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January 23, 2023

As the 100-plus crowd exited the auditorium at the Museum of Jewish Heritage in New York, shuffling as crowds do when the hour is late and the temperature plunging, a voice behind me muttered “Mach schnell!” 

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I froze for a moment.  

We had all been privy for the prior three hours to a compelling program dubbed “Remember This,” a movie/play of David Strathairn performing a lightly fictionalized compilation of the thoughts, perceptions and emotions of Polish patriot and Holocaust truth-teller, Jan Karski. 

Karski entered into and escaped from many of the camps, as a personal devotion to what the Jews were experiencing. He brought his excruciating experiences to the U.S. president, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, who treated Karski and his scalding reports of the ongoing horrors in Europe dismissively, and changed his policies during WWII not one iota. FDR was no friend of the Jews, though I heard that assertion many times as I grew up in the States. 

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Karski told his impressions, his truths, while thousands of Jews still breathed. Many could have lived, if those he spoke to had listened to him.  And acted to save them. 

The evening was sobering, as the topic would of course have you believe. The two-hour, deeply painful monologue enacted against a stark white scrim, with only a plain table and two chairs in the frame behind the actor– who in his early 70s quite resembles Karski himself, whom I met in the company of my then-boss, the brilliant and original Sir Moshe Barr-Nea, a Holocaust survivor of, he told me, five concentration camps.  I was honored to interview Karski in 1995, awed by his courage and dedication.

When we met Karski, he must have been in his late 70s, and had been teaching at Harvard for several decades by then, teaching about the Holocaust to the privileged offspring of privileged homes, with enough water and food. 

When I heard that German phrase, so often bitterly flung at the millions of Jews experiencing their last days on earth, having just tumbled out of boxcars, starving, freezing, denuded of their all, “Mach schnell” evoked a chill in me, as in fact any spoken German does, even though I was never in the Holocaust, nor had I experienced any UberKommandos shouting their commands, dogs at their heels barking insanely at the terrified Jews shunted into queues that spelled further degradation—or gas chambers they suspected, perhaps, but could not then envision, so miserable were they in the crystalline moment of their lives’ peak horror. 

My colleague had voiced the phrase, not meaning anything beyond a chuckle to get the people ahead to move along faster, out of the hall. It was late, and the museum is far downtown. 

“Remember This” is a film, which is also performed as a play in select venues, and is designed to teach the less-knowing generations what the Shoah was. What it looked like. What it felt like. Witness.