October 1943. Auschwitz.

 

October 1943. Auschwitz. A Jewish dancer, Franceska Mann, disembarks from the train and enters a dreadful universe. The Nazis tell her to strip, don a uniform, and join the queue. She does as she is told, but her decision is already taken.

She begins to undress, slowly and deliberately. She is being watched by the guards. Their eyes wander, their attention lapses. That's all she wants. In an instant, she seizes a pistol from Josef Schillinger and kills him. No hesitation. Another bullet strikes Wilhelm Emmerich. He screams. He bleeds. The fiction of control collapses.

Franceska is shot dead. But in that split second, something occurs. Another woman notices. She doesn't remain passive. She resists. A few others follow. It's brutal. One Nazi loses his scalp. Another loses his nose. They all perish, but for one instant, they weren't captives. They were warriors.

This was not a rescue. No rescue was coming. But it was fighting back. Powerful and desperate. Franceska did not easily give up. She made a lot of noise. She injured them. And in a place designed to break people, that fighting spirit counted for a great deal. Sometimes that's all you have. And sometimes that's enough.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Chilling last words of killer before he is given lethal injection in brutal execution

Remember Marcelle Aboudy

In February 1944

Gary Cooper with his mum at the Brown Derby 1955.

Remembering Josephine Myrtle Corbin (1868–1928)

If German soldiers in WWII ran out of bullets, what did they do to survive?

Rudolf Vrba was only a teenager who was shipped to Auschwitz in 1942.

What was the first scandal in the history of cinema?

One case that still haunts me is the strange story of the “Eight Day Bride.”

One of the most powerful photos that were taken during World WarII