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Saturday 26 February 2011

Visiting Auschwitz.

“The one who does not remember history
is bound to live through it again.” 
George Santayana




'Work brings freedom'

Ever since I read this quote “The one who does not remember history
is bound to live through it again” while visiting Auschwitz in Poland this week, I can't get it out of my head. It's constantly ringing, banging around my mind and nothing I do can get it out. The effect of these words combined with the effect of Auschwitz is extreme. 

As a modern history student, I am currently studying Nazi history - the rise and fall of Hitler, Nazism and what came next. I've been learning about Hitler in history classes consistently since the age of 14 and I was slowly becoming bored and desensitized, repeating facts and bullet-point flashcards, geared towards getting top marks in GCSEs, A-Levels and longing for the day when I never have to see another textbook about Hitler again. 

Visiting Auschwitz made me realise something that I've known all along but forgotten - the facts I've learned? The flashcards I've made? The essays I've written while watching TV and being on twitter? These things actually happened and my insensitive heart was snapped back into reality after standing in the terrible place where these facts actually happened.



Auschwitz is a horrible, bleak and depressing place. When you are seeing with your own eyes the pain that millions of people endured, and you hear the stories of 9 year old girls being shot and starvation of such an extreme that led to a survivor saying the words 'True starvation is when you look at another man as a meal', it is impossible not to be affected. The Nazis' truly believed that these people - Jews, Gypsies, Ethnic minorities, Homosexuals, Polish, Soviets etc. - were not human. I've learnt this sceptically but when you see, actually see, with your own eyes the furnaces where they forced prisoners to burn the corpses of their own relations and you see the hundreds of thousands of shoes, babies' shoes, that were discovered afterwards, you just know that the Nazis' actually believed that these people were not human. Because the eerie detachment of Auschwitz and memory of everything that happened there is inhumane.

The shoes of the prisoners

There were three parts of my tour of Auschwitz which I think will haunt me forever. However, I think it is important to write them down and let other people read them because it needs to stay in people's memories to stop anything like this ever happening again. 

Firstly, the hair. Above is a picture of the shoes of prisoners and in the next room was, behind a glass case, the hair of the woman who heads were shaved after they died, so the Nazis' could sell the hair to the textile industry and make a profit. When the Soviets took over the concentration camps, they found tonnes of womans hair, packed in bags, and now mountains of hair are eternally behind glass. I couldn't look at it for long as it was just so real and so sad.

Secondly, we were brought to 'death wall', a wall and a square piece of land in front of it. A sign by this piece of land said 'Please be silent in respect of the thousands of people who were shot by the SS [Nazi police force] by this wall.' Standing in this square, looking at the same sky which the prisoners would have looked at and just the knowledge that I was standing in exactly the same place where thousands of innocent men, women and children had been killed only 65 years ago, was a moment that is ingrained in my memory.



Lastly, we went into a long corridor in a building where the prisoners used to sleep. Covering the walls of the corridor were A4 photos of all the prisoners, and underneath each photo, their name, date of birth, date of arrival to the camp and date of death. The Nazis' liked to order everything, label everyone and know what kind of prisoner was - they tattooed each person on entry with a specific code. When the Soviets took over the camp in 1945 they found themselves with many young children who had forgotten their own names and only knew their numbers. 

I looked through each of the photos and I found one I couldn't look away from - a photo of a girl born in 1927, who arrived in the camp in 1943, aged 16. My age. The photo was at eye-level with me and as I looked into the eyes of this girl, who was no different to me, it was difficult to know that this was a 16 year old girl like me and my friends, who had existed like I do now, and spent two months in the concentration camp being starved, treated like an animal and tattooed with an identification code before being killed in the same gas chamber I stood in 68 years later. 

Auschwitz is a horrible place but also a place which I think it is important to maintain so that people can visit it in thousands of years to come and have their own experience of it. I'm sorry that this blog post was so depressing but at least its the truth. Visiting Auschwitz made me become aware of so many things- how insignificant our problems of schoolwork, nagging parents and teachers, relationship issues, our celebrity-obsessed culture and other small worries are in comparison to what these people, condemned to dusty history textbooks in libraries and Edexcel syllabuses, suffered for years on end. And what other people are suffering in the world, even today. I'm scared for the future and I want do something meaningful, to make sure this atrocity I have been exposed never happens again and I want to save people from what I know is happening but I can't understand until leave this place and see the real world. We must not forget the past and now I realise this is so we can learn from it - a cliché I've heard many times but not really understood till now.




Friday 18 February 2011

25 African geniuses and me - The African Gifted Foundation 2011


The photo above was taken at the source of the Nile, Jinja, Uganda. I'm on the left and around me are the 25 gifted students (from Uganda, Nigeria and Botswana) who attended the first ever 'African Gifted Foundation' course in January 2011. The 5 days I spent in Uganda; photographing the event, talking and meeting the students, helpers, professors and watching my dad literally change the lives of young people, was probably the 5 most inspirational days of my life and I was so lucky to have this experience.

What is the African Gifted Foundation?

My dad set up this charity to provide stretching and challenging educational courses for young, gifted African students and in short, create a network future leaders for our coming generation and inspire the smartest students to push their studies further. The first course happened in January 2011 and was a complete success.


To apply for a place on this course, each of the students had written an essay on 'The Future of Africa' and before any of them had arrived, I read, re-read and read again each and every essay. They were the most beautiful words I have ever read because although they had never met each other before, each essay sung the same song of hope, patriotism and love of their continent. On the other hand, almost every essay recognized that a failure in education, corruption in governments and poverty needed to be addressed so that Africa could transform into a wonderful place that could be one of the world's greatest continents. Reading the powerful words of these essays made me wonder what 25 16 year olds would write about the 'Future of England'....



The best part of my experience in Uganda was getting to know the students. It was so surreal at first to be whisked from my repetitive life at home in London to spending every night talking till late with people my age from places I had only seen in pictures and spending my days listening to lecturers talk about finance and deep maths. I made such close friends in the 5 days and cried my eyes out when it was time to go. I enjoyed asking about their cultures, what their school day is like, what their aspirations are and anything else I could think of! But, as much as I wanted to know about their lives, they were equally interested to know about life in England - is it really grey and cold all the time? Yes. One boy was shocked and upset when I told him that no, the Queen doesn't actually have any power in government...


Even though we all came from completely different backgrounds and places, we were all still 15/16 year old boys and girls and that was common interest enough. It was lovely to see the Ugandans, Nigerians and Botswanans mixing and mingling, and it was also interesting to see how different the students from each country were. Another thing that united us all was America - American music, American films and American TV. Its crazy how one country can have so much influence around the world.

One thing I noted while I was there was a complete opposite attitude to education than I have witnessed in England. In Africa, it is 'cool' to be smart and these are the ones that people look up to, the ones who people want to be. They have 80+ in a class and the ones who shine academically are the ones who shine outside the classroom. The students love school. They love to learn and the know the importance of an education. Sadly, I don't believe it is the same in England as from secondary onwards, clever people are branded 'neeks' and cool is who can post the most pictures of parties when your 14 (but I'll save this rant for later blog post). All I'm saying is I think that they have the right attitude in Africa and in England, a lot of us don't realise how lucky we are to have smaller classes and free universal education up until 18.

 

I could write for much longer about this experience but I think I'll stop now. I'm blessed to have had this opportunity and such an amazing dad and I miss every single one of the people I met in Uganda.  Each and every one of the students inspired me to see life for all its potential. I also realised that there is a lot more to be done in this world and the future starts here.