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Wednesday, August 14, 2019 The Nugget Newspaper, Sisters, Oregon
EXCLUSION: Words 
can have terrifying 
impact on actions
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involve  seeking  a  greater 
sense of stability, acceptance, 
importance, or security. If we 
are  lucky,  we  may move  for 
simply  aesthetic  reasons  4 
wanting  more  space,  more 
modernity,  more  grandeur. 
Yet much of humanity moves 
out  of  necessity  4  perhaps 
for financial reasons or evic-
tion,  but  also  for  safety  and 
survival. 
My maternal grandmother 
was born in Warsaw, Poland. 
Her father was a physician and 
professor at the local univer-
sity while her mother stayed at 
home. She was raised Roman 
Catholic, was afforded a top-
notch education, enjoyed the 
arts, and travelled often. 
On September 1, 1939, the 
Nazis  invaded  Poland.  My 
grandmother  was  15.  While 
not Jewish, she and her par-
ents  were  targeted  as  <intel-
lectuals.= She was relegated to 
the Warsaw Ghetto, then sep-
arated from her parents who 
were never seen again. Then, 
given  her  vitality,  she  was 
chosen for forced labor rather 
than execution. While details 
remain  a  bit  of  a  mystery, 
my grandmother escaped the 
forced-labor camp, but while 
working for the underground 
in  France,  she  was  captured 
again  by  the  Germans  and 
imprisoned  in  Frankfurt  for 
two years until the end of the 
war when she was finally lib-
erated.  There  was  not  much 
left for her at home in Poland, 
and so my grandmother who 
spoke  no  English  (despite 
speaking  at  least  four  other 
languages), made the journey 
to Ellis Island along with so 
many  others  seeking  some-
thing better and the promise 
of Lady Liberty.
Somehow, out of such hor-
ror, my grandmother managed 
to  make  a  life  for  herself  in 
the  United  States.  She  mar-
ried, had two children, settled 
in Long Island in comfortable 
suburbia, and later retired to 
a  gated  community  in  Palm 
Beach,  Florida.  Despite  her 
unwavering resilience, it was 
not always pretty. The stain of 
the Holocaust brought night-
mares and flashbacks, memo-
ries that compelled a quest to 
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numb or distract with alcohol, 
pills, and risky behavior. Her 
traumas became also her chil-
dren9s traumas and while her 
reasons  for  absenteeism  or 
emotional distance as a parent 
are understandable, they were 
not without consequence. This 
is one version of intergenera-
tional trauma.
Last week I enjoyed a brief 
visit to New York. As I toured 
the  Auschwitz  exhibition 
at  Manhattan9s  Museum  of 
Jewish Heritage, I was struck 
most by a photo of a German 
family with young children 4 
they are laughing and enjoy-
ing a swim in their backyard 
only  400  feet  from  the  cre-
matorium  that  in  sharp  con-
trast  was  burning  thousands 
of murdered bodies each day. 
How is this possible?
Desperation loves a scape-
goat.  After  World  War  I, 
Germany was hurting 4 and 
hurting  bad.  The  financial 
situation  left  over  a  third  of 
the country unemployed and 
grasping  for  hope  or  pur-
pose. Hitler9s vision not only 
offered a way forward, but an 
enemy  that  was  much  more 
tangible and familiar than the 
complexities of the country9s 
crisis. 
<The art of all truly great
national leaders at all times
consists in not dividing the
attention of a people, but in
concentrating it upon a single
foe.= 4 Adolf Hitler (1925)
One  way  to  a  sense  of 
pride  is  through  unification 
and  another,  through  divi-
sion. Hitler did both. He uni-
fied  the  <Aryan  race,=  and 
by  convincing  those  lucky 
enough  to  fit  this  descrip-
tion that they were superior, 
he  enhanced  their  perceived 
pride even more by justifying 
the ostracism and persecution 
of millions. Germany quickly 
became  Europe9s  super-
power, dominating economi-
cally  and  militarily.  German 
author  Raimund  Pretzel 
(1928),  describes  the  intoxi-
cating Nazi vision among the 
German people:
<They  are  terribly  happy, 
but terribly demeaned; so self-
satisfied,  but  so  boundlessly 
loathsome; so proud and yet 
so  despicable  and  inhuman. 
They  think  they  are  scaling 
high mountains, when in real-
ity they are crawling through 
a swamp.=
It  is  unsettling  what  we 
can become accustomed to 4 
what we quietly accept espe-
cially when we ourselves are 
hurting. It can start small 4
perhaps with a suggestion or 
slur at the family table, then 
rhetoric  spreads  to  groups, 
then to public acceptance of 
discrimination  and  segre-
gation,  then  to  widespread 
banishment and dehumaniza-
tion,  then  somehow  to  mass 
genocide. 
It is well known that being 
excluded has deep emotional 
consequences,  but  what  do 
we  lose  when  we  ourselves 
are  the  aggressor  of  exclu-
sion? We often do so to seek 
a sense of solidarity or signifi-
cance with other aggressors. 
We want to belong 4 just as 
every  human  does.  Yet,  the 
method by which we are seek-
ing belonging involves hate, 
denial,  dehumanization,  and 
anger. This demands a signifi-
cant  amount  of  energy,  and 
detachment.
And,  quite  frankly,  anger 
is toxic on the mind and the 
body. The pain we inflict on 
others  becomes  our  path  to 
prosperity,  and  reconciling 
this means we must create a 
worldview  in  which  causing 
hurt is necessary. Ultimately, 
we  create  a  very  rigid  and 
small  world  that  must  be 
maintained in order for us to 
have  any  sense  of  satisfac-
tion.  Problem  is,  this  rarely 
happens,  and  we  are  often 
confronted, albeit maybe only 
on  our  deathbeds,  with  our 
legacy.
I  write  this  not  to  make 
a  political  statement,  but  to 
remind  myself  and  perhaps 
anybody  who  reads this  that 
the  seeds  of  hate  are  often 
apathy  and  desperation.  It 
takes courage to acknowledge 
responsibility and look within 
rather than seeking to blame 
another.  Furthermore,  I  am 
reminded of the weight of our 
words. As I left the museum, 
I was challenged most by the 
following  from  Auschwitz 
survivor Simone Alizon:
<Our  words  are  not  your 
words. Ramp does not equal 
platform.  Number  does  not 
equal  name.  Segregation 
or  selection  does  not  equal 
choice.  Barracks  does  not 
equal  building.  And  today 
words  have  the  power. And 
it is also destructive. On the 
Internet,  in  discussion,  on 
forums, in comments. In the 
media, titles, captions. In the 
groups  of notions  where the 
people  who  are  poor,  cring-
ing, running away & are pre-
sented as people with germs 
and diseases. In the language 
of political debate, to dema-
gogy,  in  populism.  In  brutal 
opinions  of  those  who,  sup-
posed to serve, want to lead. 
The  words  of  hatred  poison 
the  imagination  and  stupefy 
consciousness. Maybe this is 
why  so  many  remain  silent 
while  confronted  with  evil. 
The  words  of  hatred  create 
hatred.  The  words  of  dehu-
manization dehumanize. The 
words  of  menace  increase 
the  threat.  We  have  already 
started  paying  for  this.  The 
camp  is  not  just  a  memory. 
For  the  majority  of  us,  its 
reality is omnipresent in our 
everyday  life.  I  have  never 
heard a more terrible warning. 
The warning against our own 
words.=
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