The Diary of Kyle Broflovski
"Why the fuck is this old man here?" A teenage boy groaned, as students of his grade filled in the seats of auditorium. The girl next to him rolled her eyes, flicking his forehead.
"Hey!"
"shush up! He knew Kyle Broflovski during the holocaust and hid him and two other families before being sent to Auschwitz!" Before either party could argue, the lights dimmed down, with the only light source coming the front stage.
The principle walked out, signaling everyone to be quiet. He played around with the mic until finally he could speak, "Hello everyone and welcome to the holocaust forum. Today I will ask everyone to please silence their phones and anyone who is caught with a phone will have to pick it up the principles office after school.'
Shuffling and the sound of phones being turned off were heard, until silence welcomed the room again.
'Thank you. Today we have two World War Two survivors, whom lived in the Netherlands at the time the Nazi regime invaded. However, this is not the reason these men are famous. They hid not one but two families during the holocaust before being caught by Gestapo. To tell us their own story and accounts, please welcome Stanly Marsh and Kenny McCormick.
Two men walked slowly on stage, one was being pushed in a wheelchair by a female teacher, he still had a full head of grayish hair, thin but no baldness. He also had dulled blue eyes and was wearing jeans and white button up shirt.
The other man had white hair with some of it now missing, he used a cane to walk on stage and like the order man his eyes were blue. He wore an orange shirt and aged pants, which hugged his frail figure.
Both men settled down, being handed microphones for each man. A slide show began to play, however no pictures were visible yet.
The old man in the wheelchair cleared his throat, speaking in a very quiet but clear voice, "Good day everyone, my name is Stanly, but I go by Stan. I was 15 when I last saw my best friend Kyle, and his family alive. I was the son of the man, Randy Marsh, who owned the building the annex was in. "
"Hello my name is Kenny. And I was 13 when I last saw Kyle. My parents idolized the Nazi party and tried to get me to join Nazi youth groups, but I never told them about the annex. I snuck extra food and also got rid of any evidence of them being there."
The slide show showed both Stan and Kenny as young children, With another boy in the photo (which had been digitally colored, instead of the standard black and white) , all wore 1940's clothing and were smiling in the photo. Stan had black hair and had his arm wrapped around another's boys neck, whom had curly red hair and green eyes, on his coat was a giant yellow star that said "Jew" on it in Dutch. Kenny was on the other side of the boy, he had messy blonde hair and blue eyes. He also wore a orange coat with a matching orange hat that appeared far to big for the skinny boy.
"This was back in 1942, shortly before Kyle went into hiding. In the middle was Kyle himself, he was 13 in this photo. But to explain this story we have to go back to the very beginning of the story. We began back in 1942, this was when the Germans invaded the Netherlands, where many Jewish families had fled when Germany had adapted the Nazi Socialist party in 1933," Stan spoke with a steady voice, despite his accent, he was easy for the students to understand. He stopped speaking, turning towards Kenny, who nodded before facing the crowd.
"The Broflovski's owned a law firm, Stan's parents worked there as a secretary and bookkeeper, they wear also trusted with the company after Jewish owned business's were no longer permitted to run. So Kyle's father Gerald, trusted the Marsh family and allowed them to own it, at least with intention of owning it till after war ended or Hitler's regime died," Kenny stopped, cringing at a memory, teenagers in the crowd froze, feeling the intention and pain radiating off the elderly man.
'Then came the day that no one wanted to come ... The day the letter for a 'work camp' came for our friend ..."
1942
A knock was heard on the door of the Jewish household belonging to the Broflovski's of Amsterdam. A woman with red hair walked casually to the door, trying to conceal the look of fear from her face as she opened the door to see a officer standing at the door.
"Yes, sir?" Without as much as a hello, he shoved a clip board in her hands, pointing to where she needed to sign her name. The woman signed her name hesitantly, before being handed a government letter. The man left before she could ask any questions.
