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  • Writer's pictureAngela Barton

Oradour-sur-Glane 75 years on.

Today is 10th June and also the 75th anniversary of the massacre at Oradour-sur-Glane. Oradour was a beautiful small town in south-west France. It was peacefully isolated in the Charente countryside and even during WW2 it remained relatively untouched by the horrors of war. Oradour had schools, two hotels, a hairdresser, a baker, a butcher, a garage, a doctor’s surgery and cafés. It even had a tram system that carried townspeople to nearby Limoges. I list these things to clarify the scale of Oradour. This wasn’t a small hamlet; it was a thriving community as you can see from these old photographs.

Street scene of Oradour with towns people

As human beings we are capable of wondrous achievements and extraordinary kindness. The vast majority of us possess a conscience – a voice inside each of us that tells us what’s right and what’s wrong. Occasionally however, either through self-preservation, fear or mental instability, some people perpetrate such violence that it leaves the rest of us breathless; incapable of comprehending the magnitude of malevolence humans are capable of inflicting on others. One of these occasions took place on a sunny afternoon on 10th June 1944 when the Nazis drove into Oradour. Six hundred and forty-two people were killed. The town was looted and set alight.

Charles de Gaulle declared that the ruins must stay as a permanent national monument to the townspeople’s suffering. I've visited Oradour-sur-Glane four times. The first time left me horrified and tormented. Tormented not just because of what had taken place there, but because seventy-five years later, the buildings are crumbling, rusting and disappearing. Will people still remember in another seventy-five years time?

I felt compelled to help keep the memory alive and was desperate tell the story from a survivor’s viewpoint. I had to create an innocent and ordinary protagonist because I was going to place some terrible obstacles in front of her and she needed to grow in character, resilience and bravery. So I created Arlette, a twenty-year-old young woman who lives with her brother and father on the family farm. France was, and still is, a huge participant in the agricultural world economy so it seemed fitting to set my story in this rural location.

I’ve walked the roads of Oradour-sur-Glane many times in order to absorb the atmosphere and to witness first-hand the devastation that took place there. As you can imagine, I felt a weight of responsibility in writing about fictional characters living through a real atrocity. I wanted to honour the villagers' last hours with respect and honesty and knew that it was essential that I chose the right words and didn't glamourize this horrendous crime. The facts are true and based on first-hand accounts from several people who miraculously escaped on that day.

Arlette’s Story isn’t solely a story about war. For several years Arlette feels its reverberations but she also builds friendships, laughs, falls in love, enjoys family life, experiences adventures and lives her life positively despite challenges placed in her way. That is until the day she helps her grandmother into the family’s horse and trap and takes her back to Oradour-sur-Glane …

Peace in Oradour

Children playing in a field at Oradour

After 10th June 1944 - image

Cars rusting outside crumbling homes

Hours of devastation and years of decay at Oradour

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