Sara is a Jew living in Nazi Germany. Ulrich is the son of a SS Nazi soldier. Ulrich never did believe the Nazi lies and Sara and her parents really need to get out before it's to late!
Riots. Everywhere I looked there was destruction! Shop windows had been broken and their merchandise was strewn on the streets. There were shoes and nice fur coats laying, trampled, in the gutter. Why had they done this? I knew Hitler didn’t like the Jews…but this was taking it way to far! Kristalnacht was just to much! The hardworking jews had just lost their livelihoods! And now they had to pay for the destruction as well! I though about Sara. Both her and her family were hiding below in our celar. If the SS rioters found her they might be dragged off to a concentration camp. Or worse, if the Hitler Youth found her then they would probably be killed!
Father knew nothing about Sara’s presence and every moment that passed I dreaded that he might go into the cellar and find them there. Father was a Nazi to the bone. He was a perfect Aryan too, he had a deep-seated hatred against all Jews and I wasn’t sure why. He must have believed the Nazi’s lies about them. I knew better though; I knew Sara…there was no way that Sara or her family were all that the Nazi’s made Jews out to be.
Sara…just thinking about her made me want to cry. Why would they want to hurt my precious Sara? With her sweet, honey complexion and such beautiful deep brown eyes you could drown in. She was about 5 feet and 4 inches tall and to me, she was the most important thing around…except God that is. That’s why I had snuck her and her family into the house when father had left to help instigate the riot.
When Father had come home he had been laden down with the spoils of the riot. “Ulrich!” he had called, “Come and see what I have gotten you!” When I came I found that Father had put a brand new football, a new pair of shoes, and a big knife on the table. “These are all for you my son,” he had told me, “the filthy Jews who were selling did not deserve them.”
I had taken them and brought them to my room without a word. I didn’t like that fact that they had been stolen, but there was little I could do about it because Father would not have let me give them back, and trying to get him to do so would only have ended up the worse for me.
I heard the door close and looked out the window just in time to see Father leave for another SS meeting. Good, Sara and her family could come out for some air now. I hated having to keep them cooped up in the cold, dark cellar like that. I would have given them my room had not the chances of them being discovered there been so high.
“Sara! It’s safe for you and your family to come up now!” I called down the steps. There was some rustling and then Sara and her mother and father emerged from the darkness. They squinted for a little bit as their eyes re-adjusted to the light. But they were soon walking around and looking out the windows at the destruction outside. It looked like a warzone outside, except that only some of the shops had been vandalized, all the german shops still stood in perfect condition and were still open for business. I grimaced at that thought. The Nazi’s were so racist! I saw a tear run down Sara’s face and quickly moved over to her. “I’m so sorry Sara…” I whispered, putting a hand on her back.
She turned away from the destruction and buried her head in my chest as I put my arms around her. I held her tightly, as if my embrace could somehow shield her from the Nazi’s ill-will. I hated the Nazi’s, I hated what they stood for, and I hated what they did. How dare they do this?! I knew that so long as Hitler was in power, things were only going to get worse for Sara and the rest of the Jews.
When Sara had finally quieted down we went and sat down around the fire that Father had made before he left. I sighed, Father really only had one flaw, and that was that he was a Nazi. I think that he would have been the perfect father if not for that. To me he was kind and loving, he showed a lot of compassion and understanding. I just don’t understand why he couldn’t act the same toward the Jews!
“We cannot thank you enough for saving us,” began Sara’s parents. “But we just can’t help but wonder…why would you, the son of and SS soldier, want to help Jews like us?” they asked curiously and catiously.
I smiled at them. “Because I love Sara, and she has proven to me that all the things the Nazi’s say about you Jews is not in any way true,” I replied as I wrapped an arm around Sara’s shoulders.
“I did’t think there was any Aryan left in all of Germany that would care about a Jew!” exclaimed Sara’s father happily, “But you have proved me wrong. Thank God for you Ulrich.”
I smiled at him, “I thank God for you every day sir…because without you I would never have met Sara, and I don’t know if I could live with that thought sir.”
Sara turned pink and buried her head into my shoulder, causing her father to smile. Just then there was a pounding on the front door. “Polizei!” We all froze for a second before I quickly got up and sent them upstairs. I ran up with them to my room in order to retrieve my arm-band with the swatica emblazoned across it. Father had given it to me when he had first enrolled me in the Hitler Youth. The police pounded on the door once again and I hurried to answer it. “May I help you?” I asked when I opened it.
“Are there any Jews in this household?” The biggest of them asked.
“Jews?!” I asked then spat on the sidewalk. “Why would there be any Jews in this house?” I sneered.
The policeman nodded. “Danke that will be all,” he said then turned around and left. I shut the door securely behind me and sighed heavily. That had been close…they usually searched the houses they visited when they asked for Jews…they must have recognized me as my father’s son and known that Father would never knowingly allow a Jew in the household. Sara and her family came back downstairs as soon as the policeman had walked out of sight. I took the armband off and flung it disgustedly onto a nearby table. I hated having to act like one of them.