remembering and re-membering the pink triangle

remembering and re-membering the pink triangle

The reflections below are by Terence Weldon and Kittredge Cherry from Terence’s Queering the Church.  On this day and every day, may we remember and re-member our history…ensuring that in our honoring  we remember the voices, lives, and experiences of all who have radically, prophetically lived and loved beyond the norm–those whose names we know and those whom we don’t know.  The life of this anonymous queer priest who was martyred during the Holocaust (one of many) is an enduring and powerful reminder of how the pink triangle used to dehumanize queer people by marking them for death has been transformed into a sign, symbol, banner, and reminder of resilience and fearlessness in the face of oppression.  This is the legacy we have inherited, though it is painful it is also a powerful  testament that in our struggle we are never alone; there is a family of witnesses who journey with us.  

Sadly, queer people continue to be persecuted in their homes, communities, churches, and countries…many have been marked with the pink triangle and have suffered suicide, hate-crimes, gay-bashing, spiritual violence, and even capital punishment because being and expressing who they are is a perceived threat that needs to be eliminated.   As we re-member our whole history as queer people, both the tragic and the celebratory, may the pink triangle not be a gimmick but an embodiment of our ongoing commitment to live and love beyond the norm.

All pink triangle people who have been silenced…presente!!! 

Holocaust Memorial Day.

On facebook yesterday, at the page for the  ”Soho Masses Community” group, Trish Fowlie wrote:

Let us remember Holocaust Memorial Day tomorrow (that is, Sunday 27th). I attended a service at an Anglican Church today, and was pleased that the minister had responded to my request to include the Men with the Pink Triangle in the prayers.

Let us remember, indeed. I offer for your consideration today, a posts on this theme that I have published previously, and another by Kittredge Cherry, at Jesus in Love.

It is in recognition of the significance of this gay holocaust in our collective memory, that the pink triangle has become such a potent symbol of our continuing struggle for full equality and inclusion in society – and why I developed, as my own symbol of the struggle for inclusion and equality in church, this adaptation:

The Priest With the Pink Triangle.

January 18, 2010


For the first post in my “queer modern heroes” series, I begin with someone most people have never heard of. (I’m not sure anyone even knows his name.) I begin with him because he represents a double martyrdom, martyred for his orientation, and also martyred for his faith. I choose him also precisely because he is anonymous,  reminding us that in our own way, we are all called to our own  heroism in the face of persecution, all called to be “martyrs” in the true, original sense – as witnesses to truth. I read this story in John McNeill’s “Taking a Chance on God“: McNeill got the story from Heinz Heger.  These are McNeill’s words:

“I would like to end this reflection on the mature life of faith with the eyewitness account of a gay priest who was beaten to death in a German concentration camp during World War II because he refused to stop praying or to express contempt for himself. The story is recounted by Heinz Heger in his book “The Men With the Pink Triangle, in which he he recalls what took place in the special concentration camp for gay men in Sachsenhausen (Sachsenhausen was a “level 3″ camp where prisoners were deliberately worked to death):

“Homosexual” prisoners in Sachsenhausen

Toward the end of February, 1940, a priest arrived in our block, a man some 60 years of age, tall and with distinguished features.  We alter discovered that he came from Sudetenland, from an aristocratic German family.

He found the torment of the arrival procedure especially trying, particularly the long wait naked and barefoot outside the block. When his tonsure was discovered after the shower, the SS corporal in charge took up a razor and said “I’ll go to work on this one myself, and extend his tonsure a bit.” And he saved the priest’s head with the razor, taking little trouble to avoid cutting the scalp.  quite the contrary.

The priest returned to the day-room of our lock with his head cut open and blood streaming down.  His face was ashen and his eyes stared uncomprehendingly into the distance.  He sat down on a bench, folded his hands in his lap and said softly, more to himself than to anyone else:  “And yet man is good, he is a creature of God!”

I was sitting beside him, and said softly but firmly: “Not all men; there are also beasts in human form, whom the devil must have made.”

The priest paid no attention to my words, he just prayed silently, merely moving his lips.  I was deeply moved, even though I was by then already numbed by all the suffering I had see, and indeed experienced myself. But I had always had a great respect for priests, so that his silent prayer, this mute appeal to God, whom he called upon for help and strength in his bodily pain and mental torment, went straight to my heart.

Our block Capo, however, a repulsive and brutal “green”, must have reported the priest’s praying to the SS, for our block-sergeant suddenly burst into the day-room accompanied by a second NCO, seizing the terrified priest from the bench and punching and insulting him. The priest bore the beating and abuse without complaint, and just stared at te two SS men with wide, astonished eyes. This must simply have made them angrier, for they now took one of the benches and tied the priest to it.

They started to beat him indiscriminately with their sticks, on his stomach, his belly and his sexual organs.  They seemed to get more and more ecstatic, and gloated: “We’ll drive the praying out of you! You bum-fucker! bum-fucker!”

The priest collapsed into unconsciousness, was shaken awake and then fell unconscious again.

Finally the two SS sadists ceased their blows and left the day-room, though not without scornfully calling back to the man they had now destroyed.: “OK, you randy old rat-bag, you can piss with your arse-hole in future.”

The priest just rattled and groaned. We released him and laid him on his bed. He tried to raise his hand in thanks, but he hadn’t the strength, and his voice gave out when he tried to say “thank you.” He just lay without stirring, his eyes open, each movement contorting his face with pain.

