This was actually something that I had to write for school. Its a small story of what could've happened to one of the Jewish people living in Germany at that time. Sorry if its in the wrong section. I didn't know where to put it.

How Did The Nazi Persecution Result In The Kristallnacht In November 1938?

Leoanda Taylor

On the 11th November 1938, my father went to the Berlinstrave. There was glass everywhere, and the remnants of burnt out household items. He started to sweep up the jagged pieces.

Turning to me, his face grave, he said, "Go back in and get your brother. We need to get this cleaned up." I looked at him for a moment before doing as I was told.

Me and Hans were disgusted with what had happened. Why were they doing this? Ir's not like we're doing anyone any harm.

Taking the held out broom off father I quietly worked along side them. I didn't feel like talking much. Hans was talking to father about how this started. and things that had happened that made all of this worse.

"When did this get so bad? The only time we had no one going against us was back in 1936," my father was saying as he swept the glass shards into a small stretch of path under teh smashed window.

"Even then it was still pretty bad. But what can we do about it? Nothing, thats what." Hans tightened his hold on the broom handle for a few seconds, as I watched him control his anger. His face was flushed and I could see his eyes narrow into a glare that he sent the floor infront of him.

They were right though. I remember 1936, it was the year of the Olympics, a time that there was nothing said or done against us. The propaganda that had been put up in earlier years was taken down, and we could open our shops to sell for what could be our best year yet. Many people from all over Europe came, and it was like the days beforeHitler came to rule.

I could talk to Asuka again, we chatted everyday, catching up with each other. Even though Asuka was an Arian, she never wanted to break friends with me, it was only because of her parents that we had to.

Now though, I only see her in the streets. We glance at each other, but thats it. Thats all we can do really.

I sigh inwardly. COming out of my thoughts, I listen to my father, " thankful. I wouldn't want you going there."

"The army's not the only job they don't let us take up. But, yeah, I'm thankful that I don't have to join," he said, sweeping the same spot three of four times with a glazed look in his eyes.

I smiled wearily at him. He always did that when he was thinking. I'm glad he never changed with everything thats happened. Even though hes older, and more mature, he never has given up old habits. Fathers changed a little. Not much, but when you look at the bags under his eyes, you can tell he's gotten older in a short time.

"It's strange though. I thought that they wanted to get rid of us. Why not just put us in the army on the front lines and let us be gone?" Hans said, the glazed look gone.

"Don't you let me hear you say anything like that again," Father said sharply. "If he starts to think that, then it could bleeding well happen. And your sisters listening. What do you think she'll think now?"

"She thinks that he's got a point. It could happen someday, and as much as we don't want it, we won't be able to stop it," I intervened, a little irritated that they were acting like I wasn't even there. "I've been thinking that since the law was passed in 1935."

Looking up, I saw another Anti-Jewish sign over the road. Another lie, and another attempt to rid Germany of us. This one was almost funny it was that pathetic. It had three Rabi dressed in black, all ugly and using walking sticks, hunched over as they were talking in a circle. Three black crows were shown next to them, in the same posistions. The words 'Rabi are as pesky as Crows' was written along the bottom in bright red.

1934 all the propaganda really started. Every Arian had a poster on their doorm or at their windows, or even posted on the wall of their house. It was terrible. Hans was so angry that he ripped one of the posters up and ran before he got caught. Father said taht we should just ignore it. I said that we should forget about it and get on with life. Hans destroyed another three or four posters before he listened. Thankfully he wasn't caught, so no one know what had happened to them except us.

Finally getting rid of the last shard, we moved into the shop itself and cleared up the glass and mess the people had left behind. Looking around I noticed quite a few things missing, but most things were just broken or smashed.

Sighing I set myself to work. "I have a feeling that this is only the beginning of something worse to come," I comment, more to myself than my family. Hans nodded his agreement as father only remained silent.