Do Not Cry When I Die by Renee Salt (Holocaust survivor) and writer/journalist Kate Thompson is one of the most moving, heart crushing, nauseating, disturbing and powerful Holocaust books I have read. But it is also a story about courage, the intensity and selflessness of a mother's love, It shook me to the core and I cried several times reading it and after. The photographs are bittersweet and gut wrenching.
Renee was ten when the Germans invaded Poland. She and her family were forced from their happy comfortable lives into poverty overnight simply as they were Jews. They had been accustomed to excellent food, also symbolic, and suddenly had nothing, no personal belongings, and suffered under extreme conditions including burning furniture for fuel. But the family was one of unconditional love and support.
Forced by inhumane cattle cars to even worse Auschwitz and then hellish Bergen-Belsen, life was barely existing. Renee's parents saved her life, physically and mentally. Renee credits God for many miracles such as her father's ring, changing her date of birth, and switching queues. Renee knew she had to live and tell her story. It was unusual for a mother to be with her daughter at killing camps but Sala saved Renee over and over. They had nothing but they had each other and their faith which was everything. Liberation unfortunately came too late for Sala. Renee miraculously survived hell on earth for years when average mortality was measured in weeks. The man Renee married was one of her liberators! She had to live in Displaced Persons Camps and encountered antisemitism in her home town.
Renee is now 95 and has done a lot of speaking, joined survivor organizations and support grou9s and has revisited concentration camps, She met Prince William, too. If there was ever anyone I would be honored to meet, it would be Renee. We have much to learn about life from her. Her fortitude, attitude, courage and strength fill me with deep respect.
It is impossible to convey my feelings about this emotionally-charged book. I'm still reeling days after and filled with anger at the despicable crimes committed against Jews and many "imperfect" human beings by evil in human shape. My heart aches for the millions of innocent people who were degraded, dehumanized, demoralized, humiliated, tortured, starved (eating "soup" without bowls and cutlery), worked to death, discarded in deep feces, tormented by vermin and disease, identities erased, experimented on, forced to stand outside for hours of roll calls, watched other walking skeletons die, cannibalism, heard the screams and could only guess where family members might be. But knowing that PEOPLE (I use that loosely) perpetrated this deliberately while laughing, mocking and gleaning joy from human suffering is beyond the pale. The likes of Irma Grese and Dr. Mengele were there at the time. A Nazi kindness which stands out is the guard who gave Evelyn life-saving small green apples.