By Air Force photo by Rudy Purificato [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
After reading my story about David DeFrances, a friend told me he lived next door to an older
gentleman for many years. The older gentleman was
a holocaust survivor. He had a number tattooed on his left forearm. He showed my friend the tattoo and
spoke about the horrors of the concentration camps. He apparently had been transferred to a few different camps
and spoke about the abominations of each camp.
This older gentleman became very sick and passed away. It was then that my friend learned that
the gentleman was born and raised in Ohio. He was not in the holocaust and may have had just a smattering of
Jewish blood. The first
indication his story was fraud is that the vast majority of holocaust survivors
never speak about their experiences. Not even to their own families. It’s only in their very old age that they feel they can even
begin to mention it. Some have
thankfully written their memoirs, and the Shoah Project gives survivors an
opportunity to come forth with their histories.
Why would anyone make up such a terrible story about
himself? The need for attention and
sympathy must be so great. How
sad.
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