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About the Author
Kip Wilson is the author of White Rose, which won the Malka Penn Award for Human Rights in Children’s Literature, and the Poetry Editor of the Young Adult Review Network. She has a Ph.D. in German Literature. She is also the winner of the PEN/New England Susan P. Bloom Discovery Award and her work has appeared in several children's literary magazines. She lives in Boston, MA. Find her online at www.kipwilsonwrites.com, on Twitter @kiperoo, and on Instagram @kipwilsonwrites.
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FEBRUARY 18, 1943
The cars screech to a halt, officers pull us out by the arms, haul us inside and off to separate rooms, my heartbeat pounding all the while,boom-boom,boom-boom.
They swing the door shut, unlock my handcuffs, order me to sit, rush about with coats, hats, cases, papers as I try not to give in to the overwhelming, sickening knowledge spreading through me: the two of us are trapped in this net because of me.Boom-boom,boom-boom.
I take a deep breath and prepare to fight for our lives.
I carefully blend a cupful of lies into the bucket of truth spread out in front of me as Herr Mohr shoots question after question, trying to catch me off-guard.
Fräulein Scholl, why were you carrying an empty suitcase with you to the university?
So I could pick up clean laundryfrom home.
And why were you at the university if you were planning to head to Ulm?
So I could let my friend Gisela knowI couldn’t meet her for lunch after all.
Why were you and your brother in the corridor upstairs?
So I could show him the Psychological Institutewhere I take classes.
His eyes narrow, his voice icy, Herr Mohr is good at this, but he doesn’t know that I’m good, too.Boom-boom,boom-boom.
My voice sounds so calm telling these lies, I barely recognize the words as my own.