73 years ago today, Warsaw

Today, 73 years ago began the Warsaw Ghetto uprising. Some say it ended on May 16th, but there are other sources that say that it lasted on until fall. But the Jews in the ghetto held out longer than the nation of Poland.

The thing was, everything had been fine in Poland. Until it wasn’t.

Weapons of survival
Weapons of survival
Photo from the Ghetto Fighters House in Acco, Israel

As candidates debate how best to get America disarmed, this is worth remembering.

Not only were there precious few weapons available, most of the Jews in the ghetto didn’t know how to use them.

But I will leave you with something strong, proud and brave.

Zog nit kein mol- Jewish partisan song, but that’s Yiddish.

THIS, is Hebrew!

NEVER.AGAIN.

 

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3 thoughts on “73 years ago today, Warsaw”

  1. A day to remember…on this side of the Atlantic April 19 was Lexington and Concord. More good people with the will and the hardware.

    ALWAYS REMEMBER.

    NEVER AGAIN.

    Molon Labe!

  2. Disperse ye damn rebels! And they were, until fired upon by the Brits.

    Militia commander John Buttrick yelled the order, “Fire, for God’s sake, fellow soldiers, fire!”

    Tyrants have always known, gain control of defensive weapons and it’s pretty much all over but the shouting.

    Steve, if you ever get a chance to go to an Appleseed, they are wonderful!

  3. Thought you might like an English translation of the song above, though this is slightly different than my parents taught me:

    ZOG NIT KEYN MOL (NEVER SAY)

    Never say that there is only death for you
    Though leaden clouds may be concealing skies of blue
    Because the hour that we have hungered for is near
    Beneath our tread the earth shall tremble: We are here!

    From land of palm-tree to the far-off land of snow
    We shall be coming with our torment and our woe,
    And everywhere our blood has sunk into the earth
    Shall our bravery, our vigor blossom forth!

    We’ll have the morning sun to set our day aglow,
    And all our yesterdays shall vanish with the foe,
    And if the time is long before the sun appears,
    Then let this song go like a signal through the years.

    This song was written with our blood and not with lead;
    It’s not a song that birds are singing overhead.
    It was a people, among toppling barricades,
    That sang this song of ours with pistols and grenades.

    So never say that there is only death for you
    For leaden clouds may be concealing skies of blue
    And yet the hour that we have hungered for is near
    Beneath our tread the earth shall tremble: We are here!

    -Hirsh Glick

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