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.

9 January 2016

Simone Lagrange



Simone Lagrange was imprisoned by Klaus Barbie before her 13th birthday. She was Jewish, and her parents had been involved in Resistance work. They were turned in by a neighbour and taken to Gestapo Headquarters in Lyon. In the video- an extract of Simone's confession at the trial of Klaus Barbie- she describes the mental and physical torture he inflicted on her during her imprisonment.

Barbie then deported Simone and her mother to Auschwitz in 1944. She hadn't seen her father since their initial imprisonment at this point. On 19th January 1945, Simone was being led in a march to Ravensbruck, another concentration camp in Germany. On this day, she saw her father within a group of men on a similar march. She describes this experience:
"An S.S. officer approached me and smiled. "Who is that?", he asked me, "is that your father?"
I was happy, broken with emotion, and in one breath I said "yes", because it was my dad.
"Do you want to hug him?" he asked.
I couldn't speak, I replied with a nod of my head. Smiling again, the officer motioned for my father to approach, while at the same time pushing me in his direction. Of course, I ran. My dad, meanwhile, held out his arms. That is when the S.S. officer, who had followed me up to him, made my father drop to his knees and shot him in the head. He did that here, right in front of my eyes! How can I describe my horror, my fear? My dear father was assassinated, coldly, while the war was coming to an end, struck down by a "man", a Nazi, perhaps a father himself..."