Foreign Secretary, , gave a speech at the
Foreign Commonwealth and Development Office at a ceremony ahead
of Holocaust Memorial Day.
"Your Excellency the Ambassador of Israel, distinguished guests,
ladies and gentlemen.
I’m deeply honoured to join you on this occasion.
Last year, on a winter evening, I stood on a concrete platform of
the disused Radegast station in Lodz in Poland.
From this nondescript and functional building, 200,000 Jewish
men, women and children were transported to Nazi death camps.
I reflected that there were countless unused buildings like this,
scattered across occupied Europe, all being used, to send human
beings to be murdered.
Radegast was where the Jews of Lodz ghetto were transported to
Chelmno and Auschwitz-Birkenau.
I stood where they would have stood, and I saw what they saw; the
crude wooden cattle trucks, drawn up by the platform.
Inside the station building, I turned over page after page of
neatly typewritten names of the people who were forced at
gunpoint onto those trucks.
One of those who was deported to Auschwitz, in her case from
Romania, was Olga Lengyel, who lost her parents, lost her
husband, and lost her two sons.
She wrote, and I quote: “Whenever I recall the first days at the
camp, I still grow hot and cold with nameless terror. It was a
terror that rose for no particular reason, but one that was
constantly nourished by strange occurrences whose meaning I
sought in vain.
“At night the glow of the flames from the chimneys…showed through
the crevices in the walls. The shrieks of the sick or the
wounded, crowded together in trucks bound for some unknown
destination, grated on our nerves.
“Sometimes we heard revolver shots, for the SS guards used their
guns freely. Above these noises came orders barked in overbearing
voices. Nothing would let us forget our slavery.”
And then Olga Lengyel asks: “Could such conditions really exist
in Europe in the twentieth century?”
Today, every one of us shares a solemn duty to remember that
those conditions did indeed exist in Europe in the 20th century,
that six million men, women and children were consumed by the
Holocaust,
Now our only possible response is to mean it, heart and soul,
when we say the words “never again”.
But there were, at the time, some ordinary people who meant it
when they said to themselves that they would not stand by, and
they would not watch others being transported to their deaths.
It remains an extraordinary and uplifting fact that ordinary
people in Denmark managed to save almost all of their country’s
Jews.
They were hidden in churches, in hospitals and in family homes,
and spirited to coastal towns, from where they were taken to
safety in Sweden, on board fishing boats or kayaks or motorboats.
In the town of Elsinore, the escape line was run by Erling Kiaer,
the local bookbinder, Thormod Larsen, a policeman, Ove Bruhn, a
clerk, and Børge Rønne, the editor of the local newspaper.
They called themselves the “Elsinore Sewing Club” and they
carried about 700 Jews across the Sound to Sweden.
They knew full well that they were risking their own lives.
And indeed in May 1944, the Nazis arrested Erling Kiaer after
intercepting his motorboat, and he was incarcerated in Neuengamme
concentration camp in Germany.
But he survived until the camp liberation, and he lived until his
77th year, dying in 1980.
The members of the Elsinore Sewing Club – and others like them
across occupied Europe – consciously decided to place themselves
in the mortal peril in order to save others.
But the hard truth is that when the moment came, there were never
enough people like them.
If almost every Jew could be saved in Denmark, why not elsewhere?
Today, we must all silently ask ourselves the difficult and
searching question, what would I have done?
Would I have taken that risk, not just for myself but for my
family?
And as we answer that profoundly difficult and necessary question
in our hearts, we owe it to the six million who were not saved to
reflect, to learn, to grieve, and above all, to remember."
