The approaching thunder ...
"I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us ..... I feel the suffering of millions ... ".
The above words were written in 1942, by a young girl, wise beyond her years. She wrote them in a little, red & white checked diary she'd received as a recent birthday present -- as she hid from Hitler's occupying army, in Holland .
Ten years later, on 30th April 1952 [today's exact date] "The Diary of a Young Girl" was issued for the first time in English. Originally, having been published in Dutch, in 1947 -- thanks to the the young writer's proud father, Otto. His daughter never read her own printed work; she died in a nazi concentration camp along with her mother and sister -- just before her 16th birthday, in 1945.
The book's first title had been " Het Achterhuis" [The Secret House]. It was later re-titled and became a worldwide best-seller, as "The Diary of Anne Frank". Anyone who's not read it, should try to. [Anne Frank pictured above.]
It should be read, inwardly digested, understood and remembered. Because, young Anne Frank's work remains a living [and deathly] testament to the true evils of intolerance; be they of national, racial, religious, political, sexual, or similar nature.
Now, over half a century later, growing numbers of people are hearing those same ominous rumblings -- " ... the approaching thunder that will one day destroy us ... ".
The threats from today's extremists, fundamentalists, fanatics and supremacists are not confined to a single country. Their ilk abound, and are spreading rapidly through our global village. Those set to suffer most -- ie: the ordinary people -- must make our combined voices of reason heard before it becomes too late. Hopefully, it isn't, yet. So, another of young Anne' s premonitions could yet prove to be true.
For, she also wrote in her diary: * " ... yet, when I look up into the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too will end, that peace and tranquility will return once more."
2 Comments:
Beautifully written, Richard.
Thank you for finding exactly the right words/memories for expressing what we are all beginning to feel.
Thanks, Rosemary.
BTW, today I saw a big flock of pigeons in the middle of a main road. They were gorging themselves on a load of grain that a lorry heading down to the docks had obviously shed.
So oblivious to everything, except trying to get more grain than the next bird, were they all, that one got hit by big lorry it hadn't seen coming - splat - flattened! Feathers flying everywhere. Some others scattered, for a minute, then soon came back - others, unbelievably just carried on gorging as though nothing had happened.
As I walked away, I noticed another three, recently flattened carcases.
Those pigeons, I thought, are/were no brighter than some people.
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