Showing more posts with label Tales of the Holohoax. Show older posts
Showing more posts with label Tales of the Holohoax. Show older posts

Friday, December 4, 2009

Yanina Cywinska's Holy Hoax tale-"Nazis paraded around briefcases and lamps made of human skin while washing their bodies with soap from Jewish bone"


Yanina has much more to her Holy Hoax fable than covered in the previously posted article on her story. Her fairytale is certainly one of the all time greats.

With a story similar to that of legendary Holohoaxer Rivka Yosselevska, Yanina says she was covered by dead bodies from mass executions in a pit, and somehow crawled out alive.

She claims that she saw jewish mothers and fathers kill their own children to prevent them from dying at the hands of Germans. So, in other words, the jews were holocausting themselves.

Yanina says she "witnessed" the Nazis "parade around briefcases and lamps made of human skin while washing their bodies with soap composed of Jewish bone".

She also claims she was a worker in a ward where the Nazis were conducting a macabre experiment in which they "pulled nails and eyes out of Jewish people."

Poor Yanina wondered, "If God is so almighty power, why didn't he stop the atrocities?"

Cywinska now

Yanina Cywinska was 16 when she was liberated


Holocaust survivor finds irony in her survival

By LaTasha Monique
Monday, April 23, 2007
SolanoTempest.net

"They came in, emptied the house into several trucks before they burned the house down," said Holocaust survivor Yanina Cywinska during a presentation she gave recently at Solano Community College hosted by the Ethnic Studies Department.

Then 10 year old aspiring ballerina Cywinska still remembers the harsh words like yesterday as she tells how her family was forced to watch as the Nazi's burned down her home.

"'Get out, you vermin of the earth, Jew lover,' they told us," she said Shoved into a wagon, Cywinska and her family would be left for several days in a dungeon with no food or water. Dreaming of the pretty pink and blue Easter dress her mother had made for her, Cywinska would be awaken and dragged outside and given a shovel to dig ditches.

"There was no beginning and no end to each person. There were rows and rows of us," explained Cywinska as she spoke about her first time escaping death.

The prisoners were lined up with their backs to the ditch. Cywinska recalls trying to help a woman who was in danger of falling in just as she heard the sound of rifles going off.

"The machine gun went off and I was lying underneath a lot of bodies," she said.

Knocked into the ditch by the now lifeless body of the woman she was trying to help,
Cywinska found herself covered with body parts and feeling like she would never escape.

"The more I tried to get out, the more I couldn't get out," she said. Crawling on her "hands and knees like a dog," Cywinska found strength in the faint sound of harmonica music to stack the mutilated bodies high enough to get out
.

Eventually found and returned to the Nazis, Cywinska reunited with her family just in time to be moved to a new location.

"We were packed so tight in cattle cars, they would faint standing up," she said.

The ride to the unknown destination forced Cywinska to watch mothers and fathers take the lives of their own children to prevent them from dying at the hands of Nazi's.

"Just behave yourself, work makes you free," said her father reading the words above the gate that led them into a Polish concentration camp called Auschwitz.

Told to strip and step into what appeared to be an enormous shower room, Cywinska recalls the panic she felt as the overcrowded room separated her from her family.

"Everything will be fine," she recalls her father's last words and touch as he felt through the crowd and grabbed her hand.

"It was not a shower, it was gas," she said. "And the Nazis watched through a window."

Watching Nazis parade around briefcases and lamps made of human skin while washing their bodies with soap composed of Jewish bone, Cywinska admits she found herself talking to god but questioning his presence.

"If God is so almighty power, why didn't he stop the atrocities?" she wondered not just for herself but for all people adding, "What did the black person ever do to you? It's sick," she concluded
.

Put to work in an experimental ward that tested "how much stress a human could take," by pulling the nails and eyes out of Jewish people, Cywinska couldn't help but to feel compassion as she "clean the brains and blood" of the bodies of the innocent victims.

With the news of America rescue, Cywinska found herself marching with thousands of others towards Dachau for mass destruction.

"'Marsch'...they kept telling us. We were tired and hungry," she said.

Once at Dachau, the women were lined up and blind folded to the sound of guns cocking. Cywinska was sure she would die this time when she heard a loud noise and then gun fire.

"Macht schnell, rause." Cywinska repeated the words she heard as she admits to trying to escape herself.

Blindfold off, Cywinska was faced with a small Japanese man jumping up and down she was still not sure of her fate.

"It was the Japanese, the Nisei. They liberated us," she said.

The segregated 442nd Field Artillery Battalion had come to their aid making this rescue both heroic and ironic.

"To prove their citizenship to America while their parents were in camps here, we were liberated," she said.

"I was there six years," she said admitting that the many times she escaped death was a bit more than coincidence. "It was my blue eyes and blonde hair."

Cywinska says it took her time to be "normal" again but is glad she now has the opportunity to talk to young children about her experiences.

Being ever so grateful for the intrusions of American power during the Holocaust and feeling that the people of Iraq are just as grateful. Cywinska encourages all who hear her story to, "Get up there and fix it, its time to fix it."


Oh, and Yanina also has a book out you can buy, "Sugar Plum Nut: Triumph of the Spirit".



Do you believe Yanina's story?
Yes. It's endorsed by the corporate media and a book publishing company.
No. But I got a good laugh out of the part about the jewish bone soap.
  
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Thursday, December 3, 2009

Lola Rein Kaufman's Hoaxacaust Fable - Hid with 3 other jews in a 6ft x 4ft hole in the ground for 9 months

Lola has a book for sale, "The Hidden Girl A True Story of the Holocaust" [1]



Lola shares her story to fight against "the supremacist haters."

Holocaust survivor stunned by attack on memorial to millions of slaughtered innocents

Michael Daly
Thursday, June 11th 2009
NY Daily News

In the collection of the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum is a beautifully embroidered dress donated by a New York woman who wore it as a child as she hid for nine months in a hole from the Nazis.

Her name is Lola Rein Kaufman, and she was baby-sitting her 3-year-old grandson when news reached her that murderous hate had announced itself anew in the form of gunfire at the Washington memorial to millions of slaughtered innocents, among them her father and the mother who embroidered the dress.

"You must be kidding," the 74-year-old Kaufman said. "Oh, my God."

She was shocked, even though she knew that such evil has persisted long after the fall of the Third Reich.

"I know it's out there," she said.

She had come to a conclusion about haters, be they the ones who murdered her parents or 88-year-old James von Brunn, who went into the Holocaust museum on Wednesday with a rifle and began shooting, killing a security guard before he was shot.

She had her own encounter with murderous haters at age 7, when the Germans arrived in her Polish town. Her father, Yidl Rein, was beaten to death. Her mother, Dwojra, was shot on Purim.

Her maternal grandmother survived long enough to give Kaufman a cup with a false bottom containing money and arrange for her to meet a Gentile woman under a bridge. The woman arranged for Kaufman to hide with three other Jews in a 6-by-4-foot hole dug in the floor of a root cellar.

"It was like being buried alive," she recalled Wednesday.


When she was liberated, she still wore her only clothing, the embroidered dress her mother had made, thick with dirt and lice, but the beautiful design and stitching still a sole memento of lost love and tenderness.

"I had no pictures, I had no nothing," she said.

She cleaned the dress and kept it on the long journey that ended in New York. She became a member of the Holocaust museum when it opened and got a letter seeking artifacts.

"I said to myself, 'You know, this dress is hanging in the closet,'" she recalled.

A museum representative traveled to New York to interview her. She began to explain the origins of the dress and told a story she had never told even to her three children.

"I never talked," she said.

Any stitching that had come loose during the months in the hole and the years since was carefully restored by the museum's conservators.

"A silent witness," the museum called it.

The dress and hundreds of other artifacts were bearing silent witness at the museum when the gunshots rang out Wednesday. The medics who rushed the wounded supremacist killer to the hospital were African-American.

News of the shooting reached Kaufman just after her daughter dropped off the grandson. He was making happy sounds in the background as Kaufman spoke to a reporter of what she had learned of murderous losers. She had found that the best response for those who survive is to embrace what makes you a true winner.

"I am not a complainer to begin with," she said. "I have nothing to complain about. I'm not hungry, I'm not cold. I have three children. I have four grandchildren."

She added, "I am not a person that needs bigger and better. I have what I never had in my life. I'm so satisfied."

Then, as the TV news reported all the details of the hate-driven shooting at the museum, she went back to her grandson.

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http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/2009/06/11/2009-06-11_beauty_in_face_of_evil.html

Read more about Lola's story via the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Sol Lurie's unbelievable Holotale - Went back to Germany in 1952, miraculously stumbled upon chain and good luck charm he lost during WWII

Sol says he spend five years in six different concentration camps in Europe. The Germans tried their best to exterminate him, but he just had too many miracles come his way.

He claims that a German killed his cousin's baby by tossing it in the air and catching it on a bayonet (reincarnation of World War One "bayoneting babies" propaganda?), and that he hid from the Germans in a pile of human excrement from an outhouse.