The woman opened the letter slowly, pulling a out a letter with the nazi party sigma. On the letter it stated:
"Notice: A member of this house hold has been order by the gaston to have Kyle Broflovski sent to a work camp. Please have this member report immediately, any attempt to not do so will be punished to the full extent of the law-"
The woman couldn't read more as she felt her yes water with fresh tears, it instantly dawned on her what letter entailed. Without another word she grabbed her coat and an umbrella, before looking frantically around the living room for her purse.
"Kyle? Kyle?!" She yelled, clearly panicking. A boy with flaming red hair that was straightened (it was his attempt to look 'less Jewish") and green eyes came out, he gave a look of confusion towards his mothers direction.
'Mom is everything-" before he could finish his mom hugged him, before looking straight him.
"Listen sweetie, you must stay here until I come back, you are not to leave, you must make people think no one is home, you understand?" Normally Kyle would ask questions, but his mother's facial expression said it all. The redhead only nodded his head reluctantly, his mother gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, before leaving the house, locking the door shut.
The woman ran as quickly as she could to her husbands work place, not caring about the glares she got from non Jews on the street. Ten minutes later she finally arrived at the building, she allowed herself inside, ignoring her racing heart rate.
A man with neatly combed black hair, dressed in casual suit looked up in surprise, putting down his papers, approaching the woman, "Sheila? Are you alright?"
"Where is Gerald? I need to see him now!" Without waiting for a response, Sheila walked into her husband's workroom, silencing the conversation he was having with another woman, who had short pinned browned hair and a long sleeved suit dress. They both stopped talking, noticing the out of breath woman standing at the threshold.
"Sheila? I'm busy now, can this wa-"
"They've come for Kyle." Everyone in the room froze in silence, the woman Gerald was talking to placed her hand over her mouth in horror, Gerald could only look at his wife in complete worry.
"What?" Sheila sat down, letting small tears run down her face. The other workers noticed the tension in the workroom and stopped what they were doing to gather around the office, watching the situation unfold.
"A officer gave me a notice, they want Kyle to go to a labor camp. I knew they would come for us at some point, but the children first? How can anyone with conscious think like this?" Gerald got up to comfort his wife, turning to the woman he was speaking to before his wife came barging in.
"Sharon, I need you to go to our home and help Kyle get out there. Bring him here as soon as you can," The woman took the house key from his hand without hesitation. She left the office, while trying to put her coat on.
As she stalked out the building, she noticed her son walking with another friend of his. Both were laughing, fresh from school, until they saw her walking fast down the opposite side of the street.
"Hey mom!' The boy with black and a blue coat ran towards her, the other boy with an orange coat ran behind him, 'what is wrong?"
"I need to get Kyle, he needs to leave right now."
"Now? But why?"
"Stanly, I don't have time for questions, but you must not tell anyone about this ok? Not even the police,"
"Like I would tell those bastards anything, no offense Kenny," Stan said turning to his friend. Kenny's parents were big time supports of the Nazi party regime, since they had stared out poor and hoped giving their alliance would be awarded with riches.
"None taken, like I would rat out my friend," Normally Sharon would of threatened to spank her son for using foul language, but she knew now was not the time. The three people made it over to the housing complex, within a matter of minutes they arrived at the front door belonging to the Broflovski's. Sharon unlocked the door quickly, not caring that she looked like a crazy woman. The inside interior looked empty, with no sign of life.
"Kyle? It's me Sharon, your father needs you to come with me now!" After waiting a few moments, Kyle, whom was holding his three year old brother Ike, came out looking relieved at the sight of his two friends and his fathers secretary.
'Listen Kyle, you need to wear as much clothes as possible, pack all your necessities and anything you deem valuable to your person," Sharon instructed, Kyle only nodded, allowing Mrs. Marsh to take his brother from him.
"Mom? What is going on? Why won't you or anyone give answers?" Stan interrogated, Sharon signed knowing her child wasn't on the verge of cooperating till he got answers.
