“When the police came to arrest them, my mother saw the children come out of the house. When they got into the car, they were singing ‘La Marseillaise.’ She never forgot that. She used to mention it often: ‘Those little ones were taken away singing “La Marseillaise.”’” Who would have told them to stop? Not the Germans, and not the French. No one would dare demean the national anthem that way. The young Rabinovitches had found a way to defy their killers. Suddenly it was as if we could hear them singing, faintly, outside in the street.
