April 8, 2021: Yom Ha'Shoah, Holocaust Remembrance Day
Around 12 to 13 MILLION persons perished in what is known as The Holocaust, the Shoah to Jews and the Pořajmos to the Roma.
One-third of WORLD Jewry ceased to exist and TWO-THIRDS of European Jews were eliminated.
Table from David M. Crowe
Country (Jews (pre-war)) Holocaust deaths
Albania (?) 200-591
Austria (185,000–192,000) 48,767–65,000
Belgium (55,000–70,000) 24,000–29,902
Bohemia
and Moravia (92,000–118,310) 78,150–80,000
Bulgaria (50,000) 7,335
Denmark (7,500–7,800) 60–116
Estonia (4,500) 1,500–2,000
Finland (2,000) 7–8
France (330,000–350,000) 73,320–90,000
Germany (1933) (523,000–525,000) 130,000–160,000
Greece (77,380) 58,443–67,000
Hungary (725,000–825,000) 200,000–569,000
Italy (42,500–44,500) 5,596–9,000
Latvia (91,500–95,000) 60,000–85,000
Lithuania (168,000) 130,000–200,000
Luxembourg (3,800) 720–2,000
Netherlands (140,000) 98,800–120,000
Norway (1,700–1,800) 758–1,000
Poland (3,300,000–3,500,000) 2,700,000–3,000,000
Romania (1930) (756,000) 270,000–287,000
Slovakia (136,000) 68,000–100,000
Soviet Union (3,020,000) 700,000–2,500,000
Yugoslavia (78,000–82,242) 51,400–67,438
Total (9,702,930–10,169,332) 4,707,056–7,442,390
Around 3 to 5 MILLION Soviet citizens and POW were murdered.
200,000 Poles
220,000 Roma people were murdered, eliminating 25% of their population!
Thousands of Gay men were sent to the concentration camps, many were killed and after liberation, many were then sent to prison!
Lesbians, Afro-Germans, and others who "got in the way" of the Nazi death machine were shipped off to camps throughout Europe and died or were systematically murdered.
As time moves on, more and more survivors are passing away. We must continue to remember this horrible event and make sure it NEVER AGAIN happens.
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of her children watching certain programs with messages and POV she wanted us to know.
She would sit with us, answer our questions, and later we would all talk about what we watched.
She sat with me on the curb outside one of the local grocers after I saw the owner's tattoo and it frightened me. There was something evil and wrong about it. I cried. It wasn't the owner. He was always nice and friendly and I liked him. It was the tattoo - if that makes any sense. It didn't belong.
We sat on the curb and my mom talked to me about the Holocaust. I was five. She wasn't one to pull punches. The sun was hot, her words were low, and my heart broke. I already knew what it was to be different and that knowing was expanded.
The gentleman and his wife were both survivors of Auschwitz.