He and other jews were taken to Auschwitz- Birkenau "where they should have been sprayed with gas but only water came out." Lurie says it was "a miracle."

Now get this. Sol eventually came to America and joined the U.S. Army. During the Korean war (in 1952), he was stationed in Germany. "One night as he laid down his sleeping bag in a field, he felt a tree branch poking through; the branch held the chain and good luck charm he had lost during the transport between concentration camps"! Another miracle!

COURTESY OF SOL LURIE Holocaust survivor Sol Lurie displays photos of family members he lost and the day he was liberated from a Nazi concentration camp in 1945.

Holocaust survivor speaks of concentration camps

Linwood Middle School honors persecution victims


BY JENNIFER AMATO Staff Writer
April 30, 2009
North Brunswick Sentinel

NORTH BRUNSWICK — "Remember to take action, and remember to remember."

The closing remarks of Linwood Middle School's Holocaust Remembrance Evening April 23 summed up the theme of the night.

Students and teachers from Linwood, along with township officials, recognized the commemoration of the Holocaust through songs, speeches, a prayer, a candle lighting and a proclamation.

The keynote speech was made by Sol Lurie, a Holocaust survivor who spent five years in six different concentration camps in Europe before being liberated by Americans in 1945.

Lurie was born on April 11, 1930, in Lithuania, but on June 20, 1941, he began 1,388 days of a "nightmare" before being freed April 11, 1945. He said one night his family was told to pack their belongings and wound up in a synagogue for three days.

There were 28,000 Jewish people kept in an area of two square miles surrounded by barbed-wire fences, and each family only got one room to stay in. They would only get 8 ounces of bread per week and lived in starvation.

"We weren't Jews no more. We weren't humans no more. We were animals. But we weren't treated like animals … we were like insects," he said.

In October 1941, Lurie said that the prisoners were assembled in a field and from 6 a.m. to 8 p.m. had to march back and forth in front of German soldiers. He said 9,200 people, 4,200 of whom were children, were separated into two sections and the people on the right side were ordered to dig ditches. As they did so, the soldiers shot at them so they fell into the ditches. The next day, Lurie said soldiers made the rest of the people bury the bodies, and then they, too, were killed.

"One man escaped … and said the earth was still moving because people were still alive," Lurie said.


In one instance, Lurie's father tried to protect Lurie, his cousin and his cousin's baby by hiding them in an underground hole in a stable. However, when Lurie's cousin moved hay off the hole because she was wheezing from asthma, German soldiers saw her and took her baby and swung it around on the tip of their bayonet, killing it.

Lurie took this opportunity to try to escape, and eventually ran out the back of the stable, hopped a fence and hid in the waste pile of an outhouse. He said when he got home, despite his appearance and smell, his mother embraced him because she had thought he had been killed.

"There's nothing like a mother and a father," Lurie said about the appreciation children should have for their parents.

Then, in 1944, Lurie said that only about 1,500 of the original 28,000 Jews he was with were alive. They were put into cattle cars and transported to a different camp and were eventually kept with French prisoners of war. They were then taken to Auschwitz- Birkenau in Poland where they should have been sprayed with gas but only water came out from what Lurie called "a miracle."

In December of that year, the Holocaust victims were then put into a "death march" during a cold winter, wearing only striped pajamas and wooden shoes. After a night resting in a barn, anyone who did not wake up to continue walking was burned alive inside the barn. This left only 23 boys in Lurie's group who continued on.

In April 1945 Lurie said they finally heard American tanks getting closer to their camp. He was finally freed, but he said that the food provided by the Americans killed about 10,000 people as a result of dysentery. He survived again and was eventually reunited with extended family in the United States. He later found out that his mother was killed, and without giving specific details, Lurie said he was allowed to see his father during a special visit in 1968 while the rest of the family was held hostage overseas to ensure his father's return.

Proud to be in the United States and wanting to protect his new homeland, Lurie fought to be included in the draft for the Korean War, but was shipped to Germany instead of Korea because he could speak German. This was a blessing in disguise, because one night as he laid down his sleeping bag in a field, he felt a tree branch poking through; the branch held the chain and good luck charm he had lost during the transport between concentration camps.

He also said he felt a sense of pride in going back to Germany.

"I said, 'You wanted to annihilate this little Jew, but I'm back as an American soldier, a proud American soldier,' " he said.

When he moved from Brooklyn, N.Y., to Monroe, he found out that one of his neighbors was on the first American tank to liberate his group. Although his neighbor cries every time he sees Lurie, Lurie has been very open about his experiences and speaks to students in order to spread his message of hope and determination, and to encourage youth to be accepting and tolerant.

"Not all Germans were bad. I don't hate all Germans. I only hate the Germans that were bad and killed innocent people," he said. "I hope one day we're going to have peace in the world and not hate."

Contact Jennifer Amato at [email protected].


Here is an earlier (contradictory) version of Sol's tale, which claims he only spent four years in concentration camps, and that all 10,000 jews were shot at one time in the Ghetto in October of 1941 after digging ditches (not half of the group one day and the other half the next day as in the earlier version).

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Katalin Weinberger's HolyCo$t tale- Saved life of her sister by "burying her in ground for 30 days with a pipe sticking up through soil to breathe"

The story is that her sister was deathly ill with typhus, so she buried her in the ground on a remote part of the camp grounds with a small pipe sticking up to the surface for her to breathe. The sister stayed like this for 30 days, with Katalin sneaking food and water to her, and a jewish camp doctor snuck medicine.

I don't know what to say to anyone who would believe this steaming pile of horse shit.

Katalin Weinberger

Holocaust survivor gunned down in tailor shop

by Kirk Mitchell on May 3, 2009
Denver Post

Name: George Weinberger, 58
Location killed: Tailor shop, 1443 Welton St.
Investigative agency: Denver Police Department
Date killed: June 7, 1974
Cause of DeathShot in chest
Suspect: None identified

When Katalin Weinberger entered the tiny tailor shop that she and her husband owned, a trail of blood led to a closet.

George Weinberger, a 58-year-old Hungarian immigrant who had survived Nazi prison camps for four years, was crumpled up inside, dead, according to Denver Post newspaper accounts.

The tailor had been beaten and fatally shot in the chest in his small shop, Royale Custom Tailors and Furs, at 1443 Welton St. The attack happened between 3:50 p.m. and 4 p.m. on June 8, 1974.

His wife had only been gone 10 minutes.

Minutes before she left the shop for an errand, witnesses had overheard a loud argument between the Weinbergers and a customer who had paid them with a bad check.
Even though the shooting happened in a busy part of town during business hours, police had no suspects.

They found a large pipe on the cutting-room floor that apparently had been used to beat Weinberger before he was shot. The spent casing of a .22-caliber cartridge was found on the floor.

Robbery did not appear to be the motive because Weinberger’s wallet was still in his pocket and a cash box that Weinberger kept store payments in hadn’t been disturbed.
A crowd of rush-hour commuters gathered outside the store of the man who sometimes refused to accept payment for sewing repairs he considered too small.

By the day of his death, Weinberger had already endured a lifetime of pain and suffering.

He learned to tailor clothes when he was 14, three years after his father died, leaving his mother to care for a family of five children. When he turned 24, he joined the Hungarian army.

During World War II, he was loaded onto a train boxcar with 80 other Jews and taken to a concentration camp in Germany. During the war he was forced to work in construction, building defense structures for the Germans.

Katalin Weinberger was also in a German concentration camp at the end of World War II. There she helped save the life of her sister, Charlotte Frimm, when she was sick with typhus.

Katalin buried her sister in a remote part of the camp with just a small pipe sticking up through the soil for her to breathe. For 30 days she snuck food and water to her sister. A Jewish doctor at the camp snuck medicine to her. Frimm continued to suffer from severe asthma after they were freed.

Following the war, the Weinbergers met in Budapest, Hungary, where they were married in October of 1945. George Weinberger worked as a tailor.

During the Hungarian revolution in 1956, the Weinbergers escaped to Israel, where they lived for nine years. The couple didn’t have any children. They moved to New York City in 1967, so Katalin could care for her sister, who was living there.

When Frimm moved to Denver for treatment, the Weinbergers followed.

Weinberger opened up a small shop where he arrived each day at 7:30 a.m. and made suits. He had a thick accent and didn’t speak English in complete sentences. But his reputation as a skilled tailor who charged affordable prices helped him stay very busy.

His shop was around the corner from a previous location of The Denver Post. His customers were employees of the paper including reporter Fred Gillies, who wrote that Mr. Weinberger was affable, prompt and professional.

After her husband was murdered, Katalin Weinberger borrowed $3,000 to pay for his body to be shipped back to Israel.

Friends opened a memorial fund to cover her costs.

She wanted her husband to be buried next to his mother. She planned on moving to Israel to be close to her brother-in-law, also a tailor. She wanted to work in a hospital to care for Israeli army war casualties.

Denver police spokesman Sonny Jackson said like all cold case investigations, homicide detectives have recently reviewed the file for leads.

