Today 75 years ago!
The strong belief of these Jutlanders that justice and freedom cannot be
bent, their belief that nations are not founded on fear of an occupying
power made them a part of a new movement, a resistance movement, which might
not be impressive in numbers, but its significance was and is invaluable,
not least regarding posterity’s
view of our fellow countrymen during the 5 evil years.
We
tell the story of these brave men and women in our area time and again in
order to bring the past to eye level with us, because we recognize that no
man is without responsibility for the world we share. We are never without
guilt and responsibility – whether we act or abstain from action we are
important to each other, to the country, and to the people.
In
the shadow of the policy of collaboration the ones we today know as the
Hvidsten Cell were living in Hvidsten, Gassum, Spentrup and other places
nearby.
They were not persuaded to calm down and settle down by worried politicians.
They involved themselves in the
resistance and above all they contributed to saving the self-respect and
reputation of Denmark.
The 8 men whose urns were taken from Ryvangen to this place, paid the
ultimate price, or as one of the group writes in his farewell letter, “Some
must give their lives so that others may live.”
We
will remember their courage by including the past into the present so that
we remember that we never stand only on our own unsteady legs but on the
shoulders of those who fought, defied peril and death, and paid the ultimate
price.
The 8 from the Hvidsten Cell lost their lives and their families lost them.
As a guest at the inn once wrote on a scrap of paper as a greeting to Gudrun
Fiil,
“Strong were those who fought, stronger the one who suffered.”
In
our area both the loss and the pride in the courage of the lost ones are
borne in the families and in the local community.
In
this memorial garden and in the churchyards they lie giving evidence of
courage and will, of faith and loyalty to the country that was theirs once
and and is ours today.
Here in Hvidsten in the Parish of Gassum we are honoured that Her Majesty
Queen Margrethe, the Danish Home Guard, the Bishop of the Diocese of Aarhus,
our Mayor and many others, together with descendants of the Hvidsten Cell,
participate in this commemoration as part of the local tradition of
remembering and honouring the cell, here and in the church.
The wreath-laying ceremony here and the subsequent memorial service in the
Gassum Church is our local contribution to keep the story alive, present and
relevant, and at the same time to show the surviving relatives that deep in
the soul of the Danish people we still know that a people is not created
unless some sacrifice themselves.
These 8 and their companions knew that, and that is why, during their
captivity, they read in the bible which is now on the altar in the Gassum
Church. They did that when they needed comfort, when they feared, when they
hoped. That is why they fortified themselves by the hymn we are going to
sing now remembering them,
Fight for all that you hold dear,
We will remember them.
*) See
the full text from
HYMNS IN ENGLISH translated by
Edward Broadbridge.29
June 2019 - 75 years after the execution of 8
men from the Hvidsten Cell. På
dansk
Updated:
16 JUL 2019
Speech by vicar Peter Ulvsgaard right after the last wreath laid in the
memorial garden in Hvidsten. see photo from the speech.
At early dawn in Ryvangen 8 men from this village
and this area became the victims of the cruel ideology that had then subdued
great parts of the world and deprived millions of their lives and humanity.
When we
commemorate the Hvidsten Cell here today, both the 8 who were killed – and
those who survived with scars on their souls and molested minds, the place
is important, - it was here a little down Mariagervej, at the inn, that the
first contact was established. It was here the group gathered, and they went
out from here when Allied planes dropped weapons for the Danish resistance.
die, if that be fitter!
Life is then
not full of fear,
nor is death so bitter.
*)