A Point of View: Why survivors’ stories matter

January 30, 2016 - accent chair

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Having customarily noted Holocaust Memorial Day, Tom Shakespeare says that first-hand accounts are distant some-more absolute than story books and grant studies.

Last month, my work took me to Cape Town. I’d never been to South Africa before. For a tourist, Cape Town is such a pleasing city, with Table Mountain, and a Botanical Gardens, and a Cape of Good Hope. But memorials to apartheid are everywhere. Over there are a Cape Flats, and here is a District Six Museum and always out there in a brook is Robben Island.

On a Sunday morning, my co-worker had requisitioned me on to a initial boat. It was intolerable to realize that a jail has such a good perspective of Cape Town. When we arrived during a island, we got into smashed buses and were driven around to see a church and a village, and a orange chase where Nelson Mandela and his comrades pennyless rock. But a prominence of a debate was a dungeon block. Our beam that day was a former domestic restrained called Tom Moses, who sensitively and patiently explained to us about a brutalities of a regime. we found a severe corridors tough going, so he offering to pull my wheelchair. We stopped during Mandela’s cell, left accurately as a day he walked giveaway from prison. Tom explained about a cold floor, and a skinny blankets, and a bad food, and a toilet bucket that was emptied customarily once a day. He spoke of how formidable it was for a domestic prisoners to hear Nelson Mandela observant that they now had to pardon their jailers.

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Robben Island – once South Africa’s many scandalous jail – is now open to visitors

In a corridor, there was a recording of a South African criticism song, Senzenina (What Have We Done?). It was a strain we used to sing as students, when we hold sit-ins during a Cambridge bend of Barclays Bank or on demonstrations in Trafalgar Square in a 1980s. Since then, I’ve met exiles and campaigners in a struggle. I’ve review Mandela’s autobiography. But before my revisit to Robben Island, it was as if we knew zero of apartheid. It was profoundly relocating to be in that scandalous jail, articulate to someone who had been detained there for scarcely a decade. Tom Moses, who’d gifted it first-hand, finished it real.

That confront reminded me of when I’d been invited to review a matter on interest of a infirm victims of a Nazi euthanasia programme during a National Holocaust Memorial Day rite in Newcastle 9 years ago. The routine of devising and commendatory a content was rather laborious. The final straw was being educated to news to a entertainment during 08:45 on Sunday morning, in credentials for a rite that was being hold during 16:00 that afternoon. As we waited in a immature room feeling irritable, an aged male came in and sat sensitively on a chair. We began talking. He called himself Harry, he was a late builder, he was in his 80s, and his accent was an peculiar muddle of Geordie and Polish. Without any call he began to tell me his life story. He had come to Britain in 1946. By chance, he had finished adult in Newcastle, and finished good for himself in a construction trade. He had married a internal woman, and finished adult with many children and grandchildren.

The tattoo on his shoulder pronounced A19879, though his genuine name was Chaim Nagelsztajn. He had been innate nearby Lublin in Poland and his father Shlomo had been a builder. Chaim had been 14 when a Nazis came to take his people divided in 1942. When they arrived during their village, his family had hidden. The others had been detected and killed. Eventually, necessity of food forced him to emerge from hiding, and he assimilated a unconcern of immature Jewish group who a Nazis used as labour. Their initial charge was to puncture mass graves for a bodies of their families and friends.

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KL Lublin (Majdanek) Concentration Camp in Poland

When a work ran out, Chaim was sent to Majdanek thoroughness camp, where his conduct was shaved and he was given a striped uniform. An comparison male in a reserve for preference told him he contingency distortion about his age and tell a guards he was a builder. It worked. First, he helped build a barrack block. Then his unconcern was sent to build a plight bureau during Zamość. Even when he was diseased from typhoid, he knew he had to work. Chaim was afterwards sent to Auschwitz, where he kept his conduct down and went on laying bricks. By a finish of 1944, a Russians were shutting in, and he was sent by forced impetus and afterwards sight to Ebensee in Austria, where a Nazis were scheming their final mount in a mountains.

At liberation, Chaim was fibbing in a sanatorium wing, weighing customarily 6 mill and so diseased from disease that he could not even hearten when a Americans arrived.

Harry emphasised how over and again he had faced death, though fitness had intervened, and any time he had been saved. He had been physical all his adult life, though now he was wearing a yarmulka and he was behind attending synagogue. For scarcely 40 years, he had believed all his family had died in a Holocaust and that he was a solitary survivor. But afterwards in 1982, he perceived a call out of a blue from America. It was from a male called Mike, who pronounced his mother’s name was Manya. Manya was Chaim’s sister, whom he had always believed lost. She had survived a camps, emigrated and married Meyer, her childhood sweetheart. Four days later, Chaim and Manya and Meyer were reunited during Newcastle Airport. Eight thousand Jews had lived in Hrubieszow before a war. They were 3 of a 200 who had survived.

I had never met a Holocaust survivor before. we was means to lay behind theatre during a Theatre Royal, and hear Harry tell me a story he had been incompetent to tell for scarcely 60 years. Now he told it over and over again to anyone who would listen, though quite to internal schoolchildren. He wanted a new era to know a existence of a Holocaust. The payoff of his company, face to face for several hours, was a blessing we had not expected. He died 3 years later.

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The late Chaim Nagelsztajn (left) during a 2007 Holocaust Memorial Day decoration in Newcastle

Tom Moses and Chaim Nagelsztajn both endured a misfortune that tellurian beings can do to any other. Hearing their testimonies influenced me some-more deeply than any lecture, book or film. They were memorable authentic encounters.

But a energy of first-hand knowledge is also critical closer to home. In my pursuit during a University of East Anglia’s Faculty of Medicine and Health Sciences, we am obliged for creation certain that we engage a lay people who a graduates will after serve. For example, when we talk impending students of nursing or reconstruction sciences, we use patients and other members of a open to assistance us confirm who should have a place.

When we learn a trainee doctors about incapacity or ageing or mental illness, we entice people with lived knowledge to share their stories with a students. When we devise a courses, we try to safeguard that a lay perspectives are always included. What in university lingo is called “service user involvement” is some-more than tokenism or box ticking. It’s a approval that a educational imagination that we lecturers have, subsequent from scholarship, can't tell a whole story. We use a tenure “experts by experience” to impute to those members of a village who have opposite though interrelated insights into illness and infirmity. We have data. They have testimony. In a difference of another medical student, a producer John Keats: “An adage is not an adage until it is valid on a pulse.”

Whether it’s Tom or Chaim, or my cadence survivor crony Linda, or people like Kevin or Amanda who live with mental illness, these interactions are not about sympathy. They are about flourishing recognition of a existence of another’s suffering. The outcome, in each case, is to capacitate us to benefit honour for a other, as tellurian beings, and as survivors of persecution, or exclusion, or problems of physique or mind. When a students weigh their teaching, it’s customarily a event to learn from someone with first-hand knowledge that they rate many highly. we know, too, that they will remember an particular story prolonged after they have mislaid a sociology lecture. The law of life is irrefutable.


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