No arrests have ever been made. No suspects have been identified.

If anyone knows something about the case they should contact the police department, Jackson said.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Murray Goldfinger's tale - Miraculously survived when "bullet bounced off his skull" and "American planes spotted his impending execution"



Holocaust survivor to share memories in Kristallnacht talk

Posted: November 10, 2009
By Kathryn Kopchik
Bucknell University - Division of Communications

LEWISBURG, Pa. — Murray Goldfinger, a Holocaust survivor, will speak about his experiences Monday, Nov. 16, at 7 p.m. in the Forum of the Elaine Langone Center at Bucknell University.

The talk, which is free and open to the public, is part of the University's annual observance of Kristallnacht, the planned attack on Jews that began the Holocaust in 1938. It is sponsored by Campus Jewish Life and Hillel.

Goldfinger, who is the grandfather of a Bucknell student, was born near Krakow, Poland. Forced by the Germans to leave his village, his family hid from the Nazis until 1942, when Goldfinger, then 15 years old, was taken to Roznov, the first of several camps where he worked as a messenger, gardener, carpenter and miner.

Lucky survivor

Goldfinger credits his survival to luck and good-hearted people, including a non-Jewish former schoolmate of his mother who allowed them to live in a small home near their village, a work camp foreman who took a liking to him, and a police chief whose daughter was in love with Goldfinger's brother.

Even Josef Mengele, known as the Angel of Death for his cruel medical experiments on Jewish prisoners, checked on Goldfinger's condition after he was condemned to death for allegedly breaking his shovel. The bullet bounced off his skull and lodged in his shoulder, a wound that later became infected.

Goldfinger's last camp was Buchenwald where, on April 10, 1945, he was taken to the woods to be killed. Luckily, an American plane spotted the impending execution and began shooting at the Nazis. The Nazis hid from American fire among the prisoners before sending them back to camp where they were liberated the next day.

His family was less fortunate. His parents were shot and killed in the woods near their village, and his oldest brother was executed after being falsely accused of ripping up Polish currency. His four sisters died in the gas chambers at Belzec and one sister was last seen in 1941 in the Tarnov ghetto.

'Night of Broken Glass'

Kristallnacht marks the beginning of the Holocaust in Germany when organized gangs of Nazi youth roamed through Jewish neighborhoods on Nov. 9 and 10, 1938, breaking windows of Jewish businesses and homes, burning synagogues and looting.

"As time moves us further away from WWII and the Holocaust, it becomes that much more important to bring survivors to campus to remind us to never forget that horrific time, for not only the Jewish people, but for the world," said Rabbi Serena Fujita, Jewish chaplain at Bucknell.

"The students of Bucknell Hillel have made it their mission to educate both the campus community and the greater Lewisburg community about the Holocaust and its impact on real individuals like Murray Goldfinger."



Extended version of Murray's tale...

One time, Murray claims he was so hungry he at some dog biscuits. A Nazi found out, but didn't shoot him because of his good work. He was personally greeted by Mengele when he arrived at Auschwitz. A non-jewish doctor saved him from the bullet wound to his shoulder because he "didn't look jewish." For his operation, he was put to sleep, "unlike other Jews, who were not given any type of anesthesia." Mengele even came to check on his condition several times. Goldfinder was Death Marched to Buchenwald, but survived when the Americans came just before he was to be executed.

Holocaust survivor Murray Goldfinger of Monroe shows where he was shot as a young boy while working in a coal mine in one of the concentration camps. The bullet missed his head and hit near his shoulder.


A tale of tragedy, torture and survival

Monroe man recounts his recurring 'luck' in surviving the Holocaust


BY JESSICA SMITH, Staff Writer
March 22, 2007
Sentinel

With his deep tan and beaming smile, along with a face that belies his 80 years, Murray Goldfinger looks like someone who has lived the good life.

Though he endured the tragic loss of most of his family and narrowly survived the atrocities of the Holocaust himself, the Monroe resident's unflinchingly positive attitude has been a constant.

"God was always good to me," Goldfinger said. "I was lucky."

Throughout the retelling of tribulations that still wake him from sleep shaking, Goldfinger repeatedly came back to how lucky he was through it all.

Goldfinger spent the first part of his childhood in a small town near Krakow, Poland, living with his parents and eight brothers and sisters. He recalled the day his innocent childhood was torn away with vivid detail.

"We were thrown out from the town when the Germans came in," Goldfinger said. "I was walking to school, and I saw the German tanks, the trucks, coming. I'd never seen anything like this."

When he ran home to tell his mother the news, she cried, knowing to some extent, what was in store.

The family had to leave everything behind and relocate to one of several specified areas. Citing luck, Goldfinger recounted how a non-Jewish former schoolmate of his mother's happened to live in the area, and allowed them to stay in the small bungalow behind his house at no charge. Goldfinger never forgot the man, and sent him gifts and money over the years to thank him.

Though he was the second youngest of his siblings, Goldfinger risked his life to help provide for the family. Once a week, he would make the long trek back to his hometown through the mountains, where he was much less likely to be spotted by the Nazis. If caught, young Goldfinger would have been shot dead on the spot.

"The people in my hometown were very good to me," Goldfinger said. "They would never report me."

Early on a Sunday morning in 1942, Goldfinger, 15, and his 17-year-old brother were taken from their new home. Goldfinger was taken to Roznov camp, where 200 boys were brought to work on a dam, and his brother went to a nearby camp. The foreman took a liking to Goldfinger, making him his personal messenger. Goldfinger likened the foreman to Oskar Schindler, who saved over 1,000 Jews, and later became the topic of Steven Spielberg's film "Schindler's List."

"Conditions were very good. I was lucky," Goldfinger said.

The rest of his family had not been as lucky. While two of his brothers survived, working in the camps, tragedy struck the remainder of them.

Every Jew in the county was evacuated to a ghetto of abhorrent conditions, he said. There was no water or toilets. About 35,000 people were forced into a space that could accommodate 2,000.

Goldfinger's oldest brother had been jailed for a false accusation of ripping up a dollar bill, a crime in Poland. On the day he was to be released, he was executed.

His five sisters were taken to Belzec, which unlike the others, was not a work camp. Jews who were told they were being taken to paradise were brought there by train to be killed in "showers" of fatal gas. None of them survived, and accounts say close to half a million Jews were killed there. There are few, if any, survivors of the camp.

Goldfinger's parents were taken into the woods by truck and shot. He heard of their terrible fate from a man who dug their grave.

"They were better off, because the other ones were tortured for the next four weeks," Goldfinger said.

To this day, Goldfinger visits the place where his parents were laid to rest. There is now a headstone there to commemorate them. His grandchildren have visited the site with him.

"I took my grandchildren there for one reason, so they would know their ancestors," Goldfinger said.

Perhaps one contributing factor in Goldfinger's survival was his ability to understand some of the psychological workings of the Nazis.

"I learned one thing as a youngster - if you showed fear, they enjoyed torturing you," Goldfinger said.

Many times, he steeled his face and fought back tears in an effort to be overlooked by members of the brutal regime.

A time came when Goldfinger's foreman only received permission to keep 100 of the 200 boys to work at his camp. At his brother's camp, the foreman also got to keep 100. The other 200 from the camps were to be sent to gas chambers.

The boys were told to bring all of their valuables with them, and were taken by truck to a place where trains were waiting to take people to their deaths.

"I watched the people going to the train," Goldfinger said. "You cannot imagine. When I'm talking, I see everything in front of my eyes."

About 70 people would be packed into each boxcar. A trip that should have taken only eight hours would be extended to two days or more, to torture the prisoners. There was no food, and no place to go to the bathroom. When they would arrive at the camp where they were to meet their fate, guards would herd the disoriented victims into the gas chamber "showers," telling them they needed to clean themselves up.

Goldfinger cried then, as he stood in a group that awaited certain death. His brother had been separated into another group that was taken back to the camps to continue working there. As the guard in charge of the second group of workers performed a head count, he realized he had only 95 boys. Goldfinger was one of the five chosen to go back and work. He cried tears of joy when he realized he would be spared after all.

"He said, 'Go over there, I'll let you live awhile,' " Goldfinger said. "So that was the destiny for me to live."

When winter approached, the boys at the camp were to be taken elsewhere. The barracks were not equipped for cold weather, and conditions made it impossible to continue working. The foreman at Goldfinger's camp promised his workers that he would not let any harm come to them. Saying he needed them to return to work in the spring, he was able to get permission to have them stay in a ghetto until then.

There were close to 200,000 people in the Tarnov ghetto. Conditions were brutal, and dead bodies would litter the streets and buildings on a daily basis, mostly as a result of starvation.

Again, Goldfinger was able to make the best of a bad situation. He was in contact with his brother every day, and along with several other boys, had figured out a way to sneak over a wall and out of the ghetto to sell various items for food. They were able to count on some level of protection from the Jewish police, because the chief's daughter was in love with Goldfinger's brother.

"We had it good," Goldfinger said. "We were not afraid, we had nothing to lose."

