ADL is Wrong -- Abortion and WWII Holocaust Have Much in Common
by Gary McCullough
November 14, 2011
OPINION, (christiansunite.com) -- This week the Anti-Defamation League issued a press release in which they condemned the film "180" for comparing abortion to the Holocaust, calling the movie "cynical and perverse."
Gary McCullough, director of Christian Newswire, disagrees with the Anti-Defamation League and submits the following:
In 1992 I visited three death camps in Poland. On the walls of a building in Stuthoff and several building in Auschwitz, hang the portraits of over a hundred of the millions of victims of the gas chambers. At both death camps, you can gaze upon piles of shoes, thousands of pairs of shoes, in all sizes. And literal bales of women's hair, stacked like some many bales of hay. And next to the hair-bales are bolts of fabric that had been manufactured from the hair shaved from the heads of thousands of dead, murdered young women. And suitcases, piled to the ceiling, marked with white paint, the name, year of birth, and nationality of the owner. Many of the suitcases were of children; five, six, and seven years old. Another room was full of eye glasses, the next, brushes and combs, the next room, stacked wall to wall, floor to ceiling, were prosthesis all every sort, legs and arms, and wheel-chairs and crutches.
This collection, this shrine to "Never-Again," displayed what was but a fraction of the booty gathered from the killing of millions of mothers, sisters and brothers, husbands and grandparents and children over the years we now call the Holocaust. These were the items that had not yet been packaged for shipment. These glasses, shoes, clothing, etc. were to be shipped to people in need, taken from useless non-persons, to go to the sustenance of the higher race. A guard, would pick through the belongings of the still warm non-person for something to send home to his family; perhaps a needed pair of pants, or a Sunday's-best dress that his bride would wear about town with him on his next leave, a pair of glasses that would be of use to his mother, she has needed a better pair for oh so long.
Of all these exhibits screaming of man's inhumanity toward man, one moved me to tears, a small pile of children's toys.
As our tour group exited the building, I approached our guide. Why didn't someone stop this? Why did the townspeople blow the place up? Why didn't our allied forces obliterate the death camps?
Her response was one well thought out. As a guide at Auschwitz for seven years, she is asked that most every day. She stated, "Many people for years, much wiser than I, have debated that exact question. Survivors of this camp have said they would have gladly given their lives to see this place destroyed and the killing stopped. One thing that most all agree on though, is in regard to the three sets of railroad tracks coming to the camp. They should have been destroyed. They knew where the killing was being done. They had the ability, and even if the tracks would have been rebuilt in a matter of days, thousands of lives would have been saved, thousands of lives.
Immediately I responded, "You know, that's what we do." Up to this point, she did not know that the entire group touring Auschwitz that day was part of a group in the USA called Operation Rescue. I went on to explain to her that when we "rescue," when we hold a sit-in in front of an abortion clinic, we "take out the tracks." We don't destroy the clinic/death-camp, we don't kill the butchers. But for a short period of time we keep the non-persons/the babies, from getting to the death-camp. We buy a little time for the innocent.
Two weeks later I was back in the US participating in a peaceful protest, blocking the doors of an abortion clinic. While hand-cuffed, from the back of a paddy-wagon, I tried to explain our actions to a group of police officers. While these officers were arresting and carrying away one limp rescuer after another I told them of my recent trip to the death-camps of Auschwitz, Birkenau and Stuthoff.
Like it or not I have to face the fact that each day I find something more important to do than saving an unborn child's life, I have chosen that my job, my comforts, my wife's clothing and yes, even my children's toys were more important than the life of an unborn child.
There is no "feel-good" end to this story; no secret solution. We have gone too far down the road to Auschwitz. We have a thousand Dachaus, Treblinkas, and Auschwitz in America, advertising in the yellow-pages.
As the death-camps reared their ugly heads during World War II some of America's citizens recognized the threat and rose to the challenge. They didn't wait for our nation to enter the war, they went to Canada, enlisted, and went to fight Hitler and the Nazi War Machine. However, most of the nation waited for an official declaration of war.
But when war was declared, every able-bodied, clear thinking man entered the fight. If a young man was not serving his country, his courage and manhood was called into question. Men and women came from the countryside to the cities to work in the factories as part of the war effort. Factories that produced automobiles and appliances re-tooled to make items needed to win a war. Housewives conserved everything from nylons to rubber-bands to help beat the Nazis. And still the ashes of millions of burned bodies testified that we did too little, too late.
When will the time has come for us to do our duty before God and country in regard to the holocaust of abortion? When will it be time for every able-bodied, clear-thinking Christian to enter the fight? If a young man is not saving the lives of innocent children, is his courage and manhood called into question?
As in Nehemiah, chapter three, everyone from merchants to shepherds set aside their usual job for a time, to rebuild the wall. Every Christian ministry, God ordained and set apart for a particular need, must re-tool to win this war. To continue to do business as usual while there are death-camps operating down the street is an insult to our Creator.
And still the ashes of millions of burned bodies will testify that we did too little, too late.
It was common practice to keep a few Jews, Poles, and others alive for six months. They would be forced to write home and lie to their friends or relatives about the conditions at Auschwitz. After the letter was written they would be taken to the gas chamber and killed like the others, then cremated.
Hanging on the wall today in Auschwitz is a fragment of an actual uncensored letter from Monika Dombke, born 1920, to her mother. That letter reads:
Electric wires, high and double
Won't let you Mom - you won't see your daughter
So don't believe those censored letters of mine
cause the truth is different; but don't cry, Mom.
And if you would like to seek out your child's trace
Don't ask anyone, don't knock anywhere:
look for the ashes in the fields of Auschwitz
It will be there. But don't cry - enough of bitterness here.
And if you would like to discover your child's trace
look for the ashes in the fields of Birkenau
They'll be there - so look for the ashes
In the fields of Auschwitz, in the woods of Birkenau,
Mom, look for the ashes - I'll be there!