MESSAGE TO THE LAST POPE AND THE JEWS (Part 2 of 3) By Levi

Part 2 of 3

      They were torturously tampered upon by curious scientists and mad doctors; robbed of their properties and impoverished by puppet politicians; and manipulated by national media to endure demeaning regulations increasingly-shaped for the plundering of their race. They were spit upon by commoners for the Star of David that they were obliged by bureaucrats to wear; slapped down by brazen businessmen who were formerly their cunning competition; and even bullied by friends-turned-foes who cheaply bartered- often but with a few meals- for what was yet left unclaimed of their waning estates. Such was their growing fear of host nations turned against them that even teasing Nazi children, politically-conditioned to resent them, ensued their silence for fear of saving their lives. Centuries of family heirlooms were gone in a few haggling years, but those precious things matter not so much as nations increasingly sought to break them by all means possible, in ways much more meaningful than mere loss of mammon. All evil means unto unjust ends were permitted to advance against them, in the midst of a war that marched on and appeared then as if it could perhaps last forever.

      Although many Jews first sought to hush the growing fears of their hearts, in hopeful prayers of things becoming better, the creeping things of bad dreams had only just begun to arise. Indeed they hid for their lives like mice, trembling in secret walls, in thin ghetto closets, and beneath floors in horror of beastly nations gone mad; for they had already heard that what was to come was far worse than what they already had. Mothers witnessed their whimpering babes being snatched fast away and smashed against unwavering walls, and others senselessly thrust through by soldiers’ bayonets to assure the quick silence of their cries in death. And all through the worsening times of these unthinkable crimes- propagandized from citizens to rats and apes as an inferior race- enduring Jews contributed the most in both blood and sweat for their nations’ wartime success- worked to death by their taskmasters in factories that they were forced to freely feed as they themselves starved, then cast fast away like solid waste, as merely expendable materials that had outlived the short worth of their lives. 

      All but a fateful few Jews left in hiding were tracked-down fast and herded in a hurry, packed and hard-pressed in trains tighter than cattle. And when the last of a town’s Jews were forcibly removed, the celebratory sound of proud Cathedral bells rang-out like victories from battle. But within the sun-smoldering iron, through hundreds of rail miles, many of them died while still standing upright. Sandwiched between those still alive, the weakened gasps of the elderly and weak of their race ultimately succumbed to heat exhaustion, searing suffocation, and their begging breaths of asphyxiation. The governmental remedy for their fast-decreasing hopes and socially-shrunk self-esteems was but a prescribed destination to death camps- the prisons purposively engineered for their mass biological destruction. And routine applications of their self-defecation were but more inevitable lows, bestowed with all the usual discomforts to be expected in the mass mobilization of dehumanized Jewish cargo. Indeed, these were the cost-efficient consequences of fleshy products being transported by train- those deported as ordered under the  furious orchestration of a German madman extolled. Thus they helplessly watched fear and panic seize possession of a once-proud people, of strangers, of family, and of friends stuck within dark coffins, like a mass funerary procession for the living attending their own funerals. Parents watched the confusion from these unspeakable horrors pour dirty tears on their little children’s faces- streaked tender cheeks that silently cried “Why?” while gazing up at protective parents who could sadly no longer protect them.

      But for the worldwide haters of the Jewish people, the fun of the train dementia was just the beginning, at least for the survivors of this horrible ordeal. The loathed descendants of Abraham, Isaac, and Israel still had to debark for a new reality of swift separations from their sobbing loved ones- hauntingly-abrupt goodbyes shared at last glances between the ones left temporary alive and those casually given over to their instant demise. Some would live on and swear never to forget, how senseless deaths on commands of surly waved hands had wisped their beloved ones away. All that they had dreamed; all that they had built; all that they had loved; all that they had become; all became tainted and tattered and taunted and battered and killed so casually in this wicked, dark dream of the German goyim- a living nightmare signed in their blood that no words of this scribe can duly describe.

      And the living were by no means safe for a moment, for they were subjected to being sniped-off at random by diplomats and officers as party-time entertainment, where shots rang out from drunken windows above or perhaps came as target practice with patrol walks below, piercing through field workers left dead unaware of their evidential goodbyes. And when the workers stood inspection, trembling in filthy, striped rags, they knew they had by all means feign healthy enough to survive, since quick and senseless annihilation was the only treatment rendered to the sick and the lagging. And still more and more would arrive for these insatiable horrors. More and more mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers and old and young, of all classes from several nations, would share in the consequences of being born the Jew. Arriving in shock, they would stumble silent into shitty shanties of razor-wired worlds, replete with all the dark horrors of hurts, knowing all along that the living would not likely live long enough to survive. And to add insult to their pain, an entrance sign with the Star of David would hang above some camps to initially deceive, but indeed it was no home that was snatching them in- only fear and misery, and loss of hope in a bleak world of sorrows.