Goldfinger and his friends lived in an attic, where they were unlikely to be found. They took in a mother and her 4-year-old daughter who they found lying in the street, malnourished. Goldfinger recalled the joy of the young girl after being taken in and fed, saying she happily jumped on the mattresses while her mother rested.

There was always a special place in Goldfinger's heart for children, he said.

"The worst part of the torture is the little children," Goldfinger said.

He related a story of a child in Rapka, crying and complaining of hunger to his mother. A Nazi reached out to hand the child a candy bar, and shot him at the same time.

"For them to kill a person is like for you to blink an eye," Goldfinger said.


After four months living safely in the attic, spring arrived, and police showed up to tear away their respite. The boys hid when they heard the police coming, but revealed themselves when they heard them beating the woman who lived there with them because she would not tell their whereabouts.

Transported to yet another camp along with 150 boys and 150 girls, Goldfinger again considered himself lucky. Unlike the others, he did not have to clean up the skeletal remains of thousands of Russian prisoners of war (POWs) who had met their deaths there.

About 20,000 Russian POWs had previously been held in the camp, and many of their bodies were gathered by the gate, having wasted away or been electrocuted by wires that ran across to prevent escape. Goldfinger said they were kept there to see how long they could live without food, water or shelter.

Goldfinger's farming background proved helpful, as he was chosen to serve as a gardener for the Nazi in charge of the camp. He worked each day from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. at the villa, living on a scant bowl of soup and piece of bread once a day.

Extreme hunger led him to eat dog biscuits left behind by the family's German shepherd in the yard.

"They were delicious," Goldfinger said.

When questioned about whether he had been eating the biscuits, Goldfinger told the truth. Because of his good work in the garden, the Nazi did not shoot him.
Instead, he was given a warning that he would be shot if he did it again. He also was told that from then on, he would be given leftover food from the house. For the next five months, Goldfinger said, he had enough food for 10 people.

It was at this camp where Goldfinger came into contact with Amon Goeth, a notably barbaric commander of the labor camp in Plaszow, as well as one of the main characters of the movie "Schindler's List." He remembered seeing Goeth ride through the camp in his Mercedes-Benz, a car Goldfinger vowed never to buy. From Goeth and other commanders, he saw sadistic acts that he preferred not to be published.

Once the gardening season had passed, Goldfinger was put to work in a refinery. For committing the "crime" of using the bathroom more than once during the day, he was given 25 lashes with a whip made of hard wires.

"I counted them ... I got one extra," Goldfinger said.

The wounds eventually went away, but the experience left indelible scars.

After only a week of working in the refinery, Goldfinger and the 10 percent of the camp who remained alive were evacuated because Russians were on their way.

On a train for two-and-a-half days, 1,200 half-naked boys and 600 girls traveled through the November cold to Auschwitz-Birkenau, the largest of all the Nazi concentration camps. Only 200 of the boys would be kept alive to work. All of the girls were to be killed.

Goldfinger tried to stand as tall and strong as possible as he stood in line, waiting to be inspected for usefulness by Dr. Josef Mengele, known as the Angel of Death.

"It was like a warehouse," Goldfinger said.

Mengele was in charge of supervising the selection of arriving prisoners, determining who would be kept alive, and who would be put to death.
He is also known for conducting cruel medical experiments on Jewish prisoners.

When Mengele asked Goldfinger what his trade was, Goldfinger knew better than to say he was a farmer. His life was once again saved when he claimed he was a carpenter. From there, Goldfinger lined up to be tattooed by other prisoners. The number inked upon his forearm represented the number of Jews who had come before: No. 161108.

On a zero-degree day with clear skies, Goldfinger recalled seeing dark smoke cutting into the blue.

"The guy said, 'You see the smoke from the chimney? They're from your transport,' and I thought, 'They're better off than I am,' " Goldfinger said. "But then I said to myself, 'I have the willpower, and I'm going to make it.' And I did."

Goldfinger's closest scrape with death came at the next camp where he was sent to work in a coal mine. Fatalities were common there, with five to 10 people dying each day. Once again, Goldfinger was able to secure a less onerous job for himself. Working under a sympathetic young Polish boy who gave him lunch each day, Goldfinger cleaned the railroad tracks and operated the signals.

Despite Goldfinger's efforts to preserve the shovel with a cracked handle he was given to work with, it broke one day. A Nazi in charge accused him of "sabotage" and ordered him executed.

As he had so many times before, Goldfinger prayed to his mother, Giza, for protection. He was told to turn away to be executed. The bullet was fired at his head, but did not penetrate his skull.

"When he shot me, I went to the ground," Goldfinger said. "I was fully conscious, but I said [to myself], 'Don't move.' "


Thinking back, Goldfinger said he wonders if the shooter spared him on purpose. He was moved to a different area to work by a prisoner in charge, and the Nazis went unaware of his survival.

The bullet had strayed and hit Goldfinger near the shoulder, and the wound became badly infected. A doctor who was a non-Jewish prisoner treated him in a tiny hospital for the wound Goldfinger told him was work-related. Though the doctor mistreated the other Jews there, it was not the case with Goldfinger.

"He told me, 'You don't look Jewish, I'm going to save you,' " Goldfinger said.


Mengele paid regular visits to the hospital to oversee its activities. The doctor who was treating Goldfinger told Mengele he was given special orders from the coal mine to operate on his wound.

When the time came for his operation, the doctor told him he would be put to sleep, unlike other Jews, who were not given any type of anesthesia.

"I looked at him and said, 'For good?' " Goldfinger said.

The doctor kept the promise to save Goldfinger's life, and Mengele even came to check on his condition several times.

When Goldfinger had healed, it was time to be moved again because of approaching Russians from the east. About 2,000 people survived of a group that originally consisted of 40,000. Though Goldfinger had planned his escape with the help of his young Polish friend, he was unable to separate himself from the Death March.

The group trekked to Buchenwald, where Goldfinger said conditions were much better. As Americans approached, thousands of Jews were killed each day. Goldfinger was one of 200 prisoners remaining.

On April 10, 1945, at 4:45 p.m., Goldfinger and others were taken into the woods to be killed. As an American plane flew low and witnessed the barbaric acts of the Germans, Nazis sought cover from American fire among the Jews. Fearing for their own lives for once, the Nazis sent the prisoners back to camp.

"That plane saved my life," Goldfinger said.

The next day, Goldfinger was finally liberated.


He would spend the next two years living in Switzerland, before relatives in the United States located and sent for him. He would later attend school, and worked for many years in the meat business in Morristown.

He married his wife, Margaret, in 1950. At 13, she was thrown out of the prestigious Vienna Ballet by Hitler's decree.

"She was so heartbroken," Goldfinger said.

He gave Margaret's ballet slippers to his granddaughters after her death in 2002, and a letter announcing her ejection from the ballet troupe is slated to go to a museum.

The couple had three daughters: Linda Prentiss of Chester, Susie Chenen of Titusville, and Adele Black of Rockaway. Goldfinger speaks with pride of his daughters, along with his five grandchildren, all of whom he sees often.

"My daughter [Adele] gave up a tremendous job to have a job working with the Holocaust," Goldfinger said.

One of Adele's pursuits was working as an interviewer of Holocaust survivors for Steven Spielberg. Goldfinger said it was one of his greatest honors to have a segment of his interview chosen to be shown before 500 interviewers from around the world.

In it, he spoke about his motivation to tell his story to children at schools and other organizations.

"If one of the students learned something from it, then I'm very well-rewarded," Goldfinger said.

Over the years, Goldfinger, who lives in Monroe's Whittingham adult community, has received many honors, including being asked to speak at Piccadilly Arsenal in Morris County, and receiving a "Lifetime Achievement Award" from Middlesex County College, Edison.

Though Goldfinger's bright smile and positive attitude say he has moved beyond the horrors of his youth, he has not forgotten them. He remains active in educating people on the Holocaust, even sending a nun he became close with to "March of the Living" in May of last year.

Goldfinger explained the basis of his unwillingness to live a bitter life because of his past. In Switzerland, soon after his release, he and several other boys were taken to the top of a mountain by their teacher.

The teacher told them to look down, then asked how they felt. As expected, they all felt dizzy and uneasy. He told them that was their past. The teacher then told them to look up, and they all felt fine. That was their future, he explained. He told them that living in the past would cause them to fall and get hurt, but that they should not forget the past while looking toward the future. And that is just what Goldfinger did.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Wilhelm Brasse's comical tale - "photographed the horrors of Auschwitz, film survived burning in oven because it was flameproof"

"It was one of the miracles of Auschwitz"

ROFL

He claims that Mengele and the doctors would "pull womens' uteruses out through their vaginas."

Note near the end of the article where the current Holo story is that the Nazis only had 6 camps for "exterminating Jews": Auschwitz-Birkenau, Chelmno, Treblinka, Sobibor, Majdanek and Belzec.

