Today being Holocaust Remembrance Day, we should spend a moment on the Porrajmos (the 'Devouring' in Romany). In the Holocaust between a half million and two million Roma (Gypsies) died, although the exact number will probably never be known since many were killed on sight rather then arrested. And judging by the treatment that the Roma recieve in the world today, you would think the Porrajmos has been forgotten.
Gypsies are 'Europe's most hated'
Gypsies are the most hated minority in Europe despite centuries of persecution and the Holocaust, it has been claimed.
Up to half-a-million were killed by the Nazis - but their plight is often forgotten and they remain "demonised".
The comments were made by Dr James Smith of the National Holocaust Centre, where a conference on the treatment of gypsies and travellers is being held.http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/4486245.stmIOM: Gypsy Holocaust Survivors Need Assistance
Gypsy family live in open air in the Black Sea port of Varna, Bulgaria, in this 2002 photo The U.N.-affiliated International Organization for Migration says tens-of-thousands of impoverished elderly Gypsy Holocaust survivors in Eastern and Central Europe are in desperate need of aid.
The International Organization for Migration estimates about 145,000 Gypsy Holocaust survivors living in eastern and central Europe are in need of aid. Since 2002, IOM and other agencies have provided basic assistance, such as food, firewood, coal, and hygiene articles to 64,000 Gypsies, also known as Roma.http://english.chosun.com/w21data/html/news/200504/200504110003.htmlThe Patrin has numerous essays and links all about the Porrajmos, including the song below.
http://www.geocities.com/Paris/5121/holcaust.htmIn Auschwitz there is a Great Houseby Ruzena Danielova
Ausvicate hi kher bro
Odoj besel mro pirano
Besel, besel gondolinel
Te pre mande pobisterel
O tu kalo cirikloro
Lidza mange mro lilro
Lidza, lidza mra romake
Hoj som phandlo Ausvicate
Ausvicate bokha bare
Te so te chal amen nane
Ani oda koter maro
O blokris bibachtlIn Auschwitz there is a great house
And there my husband is imprisoned
He sits and sits and laments
And thinks about me
Oh, you black bird!
Carry my letter!
Carry it to my wife
For I am jailed in Auschwitz
In Auschwitz there is great hunger
And we have nothing to eat
Not even a piece of bread
And the block guard is bad