MY NAME IS SELMA

A harrowing memoir from “one of the few remaining Dutch Jewish survivors” of World War II.

With captivating and heartbreaking detail, van de Perre (b. 1922) shares her memories of the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands, offering “a testament to our fight against inhumanity.” Though the author enjoyed a happy childhood, in 1936, the Netherlands started taking in immigrants from Germany who “told troubling tales of National Socialism and what happened to people who renounced the Nazis.” At first, nobody paid much attention, but soon enough, German soldiers invaded and “beg[a]n to commit acts so horrific that I now struggle to believe they really happened, in spite of having experienced them myself.” As a child, being Jewish in Amsterdam never posed a problem. Her family wasn’t strictly observant, and people barely mentioned religious differences. While it may not have seemed significant at the time, “the fact that I didn’t look Jewish would later save my life.” By 1942, van de Perre was working for the resistance as a courier. For her own security, she bleached her hair and assumed a new name and identity, Margareta van der Kuit. Despite her subterfuge, however, she was arrested and put on a train to the female-only Ravensbrück concentration camp, where she was greeted by SS officers with whips. She was subjected to hard labor and meals consisting of watered-down coffee for breakfast and a thin slice of bread and soup (“water with a few blades of grass or cabbage”) for supper. Throughout her time at Ravensbrück, the author remained cautious and quiet, fearing that her true identity would be revealed. Due to perseverance and some good fortune, she managed to survive her brutal circumstances, which she ably conveys in a plainspoken, touching manner, displaying a sharp memory and acute sense of the gravity of her experiences. In April 1945, she was marched to freedom. Next came the task of picking up the pieces.

An incredible story of courage and compassion.