Wilhelm Brasse, 91, photographer and ex-prisoner of Auschwitz-Birkenau death camp shows his pictures in his home in Zywiec (south Poland) on January 25, 2009. Brasse, a portrait photographer from Katowice, was caught and imprisoned for trying to escape occupied Poland in 1939.



Photographer tricked Nazis to save Auschwitz images

13/03/2009
by Maja Czarecka
AFP/Expatica

A Polish photographer forced by the Nazis to document the terror at Auschwitz saved the historically important negatives by duping his commander.

Wilhelm Brasse was put through daily torture photographing the horrors of the Auschwitz death camp but the young Pole pulled a fast one over his Nazi captors to make sure the terrible events were not forgotten.

Brasse, now 91, had to take pictures of women whose genitals were butchered by Nazi "Angel of Death" Josef Mengele, of Jewish prisoners arriving at the camp to go to the gas chamber and even of the camp brothel where women were turned into sex slaves.

Somehow, Brasse survived the war. However, as the Soviet Red Army approached, his Nazi commander ordered him to burn all his negatives on January 17, 1944. "He said: ‘Brasse, the 'Ivans' are coming - destroy everything,’" the photographer recalled in an interview to mark International Holocaust Remembrance Day in January. "But he didn't know the negatives were non-flammable. I put them in the stove, lit it, my boss waited 10 minutes and when he left I poured water on the flames."

It was one of the miracles of Auschwitz. Brasse, a portrait photographer from Katowice, managed to save many of the photos.

He originally entered the camp after being caught and imprisoned for trying to escape occupied Poland in 1939.

"This one, it's a special photo ordered by Dr. Mengele in 1943,” said Brasse, holding up a photo of four living skeletons. “They were Jewish teenager girls, two sets of twins."

"They were so young, terrified and so embarrassed standing naked in front of me, a 23-year-old man," he added, showing a photo of himself as a young man, prisoner number 3444. "I knew they would die in a few days or a few hours. It was their last photo."

Brasse was forced by the Nazis to work in a unit documenting the death camp.

"The only thing I could tell them was that nothing else would happen to them," he said.

Brasse was also forced to document inhuman pseudo-medical experiments performed by Mengele and other doctors.

"The victims, women, were anaesthetized,” said Brasse. “Their uteruses were pulled out through their vaginas and I was forced to photograph the organs in detail."

He also photographed prisoners arriving at the camp.

"When they arrived at Auschwitz, people's faces were full, they looked normal,” he said. “Just weeks later, if they were still alive, they were unrecognizable."

Brasse was among the first prisoners to arrive at Auschwitz on August 31, 1940 and was put to work in the "Erkennungsdienst," a unit identifying prisoners created by the Gestapo security force in January 1941.

He had tried to get to France to join a free Polish force but was caught at the border and shipped to Auschwitz among 460 Polish political prisoners.

"The Germans wanted me to declare I was German," said Brasse. But he refused to renounce his Polish nationality. "My mother was Polish, I felt Polish even though I spoke German well, just like my grandfather.”

He became a photographer because his parents were too poor to pay school fees. After working as an apprentice, he became a portrait photographer in Katowice. "I was the only professional photographer in the 'Erkennungsdienst,'” he said. “The Germans needed me, this is why I survived.”

He was ordered to photograph the severed head of a prisoner who had drowned in the Sola river, adjacent to the camp. Brasse was also required to photograph women forced to work in a camp brothel and the elite German SS officers who ran it.

The horrors did not end with the liberation of Auschwitz. Four days later, he was evacuated in an infamous Death March of 60,000 sick and dying prisoners over hundreds of kilometres west to Gross-Rosen and Buchenwald.

He survived and was held at the Mauthausen, Melk and Ebensee camps in Austria before being liberated by US troops on May 6, 1945.

Historians estimate 1.1 million people died at the hands of Poland's German occupiers at the Auschwitz-Birkenau death camps between 1940 and 1945. Ninety percent of the victims were Jews.

Nazi Germany created six camps during World War II to exterminate Jews gathered from across occupied Europe. There was also Chelmno, Treblinka, Sobibor, Majdanek and Belzec.

"After the war, I tried to work as a photographer, but I couldn't,” Brasse said. “Those poor Jewish children were always before my eyes. There are things you can never forget."

Maja Czarecka/AFP/Expatica

Friday, November 20, 2009

Judith Perlaki's tale - Auschwitz gas chambers "as long as 50 football fields", Germans "tied women’s legs together to stop them from having babies"

Judith was also served soup with rats and live mice in it. [1]

She says the Auschwitz ovens could cremate 8,000 in one day, and that the Germans would "hold prisoners under the water to see how long they would last until they would freeze to death."

50 football fields = 50 x 300ft = 15,000 ft = 2.84 miles. A gas chamber building 3 miles long? With a gas chamber of that size, they could probably gas 200,000 people at one time. Maybe the Germans were planning on gassing the entire population of Europe.

Perlaki and her son Lawrence have been visiting schools for 15 years sharing their fairytale.

Photo by Alexis Tarrazi - Holocaust survivor Judith Perlaki shares her experiences of what it was like to be in Nazi camp, Auschwitz, with Wood-Ridge High School students.


Holocaust survivor talks to Wood-Ridge HS students

Tuesday, March 20, 2009
By Alexis Tarrazi, Senior Reporter
The Leader

WOOD-RIDGE — “It is too enormous to imagine … that six million people were killed. Just think, the World Trade Center disaster would have to happen every day for almost six years to equal six million people,” Lawrence Perlaki said of the Holocaust. He and his mother, Judith, a Holocast survivor, recently spoke to Wood-Ridge High School students.

The mother and son shared information about the historic and emotional event; Judith emphasized what she personally had to endure. “We can never forget. I am always trying to teach you people to understand each other and for nothing else to happen. It is up to your future generation. Save yourself and your country,” she said.

Judith and her family were taken to Auschwitz in Poland — one of the largest Nazi German concentration camps — in a cattle car that had no bathroom, food or water. The entire trip on the “death train” took three days, with no stops. Judith’s family, along with many others, were led to believe that the Germans were taking them to a safer location. Once there, Judith and her two younger sisters were separated from the rest of their family.

Lawrence described the conditions, where horse stables were used as living corridors and black smoke filled the air every day from the ashes of the burning remains of Jews. “The Nazis would say to me, ‘Look up, there goes your family,’ ” Judith said. The gas chambers — as long as 50 football fields — would kill 1,500 to 2,000 Jews at one time, and the oven could burn 8,000 people a day.

“My mother knew that they were now in hell. All of their humanity and dignity was stripped away by the Nazis,” Lawrence said. He described Judith’s ability to save her sisters and survive as a miracle. Judith understood German and was able to befriend a Nazi who helped them survive. “Their will to survive was stronger than Hitler’s will to murder them.”

“When your life is in danger, you find the responsibility,” Judith said. “You think, how could I eat soup with rats and mice in it, but when you need to survive, you have to eat anything.”

Lawrence described how the Nazis would tie women’s legs together to stop them from having babies or hold prisoners under the water to see how long they would last until they would freeze to death. But Judith says she has no hatred in her because she doesn’t know who to hate. But she does have a message for when she passes away, “I am going to tell Saint Peter, ‘I’m going straight to heaven because I’ve been to hell already.’ ”

“She (Judith Perlaki) is an inspiring woman, to show what she has been through and still talk about love … it’s totally inspiring. It is amazing for her to not have hatred and not be miserable,” said WRHS Principal Dr. Ronald J. Frederick.

“You are an inspiration to us, to have that outlook on life to inspire us. I hope we can walk away and have the same compassion and understanding as you. You are a wonderful woman,” Frederick said.

Judith and Lawrence have been visiting schools for 15 years sharing Judith’s story. “This is good therapy for her. She enjoys that the (children) get something out of it,” Lawrence said. They normally visit around 12 to 15 schools a year and only require that the students have a background in the subject prior to the presentation.

Eleventh graders Ashley Griffith, Melissa Hussey, Danielle Martino and Riana Munina who were attending the presentation said they felt touched. “It was a good experience to have someone who has been through it, instead of reading about it. It was emotional, and we felt we learned a lot more,” one student said.

Monday, November 16, 2009

"A Year in Treblinka" by Yankel Wiernik - Babies torn in half, woman leaps 10 ft barbed-wire fence, guards nail inmates' ears to walls, etc

Yankel Wiernik while building a model of Treblinka for the Ghetto Fighters' House Holocaust and Jewish Resistance Heritage Museum, Israel.


Another must read, and one for the Holohoax Tales Hall of Fame.

Yankel Wiernik was a polish jew and alleged former inmate at Treblinka. Wiernik wrote a book called "A Year in Treblinka", which is described as "the first eyewitness report" of life in the camp, and is one of the key "eyewitness testimonies" used as "evidence" of the alleged atrocities committed in the camp.

From reading this tale, it is obvious that Vasily Grossman relied heavily on Wiernik's "eyewintess" account for his own article on Treblinka, "The Hell of Treblinka" . Perhaps Vasily and Wiernik even got together and cooked up these tales in Warsaw after the war.

