“In another part of the camp they showed me the children, hundreds of them. Some were only six. One rolled up his sleeve, showed me his number. lt was tattooed on his arm. 8-ó030, it was. The others showed me their numbers; they will carry them till they die.
An elderly man standing beside me said, “The children, enemies of the state.” I could see their ribs through their thin shirts. The old man said, “l am Professor Charles Richer of the Sorbonne.” The children clung to my hands and stared. We crossed the courtyard. Men kept coming up to speak to me and to touch me, professors from Poland, doctors from Vienna, men from all over Europe. Men from the countries that made America.”
- CBS reporter Edward R. Murrow, 15 April 1945 (via demons)
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An elderly man standing beside me said, “The children, enemies of the state.” I could see their ribs through their thin shirts. The old man said, “l am Professor Charles Richer of the Sorbonne.” The children clung to my hands and stared. We crossed the courtyard. Men kept coming up to speak to me and to touch me, professors from Poland, doctors from Vienna, men from all over Europe. Men from the countries that made America.”
- CBS reporter Edward R. Murrow, 15 April 1945 (via demons)
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