1993 Roper Poll
On April 19, 1993, the American Jewish Committee released the latest survey on Americans' knowledge of the Holocaust. The poll was taken by the Roper organization which interviewed 993 adults and 506 high school students.
More than 1 in 5 Americans said it is possible the Holocaust never happened.
65% of adults and 71% of high school students could not recognize the correct number of Jewish people killed in the Holocaust.
38% of adults and 51% of high school students could not identify Auschwitz,
Dachau, and Treblinka as concentration camps.
22% of adults and 20% of high school students said it seems possible that the
Nazi extermination of Jews never happened.

Country
Percentage of the Jewish
Number of Jews Murdered
Population They Made Up
Austria 40,000 20%
Belguim
Czechoslovakia
Denmark
Estonia
France
Germany
Greece
Hungary
Italy
Latvia
Lithuania
Luxembourg
Netherlands
Poland
Romania
Soviet Union
Yugoslavia
40,000
315,000
130
1,500
90,000
170,000
60,000
200,000
8,000
80,000
217,000
700
105,000
2,850,000
425,000
1,252,000
60,000
16%
84%
97%
23%
75%
88%
50%
44%
80%
67%
88%
2%
33%
30%
32%
80%
50%

I cry for all those who suffered during the
Holocaust.
I cry for all of the innocent children who died in the gas chambers.
I cry for the mothers who saw their babies dying in the arms of strangers.
I cry for the husbands separated from their wives, and fathers separated from their children.
I cry for those left to die under a pile of corpses.
I cry because no one cared.
I cry for those who died of starvation, disease, and lack of hope.
I cry because life no longer had any meaning.
I cry for those who gave up themselves, their family, and the world.
I cry for those who no longer believed there was God above.
I cry because people want to forget the
Holocaust ever existed.

Winter had come; the earth lay frozen,
To be in Terezin, we had not chosen.
Snow covered up blight with a veil,
Bad times for hardy; worse for the frail.
Mama had gotten some valuable jewels,
Endangered her life by breaking the rules.
She entered the cellars during camp's curfew,
Rumors abounded of our block's inspection,
We must conceal them before their detection.
In the rubbish Papa found an old suitcase,
There wasn't one minute to waste in this race.
His ingenuity produced a master plan,
A spot under rag heap that no one would scan.
He threw them all into the cavernous box,
To keep them safe, despite broken locks.

He peered out the door the time was right -
And ran with the treasure through the night.
One must not hesitate, be fearful, or stall,
Running on icy snow soon made him fall.
The suitcase opened, its contents all around,
Cushioned by the snow, not making a sound.
They lay like gems in a store on display,
Their contrasting hue made
Placing the valuables in the chosen spot,
A deserted place that everyone forgot.
Nervously, we awaited
Papa's quick return,
His safety our chief worry and concern.
The door opened, his mission a success,
Next day's search would bring much distress.
In a few days the coast was clear,
We would again have our