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05/17/12
Promoted
Going from head of the Litzmannstadt-ghetto Judenrat, To Auschwitz-Birkenau-Buna Lager Kapo With a decidedly thick Yiddish linguistic eccentricity And a virulent predisposition for volatility and rage, Especially toward the submissive herd of lassitudinous Juden, Displaying an immense propensity for cowering and passivity, I considered myself one of the fortunate few, the chosen, Who commanded the respect of my German superiors And was destined to survive, for doing their dirty work to perfection.
And to that bitter end, I beat, whipped, humiliated my fellow Jews, Defending my merciless reactions as necessary Aktions That would allow me to transcend death's unforgiving reprisals, As prophesied in a book I'd never read — Mein Kampf — Outlive the madness which was such a chaos of Nazi hostility That all I could do was do as they told me to do, Until just a few too few months or weeks or days ago, When I was ordered to surrender my truncheon And discover what it feels like to be shoved into an oven, alive.
05/17/12
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