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Hi Everyone,
I just spent a beautiful day in the sun, watching kids play on the beach. The magnificent colors of the Bahamian waters enlivened my eyes, and as I watched the sunset, enthralled by the wild array of colors I settled into a deep sense of peace. Nature here is like an ever-changing painting, yet its gift is constant.
At times like these I feel I never want to leave but The Last Daughter of Prussia is taking me out on the road again. My next speaking engagement is at the Rogers Memorial Library in South Hampton, NY. I have been invited as a special guest speaker because National Holocaust Remembrance Day falls in April and my book discusses another side of WW2 along with a tragic piece of German history that has remained largely untold. If any of you can attend, Id love to meet you. My talk will be on Wed. April 9 from 12:00 to 1:00 pm. (Phone # 631 283 0774 Ext 523.)
The topic of the holocaust is a painful one for Jews but also for
non-Jews—especially those of German heritage, like me. Somewhere deep inside I
feel that a hidden, shameful mark has been stamped on my soul for being German,
for knowing that my country of origin is where such heinous crimes against
humanity were conjured up and committed. Although these atrocities happened
before I was born, I carry the fear, guilt and shame of them in my heart, my
bones, my very DNA. Even if people say, “That was another time, you weren’t
involved, you aren’t responsible,” I sit in my personal dungeon and say, “It
was evil. The Germans knew it was evil but they did it anyway.”
It is from this raw and vulnerable place that I will be talking talk about my
book, The Last Daughter of Prussia. It is from this painful place
that I want to tell my audience about another shocking side of the war—a side that is
also my inheritance. In telling it I cannot make right anything the Germans
did. What was broken, ravaged, and dead remains broken ravaged and dead.
However, this story, which concerns a group of East Prussian Germans, is also a
part of the greater grief and suffering of humanity.
In telling it I want to hold
all people who suffer in the heart of compassion. I want to bring awareness to all
tribes who have been abandoned to cruelty and death. I don’t know exactly what
repair would look like in this shattering legacy of WW2 Germany, this time in
which humans did the unimaginable to each other, but I have a deep hope that in
confronting the pain, in naming it, we may, as human beings, have a chance to
come together in a circle and hear each other, and from that place move toward reconciliation.
My prayer is that in giving our broken hearts space for the expression of sorrow, we bring light to the darkness and love to fear and hatred. In the simple compassionate act of staying present with each other and our stories, healing can move into past,
present and future generations.
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Until next time…
—Marina Gottlieb Sarles