The January 27, every year, is celebrated the Memorial Day to commemorate the victims of the Shoah. This date was established because on that day in 1945 the troops of the Red Army liberated the concentration camp of Auschwitz: this liberation is considered a universal symbol of the tragedy of the Holocaust, for all of Europe.
Some writers who have lived and dealt with the theme of the Shoah in their works, including Elisa Springer and Primo Levi.
“So great is the risk of forgetting that it would take one Auschwitz anniversary a day,” he writes Elisa Springer, writer of Jewish origin, Holocaust survivor, born in Vienna and died in Matera in 2004. Because “those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it”, we read in 30 languages in the lagher of Dachau, in Germany.
«Meditating on what has happened is everyone’s duty. Everyone must know, or remember, that Hitler and Mussolini, when they spoke publicly, were believed, applauded, admired, worshiped as gods “, he says. Primo Levi.
So why spare children and young people such a dark page in the history of humanity that Roberto Benigni with his masterpiece Life is Beautiful, winner of three Academy Awards, has he managed to make it playful? And the protagonist is just a child, deported with his family to a Nazi concentration camp.
If Benigni was able to protect the child from the horrors of the Holocaust, making him believe that everything was part of a fantastic game, for the Day of Remembrance here is the nursery rhyme.
There are no superior races,
much less the inferior races,
but a guy who was a rogue
wrote «Mein Kampf. My battle ».
He was a bad man, he was very crazy,
just know how much harm it has done,
Hitler was called and in prison
wrote his obsession in that book
to dominate the world with Nazism,
with racism and anti-Semitism.
So that man, my dear boys,
committed the genocide of the Jews
for the purity of the Aryan race,
fruit of a criminal and strange mind:
for Hitler the Aryan race was perfect,
while, if anything, the human one is perfect.
And he did horrendous things, criminal,
which are not done even to animals,
the evil done to sentient beings
it is the inhuman gesture of the violent.
Men on earth are the same,
each with his dreams and his ideals,
we are all born to repudiate war,
in harmony with the world and the earth.
What is inherited from the fathers is goodness,
joy, brotherhood and freedom,
we are born from love, not from a whim,
there is no white and half-caste love.
No one in the world is an inferior being,
we are all born from an act of love,
female or male, tall, short, blond,
we all come to this world the same.
There is no black race
and not even the foreigner,
unique and sovereign race
it is only the human one.
There is no skin or color,
no man is ever inferior,
nor of superior race:
each plant makes its flower.
Things to separate by color,
as ladies sometimes do,
without it being an anomaly,
are the clothes in the washing machine.
Distinguish people by race
it is a fact of myopia, aberration,
who advocates its supremacy
believing an ethnicity is better,
who believes that power is money,
he feels superior and is an ass.
Not even in the strangest galaxy,
there is a Lilliputian race,
they are small beings and animals,
but for the imagination of you children.
There is no race called Venusian
not even in the farthest galaxy.
Of the inhabitants of the planet Venus
their gender is not well known,
but it’s just science fiction, ufology,
fruit of ingenuity, genius and imagination.
There is no superior or strange race,
there is no near or far race,
there is no race in color or gypsy,
there is no divine or profane race,
there is no sea or mountain race,
neither vegan nor vegetarian.
No one in the world is just black or white,
no one on earth is a stranger,
the only unique and sovereign race,
our only race is the human race.
Mimmo Mòllica ©