Anne Frank in 1940, while at 6. Montessorischool, Niersstraat 41-43, Amsterdam. (photo credit:PUBLIC DOMAIN)
ANNE FRANK WROTE HER LAST DIARY ENTRY ON THIS DAY
Jerusalem Post AUGUST 1, 2017
Coincedentally, the anniversary shares the same day this year as Tisha Be'av, a somber Jewish holiday commemorating the destruction of the ancient Temples in Jerusalem.
commemorates the destruction of the ancient Temples in Jerusalem.
Coincidentally, this year the somber fasting holiday shares the same Gregorian calendar date as
Coincidentally, this year the somber fasting holiday shares the same Gregorian calendar date as
another sad anniversary in Jewish history.
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August 1, 1944 was the date of Anne Frank's last diary entry. Frank wrote the diary during the
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August 1, 1944 was the date of Anne Frank's last diary entry. Frank wrote the diary during the
two-year period that her family hid in the attic of Opekta, her father Otto's former place of business,
in Amsterdam.
The Frank family went into hiding on June 12, 1942 and Anne began writing in her diary two days
later on the 14th. From June 14, 1942 to August 1, 1944, the teenager would document life inside
the attic in her diary, which she addressed to "Kitty," ultimately becoming one of the most complete
first-hand accounts of a Holocaust victim.
The original occupants of the attic were Anne, her older sister Margot, and their parents Otto and
Edith. Three members of the van Pels family -- Hermann, Auguste, and their son Peter -- and
Fritz Pfeffer, a German-born dentist, moved into the attic later in 1942.
Three days after her last diary entry, on August 4, 1944, German police entered the attic and arrested
Three days after her last diary entry, on August 4, 1944, German police entered the attic and arrested
all the occupants.
Anne and Margot were sent to the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp in Germany. Both died of
typhus shortly before the camp was liberated in 1945. The exact dates of their deaths are unknown.
Of the seven occupants of the attic, only Otto Frank survived. After the war, he devoted much of
Of the seven occupants of the attic, only Otto Frank survived. After the war, he devoted much of
his life to publishing his daughter's diary. The diary (published in English as The Diary of a
Young Girl) has been translated into over 60 languages and adapted into multiple award-winning
plays and films.
15-year-old Anne's entry from August 1, 1944 reads as follows:
Dearest Kitty,
"A bundle of contradictions" was the end of my previous letter and is the beginning of this one.
Can you please tell me exactly what "a bundle of contradictions" is? What does "contradiction"
mean? Like so many words, it can be interpreted in two ways: a contradiction imposed from
without and one imposed from within.
The former means not accepting other people's opinions, always knowing best, having the last
The former means not accepting other people's opinions, always knowing best, having the last
word; in short, all those unpleasant traits for which I'm known. The latter, for which I'm not
known, is my own secret.
As I've told you many times, I'm split in two. One side contains my exuberant cheerfulness,
my flippancy, my joy in life and, above all, my ability to appreciate the lighter side of things.
By that I mean not finding anything wrong with flirtations, a kiss, an embrace, an off-color joke.
This side of me is usually lying in wait to ambush the other one, which is much purer, deeper
and finer. No one knows Anne's better side, and that's why most people can't stand me.
Oh, I can be an amusing clown for an afternoon, but after that everyone's had enough of me to
last a month. Actually, I'm what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker – a mere diversion,
a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten: not bad, but not particularly good either.
I hate having to tell you this, but why shouldn't I admit it when I know it's true? My lighter,
I hate having to tell you this, but why shouldn't I admit it when I know it's true? My lighter,
more superficial side will always steal a march on the deeper side and therefore always win.
You can't imagine how often I've tried to push away this Anne, which is only half of what is
known as Anne-to beat her down, hide her. But it doesn't work, and I know why.
I'm afraid that people who know me as I usually am will discover I have another side, a better
and finer side. I'm afraid they'll mock me, think I'm ridiculous and sentimental and not take
me seriously. I'm used to not being taken seriously, but only the "light-hearted" Anne is used
to it and can put up with it; the "deeper" Anne is too weak. If I force the good Anne into the
spotlight for even fifteen minutes, she shuts up like a clam the moment she's called upon to
speak, and lets Anne number one do the talking. Before I realize it, she's disappeared.
So the nice Anne is never seen in company. She's never made a single appearance, though she
almost always takes the stage when I'm alone. I know exactly how I'd like to be, how I am…
on the inside. But unfortunately I'm only like that with myself. And perhaps that's why-no,
I'm sure that's the reason why I think of myself as happy on the inside and other people think
I'm happy on the outside. I'm guided by the pure Anne within, but on the outside I'm nothing
but a frolicsome little goat tugging at its tether.
As I've told you, what I say is not what I feel, which is why I have a reputation for being
boy-crazy as well as a flirt, a smart aleck and a reader of romances. The happy-go-lucky Anne
laughs, gives a flippant reply, shrugs her shoulders and pretends she doesn't give a darn. The
quiet Anne reacts in just the opposite way. If I'm being completely honest, I'll have to admit
that it does matter to me, that I'm trying very hard to change myself, but that I I'm always up
against a more powerful enemy.
A voice within me is sobbing, "You see, that's what's become of you. You're surrounded by
negative opinions, dismayed looks and mocking faces, people, who dislike you, and all because
you don't listen to the advice of your own better half."
Believe me, I'd like to listen, but it doesn't work, because if I'm quiet and serious, everyone
thinks I'm putting on a new act and I have to save myself with a joke, and then I'm not even
talking about my own family, who assume I must be sick, stuff me with aspirins and sedatives,
feel my neck and forehead to see if I have a temperature, ask about my bowel movements and
berate me for being in a bad mood, until I just can't keep it up anymore, because when everybody
starts hovering over me, I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside out,
the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside, and keep trying to find a way to
become what I'd like to be and what I could be if… if only there were no other people in the world.
Yours, Anne M. Frank
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