auschwitz gates

My great grandma left her home of Poland without a penny to her name and not knowing a word of English so that she and her future family live without fear in a country where Nazism would not be tolerated.

She left behind her entire family, all of whom died in the gates of Auschwitz. She left behind everything she knew, and headed to America with the promise that she’d be free.

Im here in American where I can be Jewish and proud because of all the sacrifices she made, but now I’m afraid.

There are Nazis marching in Charlottesville. There are people parading around chanting the same rhetoric that killed my whole family in the Holocaust, and too many people are being silent.

Silence is violence. You cannot be silent when oppression is occurring, or you are complicit. So stand up, speak up, don’t let the fucking white supremacists get away with this.

Fight back before it’s too late.

| Noahide Wanda Maximoff Aesthetic #JewishComicsDay

Note: This AU combines comic, X-Men: First Class, and MCU canon in one of the many ways Wanda could have been portrayed without erasing her heritage and being made a volunteer for a Nazi organization. In this AU she’s not Jewish.

Wanda assumes her grandfather was Romani like her grandmother, unaware of the significance of the silver six-pointed star pendant passed down to her. It’s crudely formed, like a child’s craft.

HYDRA has the Auschwitz records of a little Jewish boy who could bend metal. They’re very curious to see if they can also torture abilities out of his descendants.

Wanda loses her home, her family–her brother, her twin–and sometimes her sanity. Her own inner strength brings her through the storm. She finds the faith her grandfather lost in the Shoah.

HYDRA dissolves under her hand like the gates of Auschwitz did under her grandfather’s.

See also: Sephardi Anna Jarvis, Ashkenazi Kitty Pryde, Steve Rogers

[photo: Soldiers of the Soviet Red Army greeting the surviving children of Auschwitz Concentration Camp, 27th of January, 1945]

72 years ago, as the Soviet Red Army and the Polish People’s Army advanced westwards to liberate Poland from German Nazi occupation, on the 27th of January, 1945, the First Ukrainian Front of the Red Army under the command of Marshal Ivan Konev arrived at the gates of Auschwitz Concentration Camp, liberating its 54,651 surviving inmates whom the Nazi SS imprisoned. As the Soviet soldiers open the gates inscribed with the fascist slogan “arbeit macht frei”, releasing the surviving prisoners of Auschwitz, they were greeted with utmost joy and relief by the prisoners, as their ordeal of years of the most brutal fascist oppression has finally ended. Entering the concentration camp, the soldiers of the Soviet Red Army discover the horrifying graphic evidence of the Nazis’ torture, human experimentation, and mass extermination of Jews, Gypsies, Slavs, invalids, homosexuals, communists, and anyone they deem as “untermensch” (“subhuman”).

Afterwards, the survivors of Auscwhitz were immediately brought to medical attention by the Soviet Red Army to be nurtured back to health. Rudolf Höß, the commandant of Auschwitz Concentration Camp, was executed by the troops of the Polish People’s Army at the site of the camp on the 16th of April, 1947 after being tried and sentenced to death in Warsaw by the Supreme National Tribunal of the Polish People’s Republic. On the 1st of November, 2005, the General Assembly of the United Nations adopted Resolution 60/7 to annually commemorate the 27th of January, the anniversary of the Liberation of Auschwitz Concentration Camp in 1945, as “International Holocaust Remembrance Day.”

Someone has said that no theology is worth believing that cannot be preached standing in front of the gates of Auschwitz. I, for one, could not stand at those gates and preach a version of God’s sovereignty that makes the extermination of six million Jews, including many children, a part of the will and plan of God such that God foreordained and rendered it certain.
—  Roger Olsen, Against Calvinism, Pg. 25

The afternoon in Auschwitz is one of the most heart-wrenching experiences I’ve ever had. It all started out like an innocent day. We took the bus to a lovely city about an hour and a half from Krakow. We knew where we were going but didn’t fully realize what that meant just yet. It was a beautiful day, the sun was out and all is well until you cross the Auschwitz gates.

That’s when you look at the gas chambers and you just want to vomit. You look at the long houses they were “living” in and want to cry. You look at the piles of hair and your heart squeezes inside of you. You look at it all and simply don’t want to see anymore.

It’s very moving and reminds you that LOVE is so precious. It’s a sentiment to treasure and nurture and protect. Love thy neighbor and we can live in a world without such atrocities.  <3