I’m Jewish, and these are Concentration Camps

A recent statement by the notorious AOC that we are running concentration camps at our Southern border has sparked an explosion on this subject in the press. The conversation it has started however, especially amongst liberals, has been strange. Was she wrong to use this specific term? Was she, as I’ve heard some say, “stupid?”

First, from the mile-high view, it wasn’t stupid. Even if much of the liberal conversation has devolved into arguments over semantics, at least the subject is back in the news. More articles are being written and shared. More pictures and stories are coming to light. Awareness is being raised, once again, across the country.

If using a hot-button phrase is what it takes to get the spotlight back on the overcrowded, mismanaged, unhygienic, inhumane facilities that our government is using to hold immigrants then, to my mind, all coverage is good coverage.

Second, even though concentration camp may be a hot-button term, it isn’t wrong. Take a look in any dictionary— you’ll see that the glove fits. Liberals and critics who have taken up arms to coddle people’s feelings or piously claim that using the term concentration camp is insensitive, imprecise, or just incorrect, are wrong.

When it comes to usage, this is the right term.

When it comes to human rights, this is the right term.

Do people think that concentration camp is a term that should belong exclusively to Jewish people? Is that what we “get” for suffering the Holocaust? To “have” the term concentration camp to ourselves? Why in the world would we want it?

Concentration camp isn’t a term created by Jews for Jews— It’s a Nazi propaganda term. It was political jargon meant to cover over the horror of what was happening in Auschwitz and Treblinka— the same kind of linguistic covering-over that we would be doing if we insisted on calling our slipshod border facilities in Texas “containment centers” or inventing some other ridiculous term meant to trivialize the suffering of people separated from their families and made to sleep on concrete.

Republicans intuitively understand the power of language and good branding, which is why it’s so important to them that we not call these facilities what they are. But liberals, in a misguided attempt to protect the feelings of Jewish people, are arguing for the same thing. It illustrates perfectly what I’ve felt for a long time: that if you go far enough left, you end up on the right.

If you want to be truly precise, call the Nazi concentration camps what they were: death camps. The Nazi’s weren’t “concentrating” people, they were systematically killing them. The Japanese-American “internment” or “work” camps were concentration camps. And so are Trump’s camps at the border.

No one is calling the migrant situation a holocaust. Much less The Holocaust— it isn’t. Nor is it the Armenian Genocide. Or Cambodia. Or Darfur. But this is America, and our bar should be a lot higher than “NOT THE HOLOCAUST.”

This is a Republican talking point in disguise. Don’t buy into it. Don’t help them make it. Don’t think for a moment that this is about respecting or “not diluting” the suffering of Jewish people— do not be fooled. It’s about diluting the suffering that’s going on right now, to South American migrants, right here in the United States.

Never forget that not so long ago, Jews also made long journeys to The United States in droves. Never forget that there was a crack propaganda machine in place that convinced much of the world that we were criminals, parasites of society, and rapists. We were the “bad hombres.” Under Nazi law (before the war) Jewish men were not allowed to employ white women under 45 in their households or businesses. Do you even need to ask why?

Because of the Jew’s insatiable sexual appetite, of course. Jewish men were rapists. Animals. Diseased. They were a contaminant; a drain an otherwise healthy society and economy, and everything would be okay again once they were gone.

Do you recognize the rhetoric yet?

Never forget that people were fooled then, too, and not just in Europe. There was a healthy Nazi party alive at the time right here in America. Most importantly, never forget that many who tried to obtain asylum legally were turned away.

When I first visited the Holocaust memorial museum in Washington DC, I was most struck, of all things, by their motto: “Never again.” I was deeply moved by these words. To me that motto meant something. That my heritage had something to teach the world, forever. To me, the phrase meat that our people would serve as the world’s watchmen, to make sure that humanity never goes down that path again. Of ignorance. Of scapegoating. Of abuse. To any extent. It never occurred to me that “never again” could refer to just the Jewish people. To me it meant never againto any people.

Jews didn’t die by the millions so that we could think, when other peoples suffered, “my suffering was worse than your suffering.” Having this heritage doesn’t mean we should say “we’ve seen worse.” It means we can say we’ve seen this. We recognize other human beings people being treated as less than deserving of human dignity.

So don’t worry about our feelings about the past. Or about our feelings about the phrase “concentration camp.” Our feelings will survive. Worry about a real humanitarian crisis in our county. Women are being raped in custody (as is what happens in any concentration camp). Babies and children will face permanent psychological damage and trauma after undergoing family separation. Children have died in ICE custody for lack of sanitation and medical care. Many children, as a result of systemic incompetence, may never see their parents again.

No political ideal is worth that.

If you are of Jewish decent, you have relatives who left their home countries to survive— by any means they could; your family was likely shattered, broken up and separated by a racist regime built on the worst instincts of our human nature— the same instincts that inform the policy decisions of the Trump administration.

If there are strong and brave people in your family you’ve heard stories about, and wish you could have met, honor what their sacrifice taught us:

That people can see you as a thing. To be stripped of rights. To be put in this cage, or that line, or that facility. Your children taken from you. And all it takes is for the rest of the world to stand by in silence. So honor them now, and say it with me:

These are concentration camps too.

Author: Maria Jacqueline Hauser

Maria Jacqueline Hauser is a writer and Shakespeare scholar from Jackson, Mississippi.