The title of this work might put some people off. Don't let it. Read it.
Lyn Smith has done a wonderful job of editing over 100 contributors (one could call them 'survivors') of the Holocaust over the period 1933–1945. These very personal stories are simply told, each person trying to come to grips with what happened to them during this terrible period. The stories are split and presented in chronological order, with very fine introductions to provide a general background to each section. Ultimately what one gets is an overall picture of the terrible events as they unfolded; and what may surprise some is the wide range of experiences elicited. There seems to be a simple honesty in the telling of these stories that can both mover and horrify at the same time, yet the overall effect is one of increased understanding of how these events came to be.
It wasn't all sudden. It started simply, because a government was voted in which allowed prejudices and biases to flourish; a government which turned a blind eye to those who 'acted' on those prejudices, and which did not condemn their actions. It just gradually got worse and worse, and nobody seemed to care...
Nor are the stories seeking sympathy. There seems to be a genuine attempt to come to terms with the events. Narrators tell of their own naivete, their own prejudices, their own biases. They tell of horrors, yes, some so sharp and brutal and final that even they could not really comprehend what had happened. And there are tales of kindness and great courage as well: not everybody was against them.
It also makes you realise that all the Jews transported from various countries were effectively strangers to each other: they were coming from other cultures, did not speak the same languages, and each group acted as if their group was 'different'. There were even classifications made within the overall groups of Jews where such-and-such a type was considered of a lower status than others... All of these ideas are expressed calmly and even dispassionately.
The book gives voice to these 100-odd stories, indirectly urging the reader to remember, and to become aware of just how easily our prejudices can turn into something unbelievably ferocious apparently without causing too much of a moral problem... The voices that are not heard are the millions whose lives were simply and literally obliterated, right from the beginning, and right throughout this terrible period, by erstwhile 'friends', neighbours, acquaintances... people who were simply 'removed' and never heard of again. The Holocaust was not just Auschwitz, horrible as that was; it was a mindset wherein prejudice, from whatever source, simply 'allowed' people to be murdered without compunction, and without redress. It 'starts' with the elimination of 'riff-raff', the mentally disabled, the physically disabled, the hobos, then proceeds very quickly to the morally suspect, the politically suspect, etc. etc. usually 'justified' to 'improve the quality of life' in a particular location. Get them off the streets. They disappear. Much better... By then, it has become too late.
The one thing that shines in this collection of stories, however, is the humanity of the people involved. We need to read books like this to remind us of that humanity, and to help us remember the vast humanity of those who did not survive (not that they had any choice, in the circumstances). We need to be vigilant. The vigilance that alerts us to any government anywhere which justifies prejudice of any kind against any person anywhere, but particularly one's own government. More importantly, perhaps, is to understand just how shallow our veneer of respectability and civilisation is; how so very easily our prejudices and our dislikes can be transferred into 'justified' murder.