"Stanly, you know how our Jewish neighbors were told to leave for a work camp?" Stan froze, he shook his head, his facial features showed pure horror at the realization.
"No! No that's-"
"Stan, they want Kyle now. But with our help he has a fighting chance of avoiding the same fate as our neighbors. Do you understand?' Stan nodded his head slowly, the weight of the words were too hard to believe, 'I need you to wear as many as Kyle's clothes as possible and stuff any of his needed belongings into your book bag,"
Stan wasted no time, he practically ran to Kyle's room, followed by Kenny. Inside the room Kyle was putting on his third sweater, it looked incredibly uncomfortable, but it was better then loosing all his clothes.
"Stan? Kenny?" Kenny ran over to his closet, stripping himself of his coat, quickly putting on jumpers and shirts.
Stan walked over yo his best friend, placing his hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry, those evil assholes aren't taking you anywhere,'
Kyle smiled, continuing to put on more layers of clothing, while Stan took books, and photo albums from the shelves, placing them neatly in his book bag.
'Me and Kenny will help get your stuff out of here, and we will come back for more of your belongings once you're at the annex,"
Not even half an hour later, all the boys looked bulky from the monster amount of layers they wore under their coats, each boy had nearly 14 outfits on, or at least it felt like it. Kenny and Stan stuffed books, photo albums, old magazines and school books in their bag's, while Kyle placed Hebrew books, his diary that he had gotten for his 13th birthday and pencils into his own bag.
The three boys left the room, walking towards the door where Sharon was waiting to leave with Ike (now in his coat) in her arms.
"Come now boys, we can't waste anytime," Without a moment to spare, all of them were outside the housing area, with Sharon locking it shut.
'Look absolutely natural, remember we don't want to draw attention," The boys nodded, walking like they normally would, but all of them could feel the tension in the air. As they passed the blocks, Kyle noticed the painfully obvious glares of people walking by when they noticed big yellow "Jew" patch that was sewn on his coat.
Kyle didn't understand why people all the sudden, even complete strangers, hated him. First it became rule not to go into restaurants, cafes, theaters, parks or stores for the Jewish people. Then all the Jews had to register themselves and sew the Star of David onto their clothing, then Kyle was not even allowed to be other non Jewish children, he instead had to tend an all Jewish school, but the number of people at the school began to decline.
It was one rule after another, each new rule made less sense. Propaganda was a common sight now, with drawing of stereotypical Jews with rat noses in newspapers, and threats towards people that even considered getting romantically involved with the Jewish population. Ghettos had been formed, but then the secret police would round people and take them to the headquarters, then one would hear of them again. That alone was enough for Kyle to realize something was horribly wrong.
"Hey!" A notice yelled. All five froze, turning around with caution. A man with a nazi pin looked at the group, glaring down the redhead once he noticed the patch.
'What is a fine woman with two Aryan children, doing with a kike? He will steal from you if you are not careful miss," Sharon turned around, trying hard not to lose her composure in front of the Pro-Nazi man.
"Sir, with all due respect, he is a child. And I am returning him home right now, now if will you excuse us," The man glared at Sharon with disgust, if it was up to him, he would of shot a Jew just for being around other non Jewish children. He didn't care if it was child, a Jew was a Jew.
Kyle breathed in relief, as did Stan and Kenny. Sharon ushered the boys quickly down the street, moments later they arrived at the law firm, where Gerald was waiting inside with his wife Sheila , who still looked stunned at the memory of the letter from the Nazi officer.
Sheila looked up to see Kyle, still safe and sound with all his belongings, "Oh bubbeh! You made it!" Without warning, the matching redhead practically leaped out her seat, hugging Kyle tightly and kissing nearly every inch of his face. Normally Kyle would be embarrassed, but he consciously decided to let it go, after all the Gestapo could of discovered him leaving before he even walked a foot outside the housing complex. Then the startling realization came to him ...
He was officially in hiding.
