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| Jacques Benguigui (1931-1944)* |
Today is my 23rd birthday, and although it’s one of my favorite days of the year–for it is a time when I get together with friends and family to celebrate my life–I always take a moment on this day to reflect on the life of an Algerian boy named Jacques Benguigui.
I was introduced to the life of Jacques in my 10th grade English class during a lesson about children of the Holocaust. I remember my teacher handing me his biography along with the picture above and instantly realizing we had something in common; we shared a birthday. I felt an instant connection to him and wanted to learn as much about him as I possibly could. Excited about this commonality, I continued to read his biography, hoping, perhaps, I could learn of an address where I would be able to write him to share my excitement and to learn more about what he endured during that horrific time in history. Unfortunately, after finishing his biography, I knew it would not be possible. Jacques Benguigui, just weeks after his 13th birthday, along with his younger brothers Richard and Jean-Claude, were killed in the Auschwitz gas chambers in May of 1944 (Read Jacques’ full story here).
Tragic. There’s no other word to describe it. Revisiting the life of Jacques caused me to take some time to reflect on what was going on in my own life on my 13th birthday. I was a 7th grader, and that day marked 7 months and 2 days after the horrific 9/11 attacks. I guess that means we share something else in common: we were roughly the same age when we witnessed the consequences of men accepting the premise that it is okay to initiate force against another human being, that it is okay to violate the rights of another.
Tragic. There’s no other word to describe it. Revisiting the life of Jacques caused me to take some time to reflect on what was going on in my own life on my 13th birthday. I was a 7th grader, and that day marked 7 months and 2 days after the horrific 9/11 attacks. I guess that means we share something else in common: we were roughly the same age when we witnessed the consequences of men accepting the premise that it is okay to initiate force against another human being, that it is okay to violate the rights of another.
It is pivotal if we are to live as humans and not as animals, if we are to live a truly civilized existence and not one of savagery and barbarism, that we never violate these moral principles we call individual rights.
So my birthday wish this year, in honor of Jaques, is that all men embrace reason fully, respect the rights of others absolutely, and that they find the courage to combat evil and rights-violators where ever they exist–lest these horrible events ever happen again.
Happy Birthday, Jacques! Gone, but not forgotten.
*Photo Credit: The Museum of Tolerance
