On this day in history

In memoriam Sophie Scholl, Hans Scholl, and Christoph Probst, murdered on this day in 1943; as well as Willi Graf, Alexander Schmorell, and Kurt Huber, murdered in the same year.

Gibt es, so frage ich Dich, der Du ein Christ bist, gibt es in diesem Ringen um die Erhaltung Deiner höchsten Güter ein Zögern, ein Spiel mit Intrigen, ein Hinausschieben der Entscheidung in der Hoffnung, daß ein anderer die Waffen erhebt, um Dich zu verteidigen? Hat Dir nicht Gott selbst die Kraft und den Mut gegeben zu kämpfen? Wir müssen das Böse dort angreifen, wo es am mächtigsten ist, und es ist am mächtigsten in der Macht Hitlers. "Ich wandte mich und sah an alles Unrecht, das geschah unter der Sonne; und siehe, da waren Tränen derer, so Unrecht litten und hatten keinen Tröster; und die ihnen Unrecht taten, waren so mächtig, daß sie keinen Tröster haben konnten. Da lobte ich die Toten, die schon gestorben waren, mehr denn die Lebendigen, die noch das Leben hatten..." (Sprüche [sic])
So, I ask you who are Christian: in the struggle for the preservation of the things you hold most dear, is there any hesitation, any disingenuous scheming, any delay to committing, in the hope that someone else will rise up in arms in order to defend you? Has God not given you yourself the power and the bravery to fight? We must strike at evil in its heart, where it is most powerful -- and that is in the power of Hitler. "So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and beheld the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter. "Wherefore I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive." (Ecclesiastes 4:1-2)

The White Rose, Pamphlet IV

On this day in history

What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciations of tyrants, brass fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade, and solemnity, are, to him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy — a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices, more shocking and bloody, than are the people of these United States, at this very hour. Go where you may, search where you will, roam through all the monarchies and despotisms of the old world, travel through South America, search out every abuse, and when you have found the last, lay your facts by the side of the everyday practices of this nation, and you will say with me, that, for revolting barbarity and shameless hypocrisy, America reigns without a rival.

Frederick Douglass, “What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?” (1852)