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Oskar Schindler

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We do not forget the sorrows of Egypt, we do not forget Haman, we do not forget Hitler. Thus, among the unjust, we do not forget the just. Remember Oskar Schindler.
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Preamble to an appeal launched by the Schindlerjuden in 1961 on Schindler's behalf. Cited from Thomas Keneally Schindler's Ark (London: Coronet, 1983) p. 396.

 
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