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We were lucky to know Sir Ben Helfgott

Now he has gone, we must make sure his story is never forgotten

June 16, 2023 16:55
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Holocaust survivors Ben Helfgott and Sabina Miller stand with a memorial candle on the Millennium Bridge in central London on January 27, 2013 to mark Holocaust Memorial Day. AFP PHOTO/Leon Neal (Photo credit should read LEON NEAL/AFP via Getty Images)
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On Wednesday night a copy of my new book — in part a family memoir of the Holocaust — was put in front of me, and I was asked to dedicate it to Sir Ben Helfgott. I was told by his family that he was very ill, so I knew very well what I was doing. Sending to the great man, someone I loved and admired, a last message.

I thanked him for his leadership and his inspiration. I knew he might not get to see what I had written, but comforted myself with the thought that he knew how I felt. Perhaps however, I should have added this to my message: “I’m not sure whether without you this book would have appeared”.

When my mother left Belsen and came to New York, she went to school and almost all talk of what she had experienced, ceased. Because she had come from Holland people asked her about windmills and clogs. Not about starvation and Nazis. 

This pattern continued when she arrived here. Sometimes, at a  dinner party, the guests would stumble upon the topic and be amazed. But in general, there was silence. And then, as the 1980s progressed things started to change.