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This is one of the most haunting photos I have ever seen. It is hundreds of wedding rings that were removed from those in Concentration Camps.
horrifying
think of all of the couples…
(Source: rustybayonetliebgott, via penthesileas)
Maus by Art Spiegelman.
I greatly enjoyed these graphic novels
I suggest them to everyone and anyone
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Iron shoes are pictured on the bank of the Danube on January 27, 2012, marking the Holocaust in Hungary. Hundreds of Hungarian Jews had to leave their shoes on the bank before they were shot into the river by Hungarian militaimen during the World War II. The United Nations declared in 2005 the Holocaust Memorial Day on January 27 to commemorate the 6 million Jews and other victims murdered by the Nazis. (Getty Images)
what a personalized memorial
just as it should
(via thedreamswesee)
‘Muslim Schindler’ who risked life to save Iranian Jews in wartime Paris | Telegraph
A Muslim “Oskar Schindler” saved the lives of thousands of Iranian Jews in wartime Paris, risking all to help compatriots escape the Nazis, a new book claims.
By Henry Samuel, Paris
December 21, 2011
Abdol-Hossein Sardari, a junior Iranian diplomat, found himself almost by accident in charge of Iran’s mission in Paris in 1940 and went on to help up to 2,000 Iranian Jews flee France, according to In the Lion’s Shadow.
But he only recently received posthumous recognition for his deeds.
Like Oskar Schindler, the German industrialist who saved more than 1,000 Jews during the Holocaust by employing them in his factories, Mr Sardari cut an unlikely saviour.
A bon vivant who fell in love with a Chinese opera singer, the trained lawyer exploited the absurd rationale of Nazi racial purity laws at a time when Adolf Hitler declared the officially neutral Iran an Aryan nation and racially akin to the Germans.
Iranian Jews in Paris were still persecuted and forced to wear infamous yellow patches on their clothes and have their documents stamped with their racial identity.
But by cultivating his contacts with German and Vichy officials, Mr Sardari somehow managed to win exemptions from Nazi race laws for at least 2,000 Iranian Jews by arguing that they did not have blood ties to European Jewry.
He claimed that despite the fact that some Iranians had followed the teachings of the Prophet Moses for thousands of years, they had always been of Iranian stock and therefore were “Mousaique” – Moses followers, which he dubbed “Djuguten” – and not part of the Jewish race.
The book includes archives of Nazi official correspondence seeking “expert opinion” on his claims. The racial purity specialists said that deeper research was necessary on the Iranian sect, which the book suggests may have been Mr Sardari’s invention, to ascertain whether its followers were Jewish or not.
His other trump card was a new-style Iranian passport, created by the new regime in Iran in 1925 but which most Europe-based Iranians did not possess. The new identity papers made it much easier to travel across Europe.
His task became even more dangerous when Britain and Russia invaded Iran in September 1941, when he was ordered by Tehran to return home as soon as possible after it signed a treaty with the Allies. But he stayed on regardless, using instead inheritance money to keep his office going after being stripped of his diplomatic immunity and pay.
By December 1942, Adolf Eichmann, the senior Nazi in charge of Jewish affairs, pronounced his argument “the usual Jewish tricks and attempts at camouflage”, in a letter published in Mr Mokhtari’s book.
But Mr Sardari soldiered on, helping families escape from Paris just as tens of thousands of Jews were being deported from France to death camps.
Eliane Senahi Cohanim was seven when she fled France with her family.
Mr Sardari provided them with the passports and travel documents they needed for safe-passage out of Europe, which took a month.
“I think he was like Schindler, at that time, helping the Jews in Paris,” the 78-year old told the BBC from her home in California.
Mr Sardari neither sought nor received much recognition for his efforts in his lifetime and died lonely in a bedsit in Croydon, south London, in 1981.
He had lost his ambassador’s pension and Tehran properties in the Iranian revolution.
His humanitarian work was belatedly recognised in 2004 at a ceremony at the Simon Wiesenthal Centre in Los Angeles.
The author Fariborz Mokhtari said he hoped that the story, and the testimony of survivors, would help undo “popular misconceptions” about Iran and its people and show the “general cultural propensity of Iranians to be tolerant”.
“Here you have a Muslim Iranian who goes out of his way, risks his life, certainly risks his career and property and everything else, to save fellow Iranians,” he says.
“There is no distinction ‘I am Muslim, he is Jew’ or whatever.”
[Image: Abdol-Hossein Sardari was a junior Iranian diplomat in 1940.]
Have I already reblogged this? Oh, I don’t care.
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LGBTQ* History You Should Know
(and then what happened)
Following the liberation of concentration camps, many gay survivors (the pink triangles) were placed in prison by German authorities. Since concentration camps were not considered “jail,” homosexual men were still in violation of Paragraph 175 (a law outlawing homosexuality in Germany) and were then placed in prison to serve time for breaking the law.
To this day, not one single gay survivor or family member has been given financial payments by the government in Germany.
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The Prize Doesn’t Always Go To The Most Deserving
Irena Sendler
1910-2008
A 98 year-old German woman named Irena Sendler recently died. During WWII, Irena worked in the Warsaw Ghetto as a plumbing/sewer specialist. Irena smuggled Jewish children out; infants in the bottom of the tool box she carried and older children in a burlap sack she carried in the back of her truck. She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers wanted nothing to do with the dog, and the barking covered the kids’ and infants’ noises. Irena managed to smuggle out and save 2500 children. She eventually was caught, and the Nazis broke both her legs, arms and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar buried under a tree in her backyard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived and reunited some of the families. Most had been killed. She helped those children get placement into foster family homes or adopted.
Last year Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize. She was not selected. Al Gore won - for a slide show on Global Warming.(via myquarterlifecrisis)
yeah… I’m telling you that the Nobel picked the wrong person
so sad
This is what I looked like after five days of dancing, walking, singing, being way too messed up for my own good, sleeping an average of four hours...
bruh
y’all
margaret cho doing a stand-up tour right now
she’s passing through chapel hill in september
25 bucks, cat’s cradle
who’s in
See this toy? That’s a little toy of the Pokemon “Geodude” I got out of a cereal box when I was a little kid. I loved that toy....
i was listening to “My Band” by D12 and i was rocking out until i remember that Proof was shot and isnt alive anymore
and now im sad
why yes i am planning on spending 10 dollars on a bowtie for my cat when we get it and name him doctor and put a box around its litter box that...
Currently enjoying my favorite rainy day pick me up: a grande nonfat cinnamon dolce, and not feeling guilty for it!
Your family is so awesome. Seriously.
would be a lot easier if everyone sat on their computer all day on a saturday and got back to me asap…..

The right was her burger. A double animal style.
Mine was a makeshift patty melt.