To speak in this place of horror, in this place where unprecedented
mass crimes were committed against God and man, is almost impossible - and
it is particularly difficult and troubling for a Christian, for a Pope from
Germany. In a place like this, words fail; in the end, there can only be
a dread silence - a silence which is itself a heartfelt cry to God: Why,
Lord, did you remain silent? How could you tolerate all this? In silence,
then, we bow our heads before the endless line of those who suffered and
were put to death here; yet our silence becomes in turn a plea for forgiveness
and reconciliation, a plea to the living God never to let this happen again.
Twenty-seven years ago, on June 7, 1979, Pope John Paul II stood in
this place. He said: I come here today as a pilgrim. As you know,
I have been here many times. So many times! And many times I have gone down
to Maximilian Kolbes death cell, paused before the execution wall,
and walked amid the ruins of the Birkenau ovens. It was impossible for me
not to come here as Pope. Pope John Paul came here as a son of that
people which, along with the Jewish people, suffered most in this place
and, in general, throughout the war. Six million Poles lost their
lives during the Second World War: a fifth of the nation, he reminded
us. Here too he solemnly called for respect for human rights and the rights
of nations, as his predecessors John XXIII and Paul VI had done before him,
and added: The one who speaks these words is ... the son of a nation
which in its history has suffered greatly from others. He says this, not
to accuse, but to remember. He speaks in the name of all those nations whose
rights are being violated and disregarded ...
Pope John Paul II came here as a son of the Polish people. I come here
today as a son of the German people. For this very reason, I can and must
echo his words: I could not fail to come here. I had to come. It is a duty
before the truth and the just due of all who suffered here, a duty before
God, for me to come here as the successor of Pope John Paul II and as a
son of the German people - a son of that people over which a ring of criminals
rose to power by false promises of future greatness and the recovery of
the nations honor, prominence and prosperity, but also through terror
and intimidation, with the result that our people was used and abused as
an instrument of their thirst for destruction and power. Yes, I could not
fail to come here. On June 7, 1979, I came as the Archbishop of Munich-Freising,
along with many other Bishops who accompanied the Pope, listened to his
words and joined in his prayer. In 1980, I came back to this dreadful place
with a delegation of German Bishops, appalled by its evil, yet grateful
for the fact that above its dark clouds the star of reconciliation had emerged.
This is the same reason why I have come here today: to implore the grace
of reconciliation - first of all from God, who alone can open and purify
our hearts, from the men and women who suffered here, and finally the grace
of reconciliation for all those who, at this hour of our history, are suffering
in new ways from the power of hatred and the violence which hatred spawns.
How many questions arise in this place! Constantly the question comes
up: Where was God in those days? Why was he silent? How could he permit
this endless slaughter, this triumph of evil? The words of Psalm 44 come
to mind, Israels lament for its woes: You have broken us in
the haunt of jackals, and covered us with deep darkness ... because of you
we are being killed all day long, and accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
Rouse yourself! Why do you sleep, O Lord? Awake, do not cast us off forever!
Why do you hide your face? Why do you forget our affliction and oppression?
For we sink down to the dust; our bodies cling to the ground. Rise up, come
to our help! Redeem us for the sake of your steadfast love! (Ps 44:19,
22-26). This cry of anguish, which Israel raised to God in its suffering,
at moments of deep distress, is also the cry for help raised by all those
who in every age - yesterday, today and tomorrow - suffer for the love of
God, for the love of truth and goodness. How many they are, even in our
own day!
We cannot peer into Gods mysterious plan - we see only piecemeal,
and we would be wrong to set ourselves up as judges of God and history.
Then we would not be defending man, but only contributing to his downfall.
No - when all is said and done, we must continue to cry out humbly yet insistently
to God: Rouse yourself! Do not forget mankind, your creature! And our cry
to God must also be a cry that pierces our very heart, a cry that awakens
within us Gods hidden presence - so that his power, the power he has
planted in our hearts, will not be buried or choked within us by the mire
of selfishness, pusillanimity, indifference or opportunism. Let us cry out
to God, with all our hearts, at the present hour, when new misfortunes befall
us, when all the forces of darkness seem to issue anew from human hearts:
whether it is the abuse of Gods name as a means of justifying senseless
violence against innocent persons, or the cynicism which refuses to acknowledge
God and ridicules faith in him. Let us cry out to God, that he may draw
men and women to conversion and help them to see that violence does not
bring peace, but only generates more violence - a morass of devastation
in which everyone is ultimately the loser. The God in whom we believe is
a God of reason - a reason, to be sure, which is not a kind of cold mathematics
of the universe, but is one with love and with goodness. We make our prayer
to God and we appeal to humanity, that this reason, the logic of love and
the recognition of the power of reconciliation and peace, may prevail over
the threats arising from irrationalism or from a spurious and godless reason.
