My Project

I am developing this blog as my presentation for the Scottish Baccalaureate. As a feminist, I have always been interested in women's side of history, a side which is often overlooked and forgotten about. When first thinking about the French Resistance I knew names such as Charles De Gaulle, Jean Moulin or Raymond Aubrac; surely women had to have been a part of this movement too? I worked on the assumption that because men lead the battles, the physical confrontations, that women must have played the underground roles. I began my research online, discovering that the majority of women's stories from this time were available exclusively in French, though overall the most talked about stories of Resistance action remained those of the men. After exploring the scarce internet resources, I went to Lyon, the Resistance centre of World War Two France. I have explored the archives of Centre d'Histoire de la Résistance, and Montluc Prison in Lyon to find the stories featured. Upon returning to Scotland, I have begun translation work to allow these French stories to be shared with the rest of the world. These women played diverse roles in the Resistance movement: they hid escaped prisoners; they delivered messages; they recruited agents; they distributed propaganda; they were brave fighters and their stories deserve to be told.

8 January 2016

Hélène Elek

“When Joseph [friend of Hélène] died, Henriette [Serge’s mother] lived with her resistance comrade, Edgar, with who she worked with too. She was expecting another child, they both continued in their resistance work, and I took Serge with me. Edgar and Henriette were arrested together. Henriette was taken to Drancy, and there to a concentration camp, where she was put directly into a gas chamber because she was in her last month of pregnancy. She was 26, 27 years old, a beautiful young woman; she was so beautiful. Henriette didn’t come back, Serge was left alone. I moved him everywhere in hiding for six months. He was three and a half, beautiful, intelligent, and marvellous. I loved him. He played at the edge of the bed, and below there were grenades, a gun, a bit of everything. I didn’t sleep very well, you know. I was afraid of everything which kills men. See, when I started to organise the resistance, I said: “Just about anything, but I do not kill anyone, do not count on me to kill men.” They understood me: “You can be very useful without killing anyone; we will not ask that of you.” Women if they want, we are not against it, but if you don’t want to, you will do other things.” I wanted to keep Serge, as I had sworn to Joseph. I discussed this with Henriette’s two sisters when they came back, but they wanted to take him away. I don’t know what became of him, that child.”