To Doctor, With Love

Dear Dr. Josef Mengele,


You may not really know who I am seeing as I write to you for the first time. Firstly, let me introduce myself, my name is Aston and I am currently residing in Cardiff. I write to you regarding the devious acts you have committed during your existence on earth. Your exploits in this world have been legendary, if not unnecessary.

Coming out of Munich, you were certainly proud of your achievements, I cannot blame you; even I would be attaining a Ph.D. Multiple opportunities have been opened before your eyes. With the brilliance that you possess, you could have easily spent your life cogitating on the cure for AIDS, looking into developing ways to protect humanity from deadly viruses and agents of malicious bacteria or maybe even indulge in various medical tests to help technological breakthroughs and put Luddite philosophies to rest or maybe even help rid the world of misconceptions/advantage of wars and educate people on the sanctity of human life. Unfortunately you chose a path that seemingly were equal opposites of those that could’ve been.

You decided to serve your country in war; I salute you in protecting the name of your country though I may be against wars. Patriotism is good if it’s not blind. Being injured in combat must’ve broken your spirit, receiving the report of being ‘unfit for combat’ must’ve been quite disheartening but surviving the war must’ve been the greatest gift you could have ever hoped for, I nonetheless beg to differ on that point and wish that you could’ve been extinguished.

Being quickly recognized for your immense skill in medicine, your leaders were quick to promote you and have you sent to their special facility in Auschwitz, south of Poland. You must’ve felt sad being thrown away into a lonely encampment with tens and thousands of “prisoners” while you thought to yourself, “What will I do with my medical expertise and these prisoners?”

Arriving there, I’m sure a man of your stature, it would’ve been easy to put two and two together and synthesize an idea of iniquity and sadism. You could’ve ignored your orders and made your escape, you could’ve even taken your own life but you chose to decide the lives of 400,000 people.

Your experiments were vicious, unethical, barbaric and sickening. It dumbfounds me how you can stand there and watch innocent children torment at your hands; children who were uncorrupted, who knew nothing of the world, who prayed for the safety of their family and themselves, children who just wanted to live another day just to see the light of day. I would think, your were doing this for your country maybe, perhaps it was done to enlighten yourself on human endurance, perhaps you had an unidentified form of god-complex and you figured you were just opening a gateway to the next level in human evolution, perhaps you had no value for human life, perhaps you were insane, maybe you were abused as a child and suffer from a case of ‘diminished responsibility’, what the matter is we will never know, but what I do know is your flagrant acts done surreptitiously deserve condemnation of the highest order.

Mass gassing, sewing up two different human beings veins together, injecting chemicals into children’s eyes to change eye color and performing revolting amputations seemed to have been just some of your everyday activities. It’s sad that a man so bright and talented wasted his entire life on infamy and meretricious fame.

So the war was over and you realize you and your government had lost, so you move to Argentina, considered the next promised land; a land of peace and tranquility. It’s indeed an irony that you worked as a toy maker in Argentina. Once piecing together various body joints, now you piece together ornaments to make toys for the little ones. The irony in itself is sickening.

40 years on, you remain alive, unscathed and unharmed while your friends most notably Adolf Eichmann (the train man) was apprehended by the Mossad. So you decided to take a swim one day in the ocean to cleanse yourself from the grime and scum you’ve bathe yourself in thus far in your life. I hope during those final and last moments you swam on the wide open sea diagonally adjacent to the continent where you extinguished the hopes and dreams of many, that you realize your ill defined goals and the sickness and death you brought upon many. If you didn’t, then I hope you had a death most violent and painful, being hit with a stroke, crippled in the middle of the ocean while being disoriented amidst the frigid waters and extinguishing your last heavy and grasping breath.

Perhaps you still remain proud seeing songs named after you and your very famous nickname ‘Angel of Death’, what more of the various Neo- groups which worship your acts and strive upon your “victories”. I cannot help but feel sorry for these people and their complacence in realizing that you alone Doctor, are a blemish to humanity; that of which everyone wanted dead and I especially so, am glad that you are.




Love,
Aston