Mocking Jew


Part One – The First Day of School

“Rain, rain!”  Lydia exclaimed.


“Yes,” replied the ugly 12 year old named Sara.


“Teacher,” Giggled Lydia as a neatly dressed woman appeared at the door. 


The room fell silent maybe too silent.  For some reason the mean looking teacher came and grabbed Lydia by the arm and pulled her to the front of the room.  The room was now so quiet you could here a pin drop in the storage room behind the classroom.


“Teach!” she screamed and marched out of the room.  Leaving Lydia, a 6 year old with autism standing in the front of the room.


Rebecka was a good friend to Lydia even though she was 5 years older then the girl.  She got up, walked to the front of the room, picked Lydia up and carried her back to her spot.  She looked at Sara and asked, “Can you teach?” Sara sighed but nodded and on her way up to the front of the room she looked at the senior named Alicia.


“Okay, spelling. Who knows how to spell math? This is a question for grades Kindergarten to second,” said Sara looking at Joey who had had his hand up since “who knows how to spell?” 


“Math M-A-T-H math.”


“Good job Joey.  Now grades 3 through 5.  Your word is flute.  Macy can you answer this?”


Flute F-L-U-T flute”






“Flute F-L-U-T-E flute.”


Yes good job Marrisia.” Said Sara pulling out a piece of paper and writing down some things. 


Chatter filled the room so no one heard the approaching footsteps. Just then the door flew open and a man in rotten boots and a ugly army camouflage uniform.


“Nazi!” yelled Alisa.


“I have come to take you,” he snarled, translating his pure German into broken Czech.


“Oh, I am so scared,” said the freshmen, Sal, sarcastically.


“Nein,” replied the Nazi, with extreme temper.


“Nein,” said Sal, imitating the Nazi.


After that a skimpy man with a tiny moustache appeared at the door. 


“H…h…Hitler,” Rebecka stumbled.


“Yes it is me,” he said in fine Czech.


Joey sighed as he, a three year old, was lifted from his chair and carried away not knowing where he was headed. He just went along with it.


“Joey,” screamed Rebecka, who was his eleven-year old sister.


“Be quiet, or you go next,” snapped the Nazi.


Hitler stepped to the front of the room.  “I understand that you are all Jewish. But you will make perfect Aryan children because of your blonde hair and blue eyes. Which most of you have, except that one in the corner, “ he said pointing to Sara.


This time, Sal took it too far with his imitation. The Nazi dragged him out the door.  There was a shooting noise. Hitler stepped outside. There was some babbling that must have been German followed by a tangled group of laughs. When the two men stepped back inside, Sal did not follow behind.  Lydia lost it. Sal was like a brother to her – except he was her cousin. Hitler aimed a look at Rebecka and Lydia who sat next to each other.  But, it was not a threatening look.  It was a worried look.  Rebecka, who was on the verge of tears, picked up Lydia and rocked her slowly. The Nazi came over and pushed the girls to the ground.  And on the way out the door, Lydia’s shoe came off causing a big chunk of wood to work its way into her toe.


Part Two – To the Training Camp

“I hope you two are satisfied,” said the woman Nazi to Rebecka and Lydia. “I hope you understand why you were not killed.”


“We un-under-stan-n.” said Lydia ending with a sneeze. 


“Yes we do,” said Rebecka using some of the German her father had taught her.


“Good job,” said the Nazi in German.


Rebecka nodded and said, “Thank you.”


“Now let’s start talking in Czech,” said the Nazi woman in Czech.


Rebecka asked, “Where are we?”


“At a training camp to become perfect young Aryan girls.”


The girls looked at each other and nodded.


Part Three – Sal Returns

Knock, knock, knock.  The Nazi women went to answer the door.


“I am here to see Lydia and Rebecka,” said a familiar voice.


“Yes. Hold on a second,” said the woman and called for the girls.


Footsteps came down the hall.  When the reached the end, Rebecka stopped and stammered, “Marrisia, Macy, Sal?”


“Yes,” said Sal.


“SAL!” screamed Lydia jumping into his arms.


Rebecka was happy to see her cousins Marrisia and Macy, but she really hoped for Joey.

Just then, a little head popped out from behind Marrisia.  It was Joey! 


“Joey!” screamed Rebecka.  She picked him up and spun him around.  “It’s been two years,” said Rebecka.


“I am five,” giggled Joey.


“Yes, you are,” replied Rebecka. 


“I hope this tragedy ends soon,” whispered Macy to Rebecka.


“Well, hopes are good,” said Rebecka outloud.


“No,” said Sal.


“Then what are they?” asked Rebecka.


“Great,” laughed Sal.


“Aye, aye, aye,” said the Nazi woman. “Now would you four like to stay?” she asked.


They all nodded


“I will show you to your rooms.”


Part Four – The Final Year

“I am adapting to this cold environment, “ said Sal imitating a chicken.


Macy rolled her eyes.  “I want to go home and see oma, opa, momma and poppa,” her voice saddened.


“Hope, hope is good,” said Rebecka.


“Maybe,” said Macy.


“Oh, you don’t have to worry,” said a familiar voice.


The group turned around and saw that skimpy man with that tiny moustache was standing there.  The twinkle in his eye made everyone shiver.


“Hello, if I remember right, your names are Macy, Sal, Marisa, Joey and Rebecka,” he said pointing to all the correct people. “I have to tell you something, though.  Your families are all dead. So the person who volunteered to keep you is Alicia Shore. Now, go pack. You leave tomorrow.”


Part Five – Epilogue: The Next Day

That Hitler man waved as the kids drove off with Alicia.  The Nazi and the teacher stood there along with the woman from the training camp, also waving.  The Nazi from the school the day this all started asked, “Why were you so nice to them?”  There was no answer. 


When they got to Alicia’s house, Alicia showed them around.  And then Rebecka said to everyone, “Hopes can turn to tragedy.”