Wiernik says he was a carpenter and helped build the gas chambers and other buildings at the camp, that he lead Jews to the execution chambers, and that he dragged corpses from the gas chambers to the mass graves.

Like Vasily's story, Wiernik's fable is sophomoric and deamonizes the Germans as subhuman "barabarians", "beasts", "fiends", and even "hyenas."

Wiernik claims that a motor taken from a dismantled Soviet tank was used for gassings, 1200 people fit into a 7 meter X 7 meter gas chamber, and the corpses of men would not burn but the corpses of women burned easily and were "used for kindling."

Wiernik says that he saw a naked Jewish girl leap over a three-meter (10 ft.) high barbed wire fence, wrench the rifle out of the hands of a pursuing guard, and shoot two guards before she was overpowered.

He claims one German guard named Sepp would "frequently snatch children from their mother's arms and tear the child in half", and that the infamous Ukranian guard "Ivan the terrible" would nail the ears of inmates to the walls.

Wiernik describes a giant machine that could excavate 3,000 corpses at one time, and huge open-air pyres used to burn 10,000 to 12,000 corpses at one time.

Excerpts from the book:

On why he tells wrote this fable...to cause people to hate the Germans for "centuries and generations to come":

The world must be told of the infamy of those barbarians, so that centuries and generations to come can execrate them. And, it is I who shall cause it to happen. No imagination, no matter how daring, could possibly conceive of anything like that which I have seen and lived through.

-Chapter 1
Yes, of course...no one, especially a jew, could fabricate a story such as this, or even exaggerate what really occured.



A Ukranian guard named Ivan would nail the inmates' ears to walls...

The machinery of the gas chambers was operated by two Ukrainians. One of them, Ivan, was tall, and though his eyes seemed kind and gentle, he was a sadist. He enjoyed torturing his victims. He would often pounce upon us while we were working; he would nail our ears to the walls or make us lie down on the floor and whip us brutally. While he did this, his face showed sadistic satisfaction and he laughed and joked. He finished off the victims according to his mood at the moment. The other Ukrainian was called Nicholas. He had a pale face and the same mentality as Ivan.

-Chapter 5
John Demjanuk, a Ukranian born US citizen, was extradited to Israel and tried as this "Ivan" (the terrible). He was identified by five 'eyewitnesses' and sentenced to death. As it turned out, forged documents were used to extradite Demjanuk, and, he actually never set foot in Treblinka. His conviction was overturned, and he was eventually freed. The 'eyewitnesses' at the trail were also pathological liars.


On the "gas chambers":

A motor taken from a dismantled Soviet tank stood in the power plant. This motor was used to pump the gas, which was let into the chambers by connecting the motor with the inflow pipes.

-Chapter 5

The new construction job between Camp No. 1 and Camp No. 2, on which I had been working, was completed in a very short time. It turned out that we were building ten additional gas chambers, more spacious than the old ones, 7 by 7 meters or about 50 square meters. As many as 1,000 to 1,200 persons could be crowded into one gas chamber.

-Chapter 7


German guard who would tear babies in half:

One of the Germans, a man named Sepp, was a vile and savage beast, who took special delight in torturing children. When he pushed women around and they begged him to stop because they had children with them, he would frequently snatch a child from the woman's arms and either tear the child in half or grab it by the legs, smash its head against a wall and throw the body away. Such incidents were by no means isolated. Tragic scenes of this kind occurred all the time.
-Chapter 7


Wiernik says the new gas chambers, which he helped build, had a defective motor used to supply the gas, so it took "hours" for the victims to die. Sounds like German engineering and efficiency to me.

As I have already indicated, there was not much space in the gas chambers. People were smothered simply by overcrowding. The motor which generated the gas in the new chambers was defective, and so the helpless victims had to suffer for hours on end before they died. Satan himself could not have devised a more fiendish torture. When the chambers were opened again, many of the victims were only half dead and had to be finished off with rifle butts, bullets or powerful kicks.

-Chapter 7


Wiernik says "often the jews were left in the gas chambers overnight without the gassed turned on":

Often people were kept in the gas chambers overnight with the motor not turned on at all. Overcrowding and lack of air killed many of them in a very painful way. However, many survived the ordeal of such nights; particularly the children showed a remarkable degree of resistance. They were still alive when they were dragged out of the chambers in the morning, but revolvers used by the Germans made short work of them....

-Chapter 7



The woman who jumped over a 10 foot fence:

On one occasion a girl fell out of line. Nude as she was, she leaped over a barbed wire fence three meters high, and tried to escape in our direction. The Ukrainians noticed this and started to pursue her. One of them almost reached her but he was too close to her to shoot, and she wrenched the rifle from his hands. It wasn't easy to open fire since there were guards all around and there was the danger that one of the guards might be hit. But as the girl held the gun, it went off and killed one of the Ukrainians. The Ukrainians were furious. In her fury, the girl struggled with his comrades. She managed to fire another shot, which hit another Ukrainian, whose arm subsequently had to be amputated. At last they seized her. She paid dearly for her courage. She was beaten, bruised, spat upon, kicked and finally killed. She was our nameless heroine.

-Chapter 8


On Himmler's order to dig up and cremate the corpses...women corposes burned easily and were "used for kindling", male corpses would not burn, even after soaked in gasoline....whenever an airplane was sighted overhead, all work was stopped, the corpses were covered with foliage as camouflage against aerial observation.

But there were new events to upset our emotional balance. This was the period when the Germans talked a lot about Katyn1) , which they used for anti-Soviet propaganda purposes. One day, by accident, we got hold of a newspaper from which we learned about that mass killing. It was probably these reports that made Himmler decide to visit Treblinka personally and to give orders that henceforth all the corpses of inmates should be cremated. There were plenty of corpses to cremate-there was no one who could have been blamed for the Treblinka killings except the Germans who, for the time being, were the masters of the land which they had wrested from us [Poles] by brute force. They did not want any evidence of the mass murders left.

At any rate, the cremations were promptly begun. The corpses of men, women, children and old people were exhumed from the mass graves. Whenever such a grave was opened, a terrible stench rose from them, because the bodies were already in an advanced stage of decomposition.

[...]

Work was begun to cremate the dead. It turned out that bodies of women burned more easily than those of men. Accordingly, the bodies of women were used for kindling the fires. Since cremation was hard work, rivalry set in between the labor details as to which of them would be able to cremate the largest number of bodies. Bulletin boards were rigged up and daily scores were recorded. Nevertheless, the results were very poor. The corpses were soaked in gasoline. This entailed considerable expense and the results were inadequate; the male corpses simply would not burn . Whenever an airplane was sighted overhead, all work was stopped, the corpses were covered with foliage as camouflage against aerial observation.

It was a terrifying sight, the most gruesome ever beheld by human eyes. When corpses of pregnant women were cremated, their bellies would burst open. The fetus would be exposed and could be seen burning inside the mother's womb.


-Chapter 9



Burning the corpses in pits was not going fast enough, so they used a huge excavation machine that could dig up 3,000 bodies at once, and the giant outdoor hibachis:

Then, one day, an Oberscharfuhrer wearing an SS badge arrived at the camp and introduced a veritable inferno. He was about 45 years old, of medium height, with a perpetual smile on his face. His favorite word was "tadellos [perfect]" and that is how he got the by-name Tadellos. His face looked kind and did not show the depraved soul behind it. He got pure pleasure watching the corpses burn; the sight of the flames licking at the bodies was precious to him, and he would literally caress the scene with his eyes.

This is the way in which he got the inferno started. He put a machine for exhuming the corpses into operation, an excavator which could dig up 3,000 corpses at one time. A fire grate made of railroad tracks was placed on concrete foundations 100 to 150 meters in length. The workers piled the corpses on the grate and set them on fire.

I am no longer a young man and have seen a great deal in my lifetime, but not even Lucifer could possibly have created a hell worse than this. Can you picture a grate of this length piled high with 3,000 corpses of people who had been alive only a short time before? As you look at their faces it seems as if at any moment these bodies might awaken from their deep sleep. But at a given signal a giant torch is lit and it burns with a huge flame. If you stood close enough, you could well imagine hearing moans from the lips of the sleeping bodies, children sitting up and crying for their mothers. You are overwhelmed by horror and pain, but you stand there just the same without saying anything. The gangsters are standing near the ashes, shaking with satanic laughter. Their faces radiate a truly satanic satisfaction. They toasted the scene with brandy and with the choicest liqueurs, ate, caroused and had a great time warming themselves by the fire.

Thus the Jews were of some use to them even after they had died. Though the winter weather was bitter cold, the pyres gave off heat like an oven. This heat came from the burning bodies of Jews. The hangmen stood warming themselves by the fire, drinking, eating and singing. Gradually, the fire began to die down, leaving only ashes which went to fertilize the silent soil. Human blood and human ashes - what food for the soil! There will be a rich harvest. If only the soil could talk! It knows a lot but it keeps quiet.