      Thus their minds would flash back in attempts to think nice things through icy Polish nights, as they lay crunched together like thin sardines efficiently packed on cold, hard slabs- dreaming of their recent lives as if to convince themselves that it had not all been some fantasy contrived of an alien world that never actually existed. Where was the outcry? Where were the humanists? Where were the bold media? Where were their gentle Gentile friends? Where were their compassionate political saviors? Where was their mighty God Yah, so known throughout their Scriptures? And- most troubling for many- how could sensible people with the weight of social influence allow these injustices from their raging governments, from a modern world of banks and commerce and science and enlightenment and educated peoples of reason? Did Germany not house the greatest scientists in the world, with universities on the cutting edge of social enlightenment? How could such mad horrors persist? Thus, even hopeful, reminiscent dreams of those slaving towards their graveless deaths could hardly thrive for more than mere moments, for the stark reality of all that had been robbed from them left an astonished people as empty of hope as their starving stomachs were of craved, cherished crumbs, which even when made tiny and tight could still rumble great cries all through their nightmarish nights.

Listen closely all who hate and blame Jews for misfortunes, and hear these words from Elijah the scribe:

       They were sniffed-out, mangled, and mauled by snarling dogs. Boots walked upon them and scraped their faces through concrete and stones- their heads smeared in slime, mud, and through skin-gouging gravel. And even the fairer hairs on matted young heads and the gold of their teeth were robbed from them and sold to help fund their demise. The flowing of their tears was a silent river winding away to a red sunrise unknown, wherein haters awaiting them joyfully swam. And the bludgeoning of their blood emptied precious plasma like lava flows in large volume, like pocketed pools of crimson magma reversely soaking deep into the foreign soils where in death they ultimately rested, not able to erupt back through the war-charred crust of the earth- and leaving no pyroclastic flow to awaken the potential heroes of the deafened and indifferent world.

      Millions went like sheep to socialist slaughterhouses. Others were herded and huddled in naked horror, shot through their faces at point blank range, and kicked over backwards for burials in space-saving patterns of hidden mass trenches and graves. Those Jews who did not or could not sell their things cheap to escape this hate, while they still could, were marked and tattooed as damaged perishable products from the retail stores of the world, set to a destination of destruction because the values placed on their lives could no more be marked-down for a nation’s international debts. After the war, hardened Allied soldiers were sickened to discover some horrid camps where the only living beings were but bands of skeletons, with glazed eyes that gazed towards nothing in particular in the heavenly distance. Yet in the persistency of life they somehow survived and managed to scoot aimlessly about in total disarray. At the sunset of their sanity was but left to humanity the aftermath of malnourished minds- those witnessing souls which had stagnantly sought hard to survive the socialists’ final solution. And this was to the dismay of many well-meaning liberators who had awakened a few years too late, who chose not to know the scope of Satan’s wicked sensations and international hatred of Zion- the woeful works of the adversary of Jews and Gentiles, of young and old, and the subtle tempter of leaders of nations. Thus, a living sacrifice was poured upon fire in the day of mad libations.

     Some Jewish girls were pulled publically away and brutally raped until their muffled cries surrendered to death’s eerie silence- all that was left from limpness of limbs in their fast-fleeing lives. Thereafter their loathed, exposed carcasses were casually discarded with lesser respect than we often afford our beloved family dogs- graceful burials of dead little pets with pictures  for remembrance that children lovingly hang from their walls. Dignity and kindness for modern women of the world failed to include protection of Jewesses, at least not when a nation in turmoil began seeking a national scapegoat to sooth their bruised international pride. Even people known for virtues chose to look the opposite way as the national beast began to rage and ravish, rape and savage, and rip little Jewish girls away from this world. Submitting women to government-required sterilizations did not pacify the cruel cravings of this racially-motivated madness, which bit by bit tightened its legislative grip until Jewish women were denied their babies being born into the diminishing lights of their depreciated lives. Infanticide nor homicide could awaken the nations to stand for saving their little daughters’ lives.

      No nation arose for the cause of saving their race, and of those who paid their all to escape while they could, few nations took but few of them in, and many turned them all away, back to assured annihilation. The British allowed only a few thousand escaping Jews to enter the Holy Land per year, and routinely sent them back to their German murderers in Europe. Jews were called the “financial conspirators of the world,” but many nations conspired against the small and scattered people, leaving them void of all, even grave clothes to be murdered in. The so-called “Paper of Record” in New York City would not print what they knew was being done, although sure reports on record rolled in. Indeed, the humanity of the compassionate nations was naught but nauseous indifference for the nascent nation being birthed of Zion under pangs of the Holocaust. And perhaps only the heart of the Danish was broken to risk all that they could for the European Jews of the Shoah, when two thirds escaped as through fire and one third of that generation was lost to humanity’s lack of human compassion. 

      While Ally commanders counted losses in hundreds of tons of steel while battling the devouring Beast, Jews of the Holocaust were counting in single digits how few friends and family members might yet be alive. And none of this is to deny that even more Christians, among others, died in the horrors of the terrible world war, or that those who fight evil deserve less than the highest of honors, but only to reiterate on recent history- that the nations knew beyond rumors that Jews were being systematically rounded-up from several countries and sent to camps for slaughter, right under the nose of papal Rome. These were ordinary family people, not soldiers, who should have been made the highest priority in saving. No doubt there are many great horrors during wars, and war memorials are covered with rows of crosses for those who fought such great evils, but death camps for families who were being systematically slaughtered for the fact that they were first born demands remembrance from thinking people, that we might consider the potential depths of human depravity. As often said, those who do not know history are destined to repeat it, and I might add that if we do not recognize the underlying causes, we can in no way defeat it.