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Poster with Edith Stein. I took the photo in her cell in the St.
Placidus guest house.
Note the mirror image, which shows a photo gallery and the
entrance door.
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Seventy years ago, on August 9, 1942, the Nazis murdered
Edith Stein
in Auschwitz.
Yesterday, Elisabeth and I participated in a guided tour of Edith Stein's
traces in Freiburg.
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The stained-glass window in the choir ambulatory of the Freiburger
Münster.
Note in the back the Carmel mountains, in front the cross, the
seven-branched candelabrum,
and the evergreen Mediterranean cypress as a symbol of
eternal life.
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I won't go through the biography of that extraordinary woman; you may want to
read it on Wikipedia. Born as a Jew, she became an atheist during her studies.
While working as an assistant for the philosopher Edmund Husserl at Freiburg
University during the First World War, she experienced her Damascene
conversion.
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Here on Goethestraße 63, Edith Stein lived as Husserl's assistant from
1916 to 1917 in about 200 meters' distance from the professor's
house on Lorettostraße 40.
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When visiting the widow of one of her colleagues who had just fallen on the
Western Front, she did not meet a desperate woman but a lady comforted and
fortified by her Christian faith. Deeply disturbed, Edith looked further.
After reading the autobiography of the mystic
St. Teresa of Ávila, who, on her deathbed, ought to have said "
sin amor, todo es nada," Edith asked to be baptized Catholic. When she wanted to enter Teresa's Order of
the Carmelites immediately, the prior of the Abbey of Beuron convinced her not to hide her light in a Carmel but rather to serve the Catholic cause, e.g., as a teacher.
Edith, being a woman, had tried vainly to become a full professor during her
years with Husserl. In 1918, she relinquished her assistantship with him to
teach at the Dominican nuns' school in Speyer, where she continued her
philosophical studies to reconcile Husserl's phenomenology with
Thomism.
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An altarpiece in the cathedral of Speyer, names Edith Stein
a Jew, an atheist, a Christian, a Carmelite, and a martyr.
I took the photo in August 2011 when visiting the exhibition:
The Saliens.
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In the fall of 1931, she left Speyer and returned to Freiburg to resume work
on her habilitation treatise at the philosophical faculty. Now she
lived in a small room under the roof of the guesthouse St.
Placidus of the monastery St. Lioba in Günterstal, participating as closely as
possible in the nuns' daily lives.
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Commemorative plate at the entrance to St. Placidus guest house at Günterstal
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Sister Placida, her mentor, remembered:
When I visited her in her cell in the early evening hours, I was always
astonished to find not too many books. It was the crucifix above her desk that taught her ultimate knowledge. One evening, she looked up at the
crucified King of the Jews and sighed: How much will my people have to
suffer. I was stunned, but considering the mounting hate against the Jews, a
thought flashed through my mind: Edith will make herself a sin offering for
her people.
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Edith Stein's desk in her cell at the St. Placidus guest house.
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In 1932 Edith took up an appointment as a lecturer at the Institute for
Pedagogy in Münster, Westphalia, but following anti-Semitic legislation passed
by the Nazi government in 1933, she, being a Jew, resigned not to damage the
reputation of her institute. When a letter she had sent to the pope deploring
the inhuman Nazi regime in Germany remained unanswered, Edith considered that
she was of no use anymore in this world and entered the Discalced Carmelite
monastery
St. Maria vom Frieden (Our Lady of Peace) at Cologne in
October 1933. She took the name
Teresia Benedicta a Cruce (Teresia
Benedicta of the Cross).
Following her arrest in a Dutch Carmel on October 2, 1942, a Gestapo henchman
asked her about her confession. She answered
Catholic, but he retorted:
You are just a Jew. When a train took her to her final destiny five
days later, Edith confessed:
I shall die for my people.
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Commemorative stone in Freiburg's university church.
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