Day in and day out the workers handled the corpses and collapsed from physical exhaustion and mental anguish. And while they suffered, the hearts of the fiends were filled with pride and pleasure in the hell they had created. It gave light and warmth, and at the same time it obliterated every trace of the victims, while our own hearts bled. The Oberscharfuhrer who had created this inferno sat by the fire, laughing, caressing it with his eyes and saying, "tadellos [perfect]!" To him, these flames represented the fulfillment of his perverted dreams and wishes.

The cremation of the corpses proved an unqualified success. Because they were in a hurry, the Germans built additional fire grates and augmented the crews serving them, so that from 10,000 to 12,000 corpses were cremated at one time. The result was one huge inferno, which from the distance looked like a volcano breaking through the earth's crust to belch forth fire and lava. The pyres sizzled and crackled. The smoke and heat made it impossible to remain close by. It lasted a long time because there were more than half a million dead to dispose of.


-Chapter 9



Sometimes they just bypassed the gas chambers, and killed the jews right beside the giant hibachi pyres. Children were wrenched from mothers and thrown into the flames alive...

In April, 1943, transports began to come in from Warsaw. We were told that 600 men in Warsaw were working in Camp No. 1; this report turned out to be based on fact. At the time a typhus epidemic was raging in Camp No. 1. Those who got sick were killed. Three women and one man from the Warsaw transport came to us. The man was the husband of one of the three women. The Warsaw people were treated with exceptional brutality, the women even more harshly than the men. Women with children were separated from the others, led up to the fires and, after the murderers had had their fill of watching the terror-stricken women and children, they killed them right by the pyre and threw them into the flames. This happened quite frequently. The women fainted from fear and the brutes dragged them to the fire half dead. Panic-stricken, the children clung to their mothers. The women begged for mercy, with eyes closed so as to shut out the grisly scene, but their tormentors only leered at them and kept their victims in agonizing suspense for minutes on end. While one batch of women and children were being killed, others were left standing around, waiting their turn. Time and time again children were snatched from their mothers' arms and tossed into the flames alive, while their tormentors laughed, urging the mothers to be brave and jump into the fire after their children and mocking the women for being cowards.

-Chapter 10

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Dina Babbitt's sad tale - "survived Auschwitz only because Mengele commissioned her to produce paintings of Gypsies"

Because Gypsies' "skin tones could not be captured accurately in photographs." Yeah, right.

So besides being the busiest physician in history, Mengele was commissioning jews to produce artwork?

Now old jewess Babbitt needs money from us to help her get the paintings back since the Auschwitz Museum is claiming the paintings as their property. She has been battling for 10 years to get the paintings back. Elie Wiesel is going to help her though.



A portrait of survival: Students take up artist’s fight to bring home Holocaust paintings

March 12, 2009
J Weekly
by amanda pazornik, staff writer

At 86, Holocaust survivor Dina Babbitt recently found herself in an unusual place: high school.

Before her, hundreds of students sat quietly in Palo Alto High School’s Haymarket Theatre. Babbitt was on stage, her petite frame and vibrant red hair illuminated by the auditorium’s spotlight, her hands gently clasped in her lap.

Accustomed to speaking Czech, she struggled at times to find the right words in English. Still, the students sat in silence.

At one time, Babbitt and her saga had been simply a class project. Now she was very, very real.

David Rapaport’s history students are Babbitt’s newest allies in her three-decades-long battle with the Auschwitz-Birkenau Memorial and Museum in Poland.

Languishing on the museum’s premises are several original paintings that Babbitt created for Nazi doctor Josef Mengele. The artwork — portraits of Gypsy, or Roma, victims — kept Babbitt and her mother, Johanna Gottlieb, alive during the Holocaust.

Officials at the Auschwitz Museum, however, claim the portraits are museum property. They won’t release them to Babbitt, despite the fact that the museum is only displaying reproductions of the portraits, while the originals sit in storage.

“Everyone in my family exists today because of these paintings,” Babbitt, who now lives in Santa Cruz, told the students March 5. “They need to be somewhere safe where my kids, grandchildren and the public will be able to visit them.”

Rapaport’s students have pledged to help Babbitt obtain her artwork from the museum. The artist first spoke to his classes two years ago, and Rapaport felt her struggle would make a good class project.

“Her story is so touching,” said 16-year-old Talia Brody. “Growing up, I heard about my own relatives in the Holocaust, but I never had the chance to see a survivor in person. I’m never going to forget this.”

For the class project, the teens are sending letters and e-mails to the museum, and they plan to publish a pamphlet about Babbitt’s ordeal. Ultimately, Rapaport wants Babbitt’s narrative integrated into the ninth-grade history curriculum.

“ ‘Six million’ is a number that is hurting our ability to tell the story of the Holocaust,” Rapaport said. “It limits our understanding when we lose the narrative. You have to build a connection to current injustices like Dina’s story.

“It doesn’t always have a happy ending, but that doesn’t mean the fight isn’t worth fighting.”

Wedged in a cattle car with her mother and 2,500 others, Babbitt, then a 19-year-old art student from Prague, arrived at Auschwitz in September 1943. She was stripped of her clothes and belongings, and given an oversized brown dress that drooped on her slender body. She tied a small piece of rope around her waist to prevent the garment from slipping off.

When Babbitt’s mother caught a glimpse of her daughter, she laughed and said that she looked like a Franciscan monk. It would be one of the few lighthearted moments the pair would share.

In Auschwitz, Babbitt saw people willing to help one another stay alive. She spoke to the Palo Alto students of young individuals whose strength, compassion and bravery gave her hope that good could exist among such evil.

“The way she talked about the people she knew and almost started crying was so powerful,” said Meredith Fitch, 16. “Seeing her eyes and being able to hug her made it so real.”

One of the people Babbitt spoke about was Fredie Hirsch, her former youth group leader. He arranged for the interned children to have their own barracks by telling the SS men that it would be easier to control them in a confined space. He then asked Babbitt to paint a scene to brighten up the barracks’ dingy walls.

“We weren’t allowed to sneeze, but he wanted me to paint something,” Babbitt recalled. “There were no trees, no blades of grass, no birds, no flowers. So I painted something cheerful for the children to look at.”

The mural Babbitt created was a scene inspired by “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,” a 1937 movie she snuck in to watch countless times after Jews were banned from theaters. On the walls of the barracks, Babbitt replicated the beloved characters to the delight of the children.

Shortly thereafter, in March 1944, an SS man approached Babbitt to ask if she’d painted the wall. When she answered “yes,” Babbitt was immediately hustled into a car and taken to another section of the camp, one filled with Romas. She was sure her life was over.

“I was looking out the window and looking for my mom,” she said. “I wanted to wave to her one last time.”

But what Babbitt thought was a death sentence may have saved her life.

Babbitt’s artwork had caught the attention of Mengele, the notorious “Angel of Death,” who was stationed at Auschwitz. He commissioned her to paint portraits of Roma prisoners, whose skin tones could not be captured accurately in photographs.


In a small room with two chairs — a tablet and watercolors resting on one, her subject placed on the other — Babbitt started to paint.

As soon as she completed the last brush stroke, Mengele asked for a new portrait. Babbitt plucked young girls from the camp and brought them to her makeshift studio, where she painted one stoic face after another.

“I met an incredibly beautiful young girl with a blue scarf named Celine,” Babbitt said. “She looked like a Gypsy madonna. I found out that she had just lost her baby. At two months old, the baby starved to death.”

During her time in the studio, Babbitt asked Mengele if her mother could be transferred to the camp. The doctor obliged, and the two were reunited.

In the end, all of the camp’s Roma prisoners were killed, including the 11 whose portraits Babbitt painted. Babbitt and her mother survived internment in two more concentration camps before being liberated in May 1945.

After the war, Babbitt pursued work as an animator in Paris before coming to America. She married, moved to California and raised two daughters. After a divorce in 1962, Babbitt returned to work as an animator, on such characters as Tweety Bird and Wile E. Coyote.

In 1973, Babbitt received a letter from the Auschwitz Museum telling her that her portraits had survived. She immediately flew to Poland, excited for her family to see the artwork that had saved her and her mother.

“I held the paintings in my hands and broke down a little bit,” Babbitt said. “They were in cheap little frames with glass. The paper got yellow; otherwise, everything was perfect.”

But when she tried to place her paintings in a briefcase to take home, the museum refused, arguing that they were rare artifacts and important evidence of Nazi genocide.

That was the beginning of Babbitt’s enduring fight. Now, she said, the museum is “counting on me to die.”


“They’re trying to wait me out,” she said. “Pretty soon, I’ll be gone and it can keep the pictures with no problem.”

Several people, in addition to Rapaport’s students, have taken up Babbitt’s cause to make sure that doesn’t happen.

Rabbi Andrew Baker, director of International Jewish Affairs for the American Jewish Committee, has been speaking with the Polish authorities on a private basis to try and secure at least one of the paintings, Rapaport said. Baker has been involved in Babbitt’s case for more than 10 years.

