Remembrance, Reconciliation on Yom Hashoah

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The book in Essen's Old Synagogue contains the names of the city's Jews who were killed in the Holocaust. Among the names: Leopold and Rosalie (nee Lebenstein) Katz -- Rudy Katz's parents -- and his younger brothers, Karl-Heinz and Manfred. Jeffrey Katz, NPR hide caption

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Names in a book in Essen's Old Synagogue

The book in Essen's Old Synagogue contains the names of the city's Jews who were killed in the Holocaust. Among the names: Leopold and Rosalie (nee Lebenstein) Katz -- Rudy Katz's parents -- and his younger brothers, Karl-Heinz and Manfred.

Jeffrey Katz, NPR

Around the world today, sirens are sounding, candles and torches are burning, and people are gathering to pray and mark Yom Hashoah, the "Day of Remembrance" of the Holocaust. The Nazis' murder of six million Jews is still used as a touchstone for modern-day genocide. For NPR's Jeffrey Katz, it is a personal day of remembrance... and more.

Of the millions of people affected by the Holocaust, the person I think most about is a teenager named Rudy. He attended school in Essen, Germany, and worked in a department store there until Nazis banned Jews from doing so.

Rudy had records to show he and his two younger brothers were fifth-generation Germans. Even so, Gestapo agents came looking for him immediately after Kristallnacht, the start of intense pogroms against Jews in 1938. He went into hiding.

It was too late for Rudy's whole family to leave Germany, so they had him smuggled into a refugee center in Belgium. He got out of Belgium about a year later, and just in time — the Germans overran the country shortly after he left.

Rudy settled in Philadelphia and started the arduous task of trying to rescue the rest of his family. He got enough money for their trip to the United States, and sent his parents a telegram to make sure that they could get an exit visa.

That was on Dec. 6, 1941. Japan bombed Pearl Harbor the next day. Communication between America and Germany ceased.

After World War II, Rudy re-established contact with an aunt in Germany. She told him the rest of the family had been taken to a concentration camp.

I cannot imagine the grief Rudy must have suffered then. Years later, when he had two sons of his own, he rarely talked about this experience. You see, Rudy was my father. I didn't even know that he left Germany as a refugee until I was in my 20s. My parents' attitude about the Holocaust seemed best characterized by the expression, "You shouldn't know from it."

But I did learn about it. And as a result, my thoughts on Yom Hashoah are not just about remembrance, but about reconciliation.

I learned many details of my father's deep roots in Germany from people who live in my grandmother's town. Most of them are not Jewish. They're from the generation after World War II and they don't understand why more people didn't defy the Nazis. So they're doing what they can to keep alive the memories of those who perished.

They helped me retrace my Dad's steps in Germany some years ago. We went to the marketplace and walked where my relatives bought their produce and meat. We went to the Old Synagogue in Essen, where my father attended services. I saw a book with the names of Essen's Jews killed in the Holocaust. I stared at four of the names — my grandparents and uncles. I felt their loss more profoundly than ever.

My father died a few years ago. I still think about his harrowing journey to America, and about what he left behind… a family I never had the chance to know. It's impossible to comprehend genocide, or to understand how someone could let a neighbor become a victim. My trip to Germany helped me honor a heritage that nobody can take from me.

Jeffrey Katz is the senior supervising producer of NPR Digital Media.

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