Seventy-one years ago today, these three brave students were tried and killed by guillotine for what was considered high-treason in Nazi Germany: Standing up against Hitler and the Regime. They compiled and distributed anti-Nazi leaflets around the country and even at the university in which they attended. On February 18, Hans and Sophie Scholl were spreading out the leaflets around the university building, and on a whim, Sophie pushed the remaining leaflets off the balcony, leading to their discovery and arrest. For the next few days, Hans and Sophie were interrogated and it was found that Christoph Probst (the man sitting directly across from Sophie writing on a pad of paper) was part of the White Rose resistance as well. The story of the White Rose and what they did must be acknowledged and cherished. It raises the question of ‘What would you do?’ in a nation so corrupt that you were swiftly beheaded for even questioning it at all. Other “core” White Rose members that should be acknowledged as well: Willi Graf, Alexander Schmorell, Kurt Huber, and Traute Lafrenz.
“It’s high time that Christians made up their minds to do something . . . What are we going to show in the way of resistance-as compared to the Communists, for instance-when all this terror is over? We will be standing empty-handed. We will have no answer when we are asked: What did you do about it?” – Hans Scholl
Today was a good day. I got to go outside and enjoy everything around me as I had all of my favorite things surrounding me: a book, pumpkin seeds to snack on, carrot juice, my animal babies, the trees, and a book-mark photo of Sophie Scholl.
Today was a good day.
“Who would have thought it possible that a tiny little flower could preoccupy a person so completely, that there simply wasn’t room for any other thought.” – Sophie Scholl
Me: “I have finally become confident in myself that I can now go and enjoy seeing a movie, walking in the park, driving to a city alone.”
Him: “Do you mean alone with (my boyfriend) or you mean by yourself?”
Me: “Alone. By myself.”
Him: “But you are so vulnerable.”
Me: “Isn’t that the concern for every woman?”
Him: “That’s why they go places together.”
Me: “But it’s okay for men to go and enjoy places alone?”
We are the Lost. The Dark. The Wishful. The Wondering, Aspiring. Intellectual.
We are the Weaker Sex.
We are the Kitchen Dwellers, the Vacuum Queens, the Baby Makers.
I must feel a connection to wonderful, beautiful, intelligent women of the past that way. Women who were looked down upon for even having the slightest sliver of radicalized progression in the morose days of which they lived.
So-called radical women, although humanitarian, who only wanted a voice of their own.
The Whispers of History.
Joan of Arc. Elizabeth I. Marie Curie. Sacajawea. Mother Theresa. Dorothea Dix. Annie Oakley. Emily Dickinson. Frida Kahlo. Susan B. Anthony. Sojourner Truth. Amelia Earhart. Georgia O’Keeffe. Eleanor Roosevelt. Helen Keller. Maya Angelou. Harriet Tubman. Marilyn Monroe. Sylvia Plath. Rosa Parks. Sophie Scholl. Anne Frank. Kasturba Gandhi. Margaret Thatcher. Malala Yousafzai.
And many, many others.
To all the Rosie the Riveters.
To all the Hermi0nes.
To all the Little Lulus.
To all the Julias.
To all the ones who was told You Can’t Because…
You Shouldn’t Because…
Weak. Irrational. Emotional. Sensitive. Naive. Soft. Sexy. Critical. Ditzy. Hormonal. Complicated.
Don’t ever give a damn
For you are the Shouters of Change.
*Julias: A reference to the free-spirited character from George Orwell’s 1984.