Professional Documents
Culture Documents
Freya Raybold
Freya Raybold
Mr. O’Connell
Writing
3.20.20
When Kate Parker was a little girl, she was not Kate Parker, but that was a long time ago.
On a bright summer day in April the Leah’s grandfather clock struck three. The three long tolls
echoed through the empty Leah house on Shwartenz road. It rang in the kitchen where Jaehn
Leah used to spend hours cooking for her family, it echoed in the lifeless parlor where the
family’s children used to play with their friends, and it dispersed into the air filling the deserted
nursery that had seen so much life. It was all so bleak that even thirty years later, Jinhua
When the round ups first started, they were small and only in central Germany. As time
progressed, they started rounding up more Jewish people. After a year none were left with in
thirty miles of Shwartenz road. My family was hopeful. They believed that they wouldn’t be
taken to the concentration camps because they had blue eyes. They would have to have more
than that to escape the Nazi’s wrath. It had been nearly a month and they still hadn’t been
recognized as Jews.
“I’m home. Everyone come here, we have to talk about something important.” My mom
called
“What?” I asked. She told me I had to wait for everyone else. When they finally arrived,
looking at my baby sister and dad. “me and your father, Tamar made an important decision.
Here.” Mom gave me and Kaleb yellow stars the size of Tanita’s fist. It had writing on it.
“Jude.” Kaleb read aloud. Jew. It was astonishing how the one word could mean so
much. When they first started appearing, I used to wonder who made them. Before, the stars
meant nothing bad, they only displayed our religion, but the changed quickly. In my mind, I saw
young girls around my age sitting in summer garden and carefully stitching the brown lettering
onto each patch while talking amongst themselves. Now I imagined dark stone rooms with long
tables and rows upon rows of people forced into labor. Do they know what they are doing? Are
they prisoners trying to survive, or Germans filled with hate and resentment? That may be one
“No. I asked for it.” She stated it calmly and surely the way one would say I’m ten years
old, and you? “I think it is important to embrace our religion, there is no need to hide from it.”
Kaleb quickly agreed. He would do anything to seem like the sweet and innocent child. He took
the star and taped it to his jacket. “Lebby, that isn’t how it works.” Both my parents laughed.
That was the last time they ever did that because the very next day we were deported.
Nothing would ever be the same. I thought, staring at my orange and blue friendship
bracelet. I still remember when I made it. It was sunny which normally put 12-year-old kids such
as myself in a good mood, but it wasn’t a pleasant warm. It was that humid, stuffy air that
makes you feel claustrophobic. I sat on the summer grass with my sketch book and drew the
butterflies that filled the air. It may sound beautiful, but trust me, once they landed on your
skin you would have a different opinion. I sat and drew the landscape. When I was finished, I
“Well, I love the school, but we aren’t allowed to go to there. No use dreaming.”
“How could you say that? The world is made of dreams. No use doing work when you
could be writing or drawing or, or something fun! You know, sometimes I wonder why we’re
even friends.”
“I know, I know. June 11.” It’s not like I could forget. I wanted to dream and she to work
“Just like us.” I’d said. Just like us. Little did I know that for the next few months I’d be
clinging to Laurin and these memories, relying on them far too much.
Three weeks, six days, four hours and thirteen minutes. That is the amount of time it has
been since I was happy. And, no, that’s not how long it’s been since we were deported. Nearly a
month ago they were bused off with hundreds of other people. I had been away when they
took them. I had seen the bus walking home though. All I didn’t know was that when I returned,
I would be alone.
When I realized what had happened, I began to cry. I saw them leave; I saw them being
taken but I didn’t know. I argued with myself. I am a horrible person. No, I’m not. Yes, I am, I left
my family and now they’ll die! No, they won’t, dad will take care of them. They separate people,
you know that Jinhua. There was nothing you could have done. I sat there for a while, hours and
What will I do? I can’t stay here, they’ll come clear out our stuff. Then it dawned on me. Laurin
only lived three blocks down the street! I went there only to find that she was gone too. Ever
I am a different person now. There is no color. Everything is black and grey. Even white
is too bright and cheery. The only thing I kept was my bracelet. I got rid of everything, even my
name. Jinhua Leah? Yeah, definitely Jewish. I went for something more generic I didn’t waste
my time on it. From now on, I was Kate Parker. I’d lived in Germany my whole life, but my
parents were from Sweden. All of that was believable, I even created an accent. The only thing
people might be skeptical about is my age. In truth, I was 14, but I was tall. I figured if I tried, I
could pass for 18. I know it’s a stretch, but I had to be or else there would be questions about
my family.
I was a thief. I never wanted to steal, and I always felt bad about it, but I only stole from
people who either deserved it or wouldn’t notice. I normally only stole food and water,
occasionally soda or candy. But winter was coming. I could taste it in the air, the northern winds
were picking up and soon it would be too cold for me to stay outside. I’d been putting it off, but
I had to steal winter clothes now. And then, I saw it. The orange coat big, puffy, and abandoned
in the park. I don’t know what drew it too me, it was not at all my style and it was way too
bright. It would do nothing but attract attention, but I put it on and didn’t take it off for two
months. The winter months were somewhat uneventful. That is, until one day in December
right before Hanukkah that I saw her. It took all my will power to restrain myself from running
I was about to do the stupidest thing in my life. I was sneaking into the ghetto. That’s
right, I said into. The very next night in set my plan into action. I chipped away at the bricks
making tiny holes. Not enough for someone’s head, but enough to act as foot holds. That
“We are getting here. Now.” I said with such a stern tone I surprised myself.
“No, wait. I have to talk to you first.” I’d been expecting what she told me and there was no
denying its truth, but it still hit me hard. My family had been separated. Kaleb and dad were
sent to Dachau after a week, but my mom was kept here with Tanita who died of some
“Not really. But there is for us or was. Why did you come here?”
“Laurin!!! I AM LEAVING AND YOU ARE COMING WITH ME!” that worked. We waited
impatiently for the sun to set and once it did, we set off. The dim light almost let me forget
what a horrible place we were in. Our feet scuttled and sloshed in the freshly melted snow. The
weather was not on our side, that was for sure. We had to pull into the entrance of a building
“Jinhua, wait.”
“That’s not my name. Its Kate now.” I whispered sharply. “No matter, we have to go
now.” As we made our way to my secret escape route, I noticed just how bad it really was. I felt
horrible that my family had to live here. Laurin went first, then me. Just as I was halfway over, a
guard turned the corner! He saw me and started yelling. No time for caution. I jumped down,
loudly splashing into the puddle of slush beneath me. We ran as if our lives depended on it, well
actually, they did. As we got far enough away to slow down, I felt the breeze on my arm. It was
It took a long time. Every night I would lie in bed unable to sleep. When I did I’d have
nightmares about the Germans tracing me down with the scrap of my coat. They would knock
on my door; say how do you do?” Then throw me into a cart and take me somewhere I didn’t
want to go. My nights may be bad, but my days where much better. I spent them cooking,
I was happy with my existence. Until one night when Laurin, her friends and I were
playing bored games. There was a knock on the door. I opened it to find two strange men. They
“Good evening, ma’am.” One said, but what the second one did was truly unnerving.
He held up a dirty orange piece of cloth and, with the largest grin, said
end of this story. Kate Parker however, she was a survivor. It may have been a bit extreme to
say I was not always Kate Parker, but everything was different. Jinhua was a child. The day she
became Kate Johnson, she grew up. Had someone compared 13-year-old Jinhua to 13-year-old