The place where we are standing is a place of memory, it is the place
of the Shoah. The past is never simply the past. It always has something
to say to us; it tells us the paths to take and the paths not to take. Like
John Paul II, I have walked alongside the inscriptions in various languages
erected in memory of those who died here: inscriptions in Belarusian, Czech,
German, French, Greek, Hebrew, Croatian, Italian, Yiddish, Hungarian, Dutch,
Norwegian, Polish, Russian, Romani, Romanian, Slovak, Serbian, Ukrainian,
Judaeo-Spanish and English. All these inscriptions speak of human grief,
they give us a glimpse of the cynicism of that regime which treated men
and women as material objects, and failed to see them as persons embodying
the image of God. Some inscriptions are pointed reminders. There is one
in Hebrew. The rulers of the Third Reich wanted to crush the entire Jewish
people, to cancel it from the register of the peoples of the earth. Thus
the words of the Psalm: We are being killed, accounted as sheep for
the slaughter were fulfilled in a terrifying way. Deep down, those
vicious criminals, by wiping out this people, wanted to kill the God who
called Abraham, who spoke on Sinai and laid down principles to serve as
a guide for mankind, principles that are eternally valid. If this people,
by its very existence, was a witness to the God who spoke to humanity and
took us to himself, then that God finally had to die and power had to belong
to man alone - to those men, who thought that by force they had made themselves
masters of the world. By destroying Israel, by the Shoah, they ultimately
wanted to tear up the taproot of the Christian faith and to replace it with
a faith of their own invention: faith in the rule of man, the rule of the
powerful.
Then there is the inscription in Polish. First and foremost they wanted
to eliminate the cultural elite, thus erasing the Polish people as an autonomous
historical subject and reducing it, to the extent that it continued to exist,
to slavery. Another inscription offering a pointed reminder is the one written
in the language of the Sinti and Roma people. Here too, the plan was to
wipe out a whole people which lives by migrating among other peoples. They
were seen as part of the refuse of world history, in an ideology which valued
only the empirically useful; everything else, according to this view, was
to be written off as lebensunwertes Leben - life unworthy of being lived.
There is also the inscription in Russian, which commemorates the tremendous
loss of life endured by the Russian soldiers who combated the Nazi reign
of terror; but this inscription also reminds us that their mission had a
tragic twofold effect: they set the peoples free from one dictatorship,
but the same peoples were thereby subjected to a new one, that of Stalin
and the Communist system.
The other inscriptions, written in Europes many languages, also
speak to us of the sufferings of men and women from the whole continent.
They would stir our hearts profoundly if we remembered the victims not merely
in general, but rather saw the faces of the individual persons who ended
up here in this abyss of terror. I felt a deep urge to pause in a particular
way before the inscription in German. It evokes the face of Edith Stein,
Theresia Benedicta a Cruce: a woman, Jewish and German, who disappeared
along with her sister into the black night of the Nazi-German concentration
camp; as a Christian and a Jew, she accepted death with her people and for
them. The Germans who had been brought to Auschwitz-Birkenau and met their
death here were considered as Abschaum der Nation - the refuse of the nation.
Today we gratefully hail them as witnesses to the truth and goodness which
even among our people were not eclipsed. We are grateful to them, because
they did not submit to the power of evil, and now they stand before us like
lights shining in a dark night. With profound respect and gratitude, then,
let us bow our heads before all those who, like the three young men in Babylon
facing death in the fiery furnace, could respond: Only our God can
deliver us. But even if he does not, be it known to you, O King, that we
will not serve your gods and we will not worship the golden statue that
you have set up (cf. Dan 3:17ff.).
Yes, behind these inscriptions is hidden the fate of countless human
beings. They jar our memory, they touch our hearts. They have no desire
to instill hatred in us: instead, they show us the terrifying effect of
hatred. Their desire is to help our reason to see evil as evil and to reject
it; their desire is to enkindle in us the courage to do good and to resist
evil. They want to make us feel the sentiments expressed in the words that
Sophocles placed on the lips of Antigone, as she contemplated the horror
all around her: my nature is not to join in hate but to join in love.
By Gods grace, together with the purification of memory demanded
by this place of horror, a number of initiatives have sprung up with the
aim of imposing a limit upon evil and confirming goodness. Just now I was
able to bless the Center for Dialogue and Prayer. In the immediate neighborhood
the Carmelite nuns carry on their life of hiddenness, knowing that they
are united in a special way to the mystery of Christs Cross and reminding
us of the faith of Christians, which declares that God himself descended
into the hell of suffering and suffers with us. In Oswiecim is the Center
of Saint Maximilian Kolbe, and the International Center for Education about
Auschwitz and the Holocaust. There is also the International House for Meetings
of Young people. Near one of the old Prayer Houses is the Jewish Center.
Finally the Academy for Human Rights is presently being established. So
there is hope that this place of horror will gradually become a place for
constructive thinking, and that remembrance will foster resistance to evil
and the triumph of love.
At Auschwitz-Birkenau humanity walked through a valley of darkness.
And so, here in this place, I would like to end with a prayer of trust -
with one of the Psalms of Israel which is also a prayer of Christians: The
Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures;
he leads me beside still waters; he restores my soul. He leads me in right
paths for his names sake. Even though I walk through the valley of
the shadow of death, I fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your
staff - they comfort me ... I shall dwell in the house of the Lord my whole
life long (Ps 23:1-4, 6).
Pope Benedict XVI - May 28, 2006