On July 6, 1942 Otto Frank took his family into hiding. As
it was, eight people (Otto Frank; his wife, Edith; daughters: Margot and Anne;
business associate Hermann van Pels; Hermann’s wife and son: Auguste and Peter;
and neighbor Fritz Pfeffer) from the moment they hid until August 4, 1944 they did
so in virtual plain view.
The details are known to many; the legend to most; the diary
to all. First published in 1947, Anne’s diary was first translated into English
in 1950 in Great Britiain and in America in 1952 under the title “Anne Frank: The
Diary of a Young Girl.” Since then it
has been translated into 67 languages worldwide. Although there is no sure way
to know, estimated sales of the book top 100,000,000 copies. After 68 years,
the youthful image of a smiling child has become synonymous with the plight of
European Jews during the World War II.
The Soviet writer IIya Ehrenburg wrote of Anne Frank: one voice speaks
for six million—the voice not of a sage or a poet but of an ordinary little girl.
President John Kennedy once said: Of all the multitudes who throughout history
have spoken for human dignity in times of great suffering and loss, no voice is
more compelling than that of Anne Frank.
Dedicated in 1960 as a museum, the Anne Frank House attracts
approximately one million visitors per year making it perhaps the single-most
popular tourist destination in Holland. The living quarters of the Anne Frank
House is completely devoid of furniture just as Otto found it when he finally
returned to Amsterdam. (It was of interest to me that Otto allowed furniture to
be placed in the annex long enough for photos to be taken and models to be
created. He wanted the public to know what their lives were like but he wanted
the house left barren to visitors.)
To read Anne’s account of two years in close quarters is to
know with great detail the daily interactions of the eight people. However,
much like the eight people, hidden in plain view between the lines of the
journal is the struggle of a young girl trapped in a nightmare not of her own
creation. She held little back. It should be noted that Otto initially insisted
that certain portions of the original diary be removed. He edited such things
as Anne’s growing sexuality and Anne’s descriptions of Otto and Edith’s marital
discord. Although Anne used pseudonyms for people in the house (except
herself), Otto restored the true identities of his family. Only until recently
have full and unabridged versions of Anne’s diary been available to the public.
Standing: Kleiman and Kugler
Seated: Bep, Otto, and Miep
Anne’s story reached an abrupt end when Dutch agents of the
German occupiers, working from an anonymous tip, raided the house and arrested
the eight occupants as well as Johannes Kleiman and Victor Kugler (both charged
with “helping Jews”. Kleiman and Kugler were imprisoned and released upon
liberation by Allied forces.) The agents failed to recognize the contributions
of two women, Miep Gies and Bep Voskuijl, neither of whom were arrested. Once
alone, Miep and Bep returned to the annex where they found Anne’s diary strewn about the floor. (Anne had begun revising her diary and had compiled multiple
loose pages, which Miep and Bep found.) The women collected the papers before
efforts to empty the house would have guaranteed that Anne's diary was lost to
humanity.
Anne's diary
Upon Otto’s return to Amsterdam after the war, he was given
the things Miep had salvaged including Anne’s diary. Before the arrest, Otto
knew of the diary. In fact, Anne asked him to hold it for her every evening,
thinking it was safe with him. Otto promised never to read it. He once wrote: I didn’t have
the strength to read it. He never did, until he was convinced that his daughter was dead.
It must have been a revelation when he read Anne’s entry
from 30 October 1943, which included: I model myself after Father, and there’s
no one in the world I love more. He doesn’t realize he treats Margot
differently than he does me: Margot just happens to be the smartest, the
kindest, the prettiest and the best. But I have the right to be taken seriously
too…I am no longer satisfied with the meaningless affection or the supposedly
serious talks. I long for something from
Father that he’s incapable of giving…It’s just that I’d like to feel that
Father really loves me, not because I’m his child, but because I’m Anne.
Otto once said, “It took me a very long time before I could read it. And I must say, I was very much surprised about the deep thoughts that Anne had, her seriousness, especially her self-criticism. It was quite a different Anne than I had known as my daughter. She never really showed this kind of inner feeling. She talked about many things, criticized many things, but what her real feelings were, that I could only see from the diary.”
Otto, Margot, and Anne Frank, circa 1930
Otto summed up his personal tragedy when he said, “Most
parents don’t know, really, their children.”
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