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So as in previous years I have chosen to participate in Holocaust Memorial day by reading a Holocaust memoir, written by the Mexican-born South-African-Australian writer and anti-apartheid activist, Rose Zwi (1928-2018). Last Walk in Naryshkin Park (1997) is the story of her quest to find out what happened to her father's family who perished in the Holocaust, and in particular to learn the fate of her uncle Leib Yoffe — a musician, a barber, a revolutionary and a soldier about whom differing stories were told....one afternoon, she was woken from her siesta by the sound of shooting and shouting. Grabbing me [Rose] from her cot, she rushed into the courtyard to find a crowd gathered around a grotesque papier-mâché figure of a man with an enormous nose and horns. The men were shooting into the air, yelling, and throwing up their sombreros. The women were ululating and shaking their fists at the papier-mâché figure.
'What's happening?' Sheva asked Juanita.
'Today we celebrate a great religious holiday,' Juanita explained. 'Today is the day we kill the Jews.'
'Have you ever seen a Jew?' Sheva clutched me to her breast.
'God forbid!' Juanita crossed herself. 'That,' she pointed to the evil-looking figure at the centre of the incensed crowd, 'is a Jew.'
Gershon finally gave in to Sheva's pressure to leave Mexico. Not even Bentze's entreaties could persuade Sheva to remain in a country where Jews were shot in courtyards. First papier-mâché ones, she said, then real ones. She wanted to go to South Africa where her mother, sister and two other brothers had settled. (p.31)
'This time I'm not running,' Gershon told Sheva. 'It's the same everywhere. In der heim it was Lithuania for the Lithuanians. After centuries of living there, we hadn't qualified as Lithuanians. We ran from Oaxaca because they shot papier-mâché Jews. And here the Blackshirts and the Greyshirts desecrate synagogues and clamour for a halt to Jewish immigration. Everyone's got a 'Jewish Problem.' But what's the solution?' A homeland of one's own, I argued with my father when I was growing up. Utopian fantasies, was his predictable response. (p.35)
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