Abstract

For a long time people who have witnessed the Shoah have been considered as documents or sources on the basis of which constructing a building that they cannot more inhabit; or, in a opposite vein, they have been sacralised by a religious, impolitic listening, that feeds an Auschwitz metaphysics capable of erasing the responsibilities while singing psalms to the memory’s duties. Pressed by the impossible claim of giving themselves “authentically” and, at the same time, getting out of the way to the construction of the “historiographical truth”, called into question in the manners and contents of their repeating the same story, the witness has become a paradoxical character. But they are also capable, in a beneficial reversal, of showing us something concerning our own rhetoric and making us think upon respect as a political category: what is it, in fact, that produces a society incapable of respecting the witnesses of its own extreme end?