Elie Wiesel, A Witness Who Found Words For The Ineffable
ARI SHAPIRO, HOST:
Holocaust survivor and Nobel laureate Elie Wiesel died on Saturday at the age of 87. On this program back in 2008, he spoke about the importance of bearing witness for the series "This I Believe." We're going to return to that commentary now. Wiesel and his father were imprisoned at the Buchenwald concentration camp which was liberated in the spring of 1945. His father died before the liberation.
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ELIE WIESEL: I remember May 1944. I was 15-and-a-half when I was thrown into a haunted universe where the story of the human adventure seemed to swing irrevocably between horror and malediction. I remember.
I remember because I was there with my father. I was still living with him there. We worked together. We returned to the camp together. We stayed in the same block. We slept in the same box. We shared bread and soup. Never were we so close to one another. We talked a lot to each other, especially in the evenings but never of death. I believed; I hoped that I would not survive him, not even for one day. Without saying it to him, I thought I was the last of our line. With him, our past would die - with me, our future.
The moment the war ended, I believed - we all did - that anyone who survived death must bear witness. Some of us even believed that they survived in order to become witnesses. But then I knew deep down that it would be impossible to communicate the entire story. Nobody can. I personally decided to wait to see during 10 years if I would be capable to find the proper words, the proper paste, the proper melody or maybe even the proper silence to describe the ineffable.
For in my tradition as a Jew, I believe that whatever we receive, we must share. When we endure an experience, the experience cannot stay with me alone. It must be opened. It must become an offering. It must be deepened and given and cherished. And of course I'm afraid that memories suppressed could come back with a fury which is dangerous to all human beings, not only to those who directly were participants but to people everywhere, to the world, for everyone.
So therefore those memories that are discarded, shamed, somehow they may come back in different ways, disguised perhaps, seeking another outlet. Granted, our task is to inform, but information must be transformed into knowledge, knowledge into sensitivity and sensitivity into commitment. How can we therefore speak unless we believe that our words have meaning, that our words will help others to prevent my past from becoming another person's, another people's future.
Yes, our stories are essential, essential to memory. I believe that the witnesses, especially the survivors, have the most important role. They can simply say, in the words of the prophet, I was there. What is a witness if not someone who has a tale to tell and lives only with one haunting desire to tell it? Without memory, there is no culture. Without memory, there would be no civilization, no society, no future. After all, God is God because he remembers.
SHAPIRO: That's Elie Wiesel in an essay that first aired in 2008. He died on Saturday at his home in New York City.
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