I felt I was witnessing the crucifixion of of Christ in modern guise.Instead of Roman soldiers, Hitler’s SS thugs, and a bench instead of a cross. The torment of the Saviour, however, was scarcely greater than that inflicted on one of his representatives nineteen hundred years later here in Sachsenhausen.

The next morning, when we marched to the parade ground, we had almost to carry the priest, who seemed about to collapse again from pain and weakness. When our block senior reported to the SS block sergeant, the latter came over to the priest and shouted “You filthy queer, you filthy swine, say what you are!” The priest was supposed to repeat the insults, but no sound came from the lips of  the broken man.The SS man angrily fell on him and was about to start beating him once again.

Suddenly the unimaginable happened, something that is still inexplicable to me and that I cold only see as a miracle, the finger of God.

From the overcast sky, a sudden ray of sunshine that illumined the priest’s battered face.

Out of the thousands of assembled prisoners, only him, and at the very moment when he was going to be beaten again.  There was a remarkable silence, and all present stared up fixedly at the sky, astonished by what had happened.The SS sergeant himself looked up at the clouds in wonder for a few seconds, then let his hand, raised for a beating, sink slowly to his side, and walked wordlessly away to take up his position at the end of his ranks.

The priest bowed his head and murmured with a dying voice:”Thank you Lord……..I know that my time has come.”

He was still with us for the evening parade.  But we no loner needed to carry him, we laid him down at the end of the line with the other dead of the day, so that our numbers should be complete for the roll-call – no matter whether living or dead.

It is a constant theme running through “Taking a Chance on God” that it is not possible to separate sound theology from sound psychology – and that self-hatred cannot be sound psychology.  It follows that to see ourselves as  “dirty”, “filthy swine”, or somehow “disordered”, no matter what some church spokesmen might say, cannot be sound theology. A second theme, made explicit in the title, is that in the face of persecution (by Church or by state), it is important to remember that this is not God speaking, but man. It is unlikely that we will ourselves ever have to face the extremity that befell the priest with the pink triangle.  However, in facing our own lesser trials, we would still do well to follow his example.  Hold fast to the recognition that we are all created by God, who does not make mistakes:  and develop through an active prayer life, our own direct experience of God. Once that has been attained, as Karl Rahner has pointed out, nothing said by the Church can harm us.

McNeill concludes his chapter on developing a mature faith life with these important words and a prayer:

We gays and lesbians have a model and a patron in this anonymous priest who was martyred because he dared to be both gay and a man of prayer…Almighty God, help us, your lesbian daughters and gay sons, to  grow and mature in our faith. Free us from the spirit of fear and cowardice. Grant that all the suffering and pain experienced in the past by those who were persecuted because they were gay or lesbian will not have been in vain, but will help win for us and for all our people in the future the grace of true liberation.  Fill our hearts with a deep awareness of your love for us so that we may be free to love one another in a spirit of gratitude.  Amen.” 

This day is commemorated on different dates in the UK, and the USA. From the other side of the Atlantic, for the American remembrance day in April, Kittredge Cherry reminded us at Jesus in Love:

Holocaust Remembrance: We All Wear the Triangle

Holy Priest Anonymous one of Sachsenhausen By William Hart McNichols ©

On Holocaust Remembrance Day we recall the genocide of 6 million Jews in state-sponsored extermination by Nazi Germany during World War II. The Nazis also murdered millions of people in other groups, including thousands of gay men and lesbians. Holocaust Remembrance Day, also known as Yom HaShoah, is April 11 this year.

One of those killed was an anonymous 60-year-old gay priest who died at the concentration camp in Sachsenhausen, Germany in 1940. Heinz Heger gives an eyewitness account in his book, “The Men with the Pink Triangle.” The priest was brutally beaten and tortured, and yet there was a moment of grace when a narrow beam of sunlight shone on the priest’s face. For a detailed account, visit:

The gay priest is honored in the icon above, “Holy Priest Anonymous one of Sachsenhausen” by Father William Hart McNichols, a renowned iconographer and Roman Catholic priest based in New Mexico.

feature image found at (book cover to Ken Setterington’s What Is the Pink Triangle?)


About delfinwaldemar

i am a native of miami, fl and i am of cuban and salvadoran heritage. i am a social worker and queer theologian who is passionate about engaging the intersections of religion, sexuality, race/ethnicity, and justice—specifically around lgbtq issues. i have a master in divinity as well as a master of social work. as an activist scholar of faith, i am interested in creating spaces where individuals and communities are safe and challenged to explore identity, expression, gender, and orientation in their complexities. i enjoy cooking, eating, laughing, writing, photography, eating more, “queerying” theology, and spending time with family and friends--especially my dearly beloved (while also driving him crazy). my approach to life is rooted in la lucha (the struggle)—lifting up our stories and experiences to inspire creative and authentic conversations and actions that thrive outside boxes transgressing dominant narratives. i hope this space will provide folks who feel isolated or disconnected from communities, especially religious one, an opportunity to wrestle and reconnect and re-member and simply be with the sacred. being raised roman catholic, i have felt marginalized and alone because of who i am within my church community--my queerness bars me from being able to pursue ordination and so this blog will be a space for me to share my journey of faith through homilies, pictures, liturgies, rants, prayer is that this space become a pulpit and sanctuary, a new way of living into our call to radical holiness juntos...a place where you, me, G-d will caminar juntos y juntas en la lucha. Amen.

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