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[ . . . ] It seemed to him that an eternal silence was closing down upon the Jewish breed marching to slaughter—that no heir, no memory would supervene to prolong the silent parade of victims, no…
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André Schwarz-Bart
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Paris, France
Date:
1959
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Toward the end of the reign of Moulay Hassan, there was a cadi whose avarice was so great that he was likened to a tomb, for the tomb, ever receiving, never gives anything back. The cadi accepted…
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Elisa Chimenti
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1950
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My name is Benillouche, Alexandre Mordekhai.
How galling the smiles of my classmates! In our alley, and at the Alliance School, I hadn’t known how ridiculous, how revealing, my name could be…
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Albert Memmi
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Paris, France
Date:
1953
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The trains watch us dreaming
in these charming meadows.
—For we don’t love eating
so much as some fellows!—
Gorging suits humans,
they crave sauce and meat.
Me, I love to chew on
grass, so green…
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Blanche Bendahan
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Paris, France
Date:
1948
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The degradation took place Saturday, the 5th of January. I underwent the horrible torture without weakness.
Before the ceremony, I waited for an hour in the hall of the garrison…
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Alfred Dreyfus
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Devil's Island, French Guyana (Devil's Island, Guyana)
Date:
1895
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We have awoken from a horrible nightmare that I believed myself unable to describe to you.
The sack of the Mellah [the Jewish quarter of the city] by the mutinous Sherifian troops began at midday on…
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Avraham Elmaleh
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Fez, French Protectorate in Morocco (Fes, Morocco)
Date:
1912
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For a long time, Slimsohn had been saving considerable time and money on food. He had started by limiting himself to just one meal a day, towards evening, then delaying it until that undefinable…
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Gustave Kahn
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Paris, France
Date:
1925
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It was, in fact, our aunt who had commissioned the bus. Madame Léa Josué Chanaan was our aunt and we called her Aunt Chanaan, just as we called her husband, Monsieur Josué Chanaan, our uncle, although…
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Armand Lunel
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Monaco City, Monaco (Monaco-Ville, Monaco)
Date:
1926
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Rue Sainte-Catherine, people turned as we passed. Probably because of my father’s purple suit, his Kentucky green shirt and the same old shoes with the astrakhan spats. I fondly…
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Patrick Modiano
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Paris, France
Date:
1968
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When the bus disappeared, taking away their child, the Bensaïds remained on the empty sidewalk, their souls as barren as if their daughter had been carried off by death.
With a…
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Irma Ychou
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1947