Her story got international attention recently when it was included in the final issue of “Magneto Testament,” a five-part comic book series detailing the experience of the Jewish X-Men character during the Holocaust. The six-page story, “The Last Outrage,” was written by Holocaust historian Rafael Medoff and illustrated by legendary comic artist Neal Adams.

Rapaport recently received word from the archives division of the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, D.C., that it may be open to include Babbitt’s narrative, specifically the student recording of her talk at Palo Alto High School, in an existing exhibit.

“My hope is for the museum to do this quickly so Dina’s story can take its rightful place in the United States,” Rapaport said.

Elie Wiesel also plans to speak out on her behalf, Babbitt said.

“I feel helpless,” Babbitt said. “This is the feeling when you were in camp and being kept against your will. The people in Auschwitz don’t understand what it would mean for me to hold my paintings in my hands.”


More Tales of the Holohoax

Friday, November 13, 2009

More on the horrors of the Holohoax from Eva Olsson's tale - "Lived on black, watery soup that had tuffs of human hair in it, bones and mice"



Also, Eva was so hot at Bergen-Belsen, she says she dampened a cloth with her own urine in order to cool off. "Others, she recalled, drank their urine." Think she got this from watching Bear Grylls on Man vs. Wild?

Eva survived the "death camps" of Auschwitz, Bergen-Belsen, and Buchenwald.

Auschwitz survivor recounts horror

TARA HAGAN
The Observer

Local high school students may think twice before they use the word "hate" from now on.

That's the hope of Holocaust survivor Dr. Eva Olsson, who spoke to St. Patrick's High School and St. Christopher Secondary School students recently about the dangers of hatred, intolerance and bullying, while sharing her own powerful story.

"It's not up to us to judge anybody," said Olsson. "Not on the colour of their skin, the shape of their eyes, their religion -- anything.

"I know that no one is affected by the fact that I am Jewish," she The only thing that affects us is attitude."

Olsson, who lives in Bracebridge, Ont., spoke of vandalism at a school where her son was vice principal.

The words, "You (expletive) Jew, you're going to burn in hell," were painted on a wall.

"My family did burn in hell," she explained. "All of them."

Olsson, 83, was a young girl living in Szatsmar, Hungary when Germany invaded Poland in September 1939, setting off the Second World War.

Five years later, German troops occupied her country, unleashing a nightmare she has never fully recovered from.

A Nazi official came into her neighbourhood and began rounding up the Jews, including her parents, siblings and 88 other members of her extended family, saying they were being shipped to Germany to work in a brick factory, she recalled.

Olsson was loaded into a box car jammed with at least 100 other terrified individuals, with one pail of water and very little oxygen for four days.

"We had to sleep standing up, leaning against each other. Many died and many others were praying."

She recalls her mother crying in the corner, hugging three grandchildren. She was 47-years-old.

When the train arrived at the infamous Auschwitz concentration camp, it was like pulling up to the gates of hell.

"There was a nauseating smell," she said, recalling black smoke, machine guns, electric fences, guard dogs and fire pits.

People who didn't do what they were told were shot on the spot.

"If a mother was holding a baby, they shot the baby and the bullet would go through to the mother. You save a bullet that way."

As they entered the camp, a man stood at the gate -- the 'Angel of Death'-- Dr. Josef Mengele. He motioned to go left or right. That's how he decided who would live and who would die.


Ninety per cent of those spilling out of the box cars that day went to the left, where the gas chamber awaited. Many were led away screaming.

Olsson, who as a healthy teenager had potential to serve as a slave labourer, was sent to the right.

"I turned my head and I didn't see my mom," she said. "She was taken to the gas chamber. How I wish I could put my arms around her, just to tell her how much I loved her. But it was too late. I never saw her again."

The memory is 64 years old but it is still overwhelming. Olsson has to stop for a moment, wipe a tear from her eye and collect herself before continuing.

She was herded into an open area and ordered to strip naked, shaved from head-to-toe, given a gray blanket and assigned to a barracks, where it was so crowded they had to sleep sitting up. A bucket stuck in a hole in the ground served as the only toilet.

She recalled living on bread and black, watery soup that had tuffs of human hair in it, bones and mice.

Some ended up working in Dr. Mengele's "experimental hospital, where they injected people with tuberculosis and other viruses."


About 12,000 people were gassed every day, she said, with as many new victims arriving to take their places.

Eventually, she was shipped to work in a factory in Essen, Germany, then to the notorious Bergen Belsen concentration camp, where she saw more misery.

"I came across several hills of corpses," she said. "I wanted to see if there was anyone I recognized from before."

Olsson was starving, covered in lice and sores and had a fever. She dampened a cloth with her own urine in a bid to cool down. Others, she recalled, drank their urine.


"They didn't kill us because hate provided them with joy as they watched us die."

Finally, after several days without food or water, the camp was liberated by British soldiers "and some Canadians from Holland."

Olsson made it because she simply refused to give up.

Both she and her younger sister, Fradel, somehow survived, but 87 other family members did not.

One student asked if she expressed bitterness toward the Germans.

"No," she replied. "Being angry won't give me my family back.

"These were human beings who were possessed with hate. And that hatred had to be taught to them when they were children."

Today, she travels across the country, giving talks in schools, churches and community halls. Her message is simple -- we need to create a compassionate, caring environment for our children or hatred will raise its ugly head again.

She eventually found the courage to make a heart-wrenching visit to Auschwitz, where the camp has been preserved as a reminder to future generations of what can happen if hatred goes unchecked.

"As long as there is hatred, there will be genocide," she said. "We label people before we even get to know them so we can hate them. Labels belong on clothes."

She also went to Buchenwald, the camp where her father was murdered. He was 48.

"I hope that you never take your family for granted," she said. "And find a positive way to deal with the challenges in your life.

"We are responsible for the choices we make, and nothing can be resolved by hate or anger."


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Livia Bitton-Jackson's Holotale - Arrived at Auschwitz at 13, not "sent to the gas" because Mengele liked her blonde hair

Livia and her family were taken to the gates of hell, Auschwitz. When Eva arrived at the gates of hell she was greeted by the angel of death himself, Dr. Mengele.

The story goes that the Germans immediately gassed everyone under 16 years old at Auschwitz, but Mengele spared her because she "looked Aryan", and told her to pretend she was 16.

Livia, her mother, and her brother Bubi all survived the "death factory" of Auschwitz. [1] It was a miracle!












Veteran: Livia Bitton-Jackson - From Germany to Netanya

Jun 25, 2009
Jerusalem Post
By GLORIA DEUTSCH

"Do you have any lipstick?" was the first thing Livia Bitton-Jackson said to me when we met for our interview. She wanted to look good for the photo, she explained.

It wasn't just vanity. Once, long ago, her looks saved her life.

"I was 13 when I arrived in Auschwitz. I had long blonde braids and looked Aryan. Mengele beckoned me aside and asked, 'Are you a Jew?' I answered yes. 'How old are you?' he said and I said 13. 'From now on you are 16,' he said and he sent me to the side where those who could live a little longer were sent. Thirteen-year-olds were immediately sent to the gas."

The hideous memories have not faded although 65 years have passed. "My friends went with their mothers to the gas and looked back at me who had not been sent. You don't forget those looks," she says.

Today Bitton-Jackson is professor of Judaic studies and Jewish history in the History Department of Lehman College in New York and the award-winning author of several books. Her latest book, Saving What Remains, tells the story of how she, together with her second husband, Dr. Leonard Jackson, and her mother, who also survived Auschwitz, brought the remains of her grandparents to Israel.

"In 1980 we heard that a new dam was going to be built on the Danube and the whole area, including the Jewish cemetery where my grandparents were buried, would be flooded. My mother, who was 90 at the time, was devastated. She said, 'My whole family wound up like smoke in Auschwitz, my parents should be swept away by the waters of the Danube?' She begged us to exhume the bodies and bring them to Jerusalem for burial, and my new book is about that experience."

From 1945 to 1948 Bitton-Jackson was in a displaced persons camp in Germany, working for the Bricha helping to get immigrants to Palestine. In 1951 she came to the United States, married her first husband who turned out to be abusive, had two children and divorced in 1967.

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Livia has a Holocaust Memoir of her own, titled "I Have Lived A Thousand Years: Growing Up In The Holocaust"















Quote from book:

At the moment of her liberation, Elli is approached by a local German woman:

'We didn't know anything. We had no idea. You must believe me. Did you have to work hard also?'
'Yes' I whisper.
'At your age, it must've been difficult.'
At my age. What does she mean? 'We didn't get enough to eat. Because of starvation. Not because of my age.'
'I meant, it must have been harder for the older people.'
For older people? 'How old do you think I am?'
She looks at me uncertainly. 'Sixty? Sixty-two?'
'Sixty? I am fourteen. Fourteen years old.'
She gives a little shriek and makes the sign of the cross. In horror and disbelief she walks away, and joins the crowd of German civilians near the station house.
So this is liberation . It's come. I am fourteen years old, and I have lived a thousand years.
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