this experience reading and researching Henry, I have come to see that we try to lessen the horrors witnessed during this time by remembering only a few of the victims, the ones that really stood out, when in actuality there are thousands of unmarked graves, millions of ashes scattered across the ground scarring the land. Not just one or two books that have been published. I fell victim to this same state of mind, remembering only the few lives of those who I had studies. Yet each person who died lived a life, each person affect the infinities somehow and in some way. Each person had has worth and each person deserves to be remembered.
Remember those who don’t have a grave, not just those who do.
"Henry Maslowicz." United States Holocaust Memorial Museum.
United States Holocaust Memorial Council, 2014. Web. 08 Mar. 2015.
Born: December 25, 1940
Home: Weirzbnik- Starchowice, Poland
Before Henry was born his father owned a iorn and coal working factory. When the Germans came to occupy Weirzbnik on September 5, 1939, a portion of the Jewish population fled and went into hiding, many stayed. Those included Henry's parents.
The ghetto was established in May 1940, 2 years Henry's father came to find out that the ghetto was being evacuated, and arranged for young Henry to be hidden in the Catholic Covenant. At age 3 the parish was bombed and young Henry was put out on the street, he taken in by a christian women who hid him in an attic above a candy store.
8 years later a social worker discovered him and he was reunited with his father in Isreal.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the morning, the exact moment I saw him.
The steps he took to the bench, his slight shuffle through the gym.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the rush of emotion.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the moment I realized that it was finally over.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET running through the gym and leaping into his embrace.
The tears that came as he held me.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET that morning.
The morning he came home. The other day will always stay, and be a shadow in my mind. A scar that I will live with for the rest of my life.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the night, and the darkness it brought.
NEVER SHALL I FORGET the morning with its sun bringing hope, and chasing away the dark.
I WILL NEVER FORGET the morning my uncle came home.
Never Shall We Forget Young Henry Maslowicz
When you see a Candy Shoppe, what comes to mind? The sweet aromas that filled your childhood, a grandparent sneaking you in to grab a snack while your parents where away. For most people a candy shop is a place filled with happy memories, most children remember bright colors and laughter. All except one.
Henry Maslowicz was born December 25, 1940. In the small town of Wierzbnik- Starachowice, Poland. His family had a legacy of over 150 years there, owning and running an iron and coal factory. The Jewish community held good relations with the neighboring Polish communities for many years. Until the mid- 1930’s, the polish government fell under influence of Hitler’s persuasion, encouraging, but not forcing, the boycott of Jewish goods, and businesses. Henry’s family was put out of business.
The year before Henry was born, the Germans came to occupy Wierzbnik- Starachowice. Most of the Jewish population did not fully understand the terror and horror that came that day and remained in Poland, while others fled to the countryside to escape the persecution. The ghetto was established in May of 1940, 8 months later Henry was brought into this world. In 1942 Henry's father was warned that the ghetto was to be emptied and the Jews transferred to concentration camps, he immediately begin to make plans for Henry, now two, to be hidden in a Catholic Convent. Thought to be in good hands and protected his father left, at peace, thinking he had saved his son, little did he know that little over a year later the convent was bombed. And Henry put out onto the streets. He was three.
A woman found Henry and hid him in her attic above a candy store she owned. He never saw anyone but this woman for the time he spent in the attic, she fed him and taught him the sign of the cross, and told him that it would watch over him. He could not comprehend who he was or why he was in the closet. A year later a Jewish Social worker discovered him and transferred him to Israel, where eight years later he was reunited with his father.
This young boy was put through so much at such a young age. Taken, and hidden from the Germans, just to be thrown out on the street when the church was bombed. Then to be hidden above such a “sweet” place. No child deserves that. No one who went through the holocaust deserves that. Look at it like this there are few specific names remembered from the holocaust, Anne Frank, Corrie Ten Boom, Hitler, and a few others, but there are so many who go unnoticed, like this young boy in an attic above a candy shop. He didn’t do anything notable, he didn’t write a diary that was published he was hardly old enough to comprehend what was happening. All I ask is that you remember him, that every time you see a candy store and think of all the happy memories you have there, that you spend a moment and remember Henry, and give him a quick thought.
Take the time to remember those who don’t have a grave.