King Willem-Alexander

National Remembrance Day Address on the Holocaust

delivered 4 May 2020, Dam Square, Amsterdam, Netherlands

 

[Official translation from Dutch to English by the Government of the Netherlands]1

It feels strange to be standing in an almost empty Dam Square. But I know that you all feel part of this National Remembrance Day, and that we are standing here together.

During these exceptional months, we have all had to give up some of our freedom. This country hasn't experienced anything like this since the Second World War. Now, we are choosing our own path. For our lives and our health.

Back then, the choice was made for us. By an occupier with a merciless ideology that caused the deaths of millions of people. How did that total lack of freedom feel?

There is one testimony I shall never forget. It was given here in Amsterdam, in the Westerkerk [church], almost six years ago. A short, clear-eyed man -- standing proud at 93 years old -- recounted his journey to Sobibor, in June 1943.

His name was Jules Schelvis. There he stood, fragile but unbroken, in a full but utterly silent church. He spoke about the transportation of 62 people in a single railway wagon. About the barrel on the bare floor. About the rain that spattered in through the gaps. About the hunger, the exhaustion, the filth.

"You began to look like a pauper," he said. And you could hear the heartbreak in his voice. He recalled the soldiers ripping the watches off prisoners' wrists on arrival. And how he lost his wife Rachel [Borzykowski] in the ensuing chaos. He never saw her again.

"What normal human being could have imagined this? How could the world allow us, honest citizens of the Netherlands, to be treated like vermin?" His question lingered among the pillars of the church. I didn't have an answer. I still don't.

What I also remember is his account of what happened before his journey. Following a Nazi raid, he and his wife and many hundreds of others were taken to Muiderpoort station. I can still hear him saying: "Hundreds of onlookers watched as the overcrowded trams went by under heavy guard, and they didn't once protest."

Straight through this city. Straight through this country. Right before the eyes of their fellow countrymen. It all seemed so gradual. And with each new step it went further.

No longer being allowed to go swimming in public pools.
Being excluded as member of an orchestra.
No longer being allowed to ride your bike.
No longer being allowed to go to college.
Being put out on the street.
Then arrested and taken away.

Sobibor began in the Vondelpark with a sign saying: "No Jews Allowed." Certainly, there were many people who protested. Men and women who took action, bravely going against the tide and risking their own safety for the sake of others.

I also think of all the civilians and military personnel who fought for our freedom.

Of all the young soldiers who lost their lives on the Grebbelinie in those days of May.

The military personnel who served our Kingdom in the Dutch Indies and paid for it with their lives.

The resistance fighters who were executed by firing squad on the Waalsdorpervlakte or suffered inhuman treatment in labor and concentration camps.

The military personnel killed or severely wounded in peacekeeping operations. True heroes who were prepared to die for our freedom and our values.

But there is also another reality. Fellow human beings, fellow citizens in need, who felt abandoned unheard. Who felt they should have received more support, if only by words. Also from London, and from my great-grandmother, despite her unwavering and fierce opposition. This is something that will always stay with me.

The impact of war lingers on for many generations. Even now, 75 years after our liberation, it remains with us. The least we can do is: not look away. Not justify it. Not erase it. Not brush it aside. Not normalize something that is anything but normal. And nurture and defend our democracy and the rule of law. Because only that can protect us from tyranny and chaos.

Jules Schelvis went through hell and yet managed to make something of his life as a free person. Much more than that. "I kept my faith in humanity," he said. If he could do that, then so can we. We can do it, and we will do it together. In freedom. 


1 Minor spelling and punctuation corrections to reflect standard American English

Original Text Source: royal-house.nl

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