One doesn't open such a book without an understanding that it's going to be a hard read.
The 48 hours of Kristallnacht or the 'Night of Destruction' was the beginning of one of the most (or arguably most) horrific events in human history: the Holocaust. In these 48 hours it was estimated that 96 Jews died, including 43 women & 13 children while 30,000 jews were arrested & sent to concentration camps. More than 1,300 synagogues burned & between 2,000-7,500 Jewish business destroyed. This book holds eyewitness accounts of that exact event.
The tough part with this book is that so many of the iterviews are by people who were children at the time of the event. What they remember is usually minimal, but extremely detrimental. Like watching their fathers put on their war medals from WWI that they earned from fighting for Germany only to watch german Nazi soldiers rip them off and lead them to concentration camps while their mothers rip put their hair in grief. Makes the lifetime made-for-tv movies hang their heads in domestic shame.
What these children and young adults remember is something they easily will grapple with for the rest of their existance... like a young girl who watched her mother destroying her own piano and books just so Hitler wouldn't have the opportunity to. The action which, makes the girl find a correlation between Hitler and her own mother for being the purveyor of such destruction of art.
Myself? I'm facinated with this time period. Not that I'm any less horrified by it. But the psyche behind the events of the time and people experiencing them intrigues me to no end. Now, we all like to say that we'd never allow for such things to happen in our lifetimes, that'd we'd be the bigger person/country/government/etc. and step in. And there, you'd be lying. If that is the case step in over in Darfur. Or try Rwanda. I love hearing people in modern day say "it didn't happen that long ago". While the Holocaust indeed wasn't long ago, genocide is still very much alive in the world. Though ignorance is bliss innit it?
The book has an interesting layout. One chapter recalls the heroism of some non-Jewish germans helping to save Jews on Kristallnacht. Then, immediately following the chapter is of taking lives. Stories of SA soldiers that shot 80 year old women that refused to come with them whose cases were dismissed to Jewish people who killed themselves to avoid the SA during Kristallnacht. While that chapter alone is never going to be easy for anyone, it just feels inappropo in that order. Those Germans who did help shouldn't have their stories followed up by such horrific atrocities. And while I'm not one that believes there should always be a happy ending, (which, in regards to anything relating to the Holocaust, there can be no such thing) I'd prefer that chapter to end the book. Or near the end. Those people truly were heroes & are only sandwiched between horror & brutality. I just feel they deserve more.
Reading on, it's disheartening to see that the US showed little interest in helping, or even allowing Jews to immigrate to their shores. Interestingly enough the one country that really opened their door was the Dominican Republic, a modern third-world country that can barely support its own citizens.
Then again, can we really string up the US? A country just coming out of the great depression? America still allowed & granted the most visas, but did they do all they could? It begs the question: what would we all have done?
And while public sentiment in America did not approve of the persecution of Jews, 72% of the population was against allowing more Jews in. In fact, 2/3rds of the American public opposed legislation that would have granted 20,000 emergency visas to German Jewish children. I need not say more here, & rather I shouldn't. It's basis for a nasty ugly debate that could end in fisticuffs.
And not to further my own disappointment of America and Roosevelt's lack of action, but in the post-Kristallnacht haze, suddenly Jews couldn't go to the movies or entertainment venues. They could only sit on benches painted yellow and only drink out of colored fountains. Oh wait, that last part wasn't in Germany. And sadly it was AFTER the holocaust. I honestly find that the more history I learn the more disappointing America's really has been.
But the story isn't of America's failings it's of the horrors placed upon Jews living in that time period as well as the world's failings for not stopping it sooner.
As I said before a book of this nature would never be an easy read, but I think the most disparaging part of it is that as we all well know: history repeats itself.