Witness : Voices from the Holocaust

by Joshua M. Greene; Shiva Kumar; Lawrence L. Langer

• ISBN13: 9780684865256
• ISBN10: 0684865254
• Format: Hardcover
• Copyright: 2000-04-16
• Publisher: Free Press

Summary

"In association with the Fortunoff Video Archive for Holocaust Testimonies, Yale University."

Author Biography

Joshua M. Greene (left) produces books and films of personal narrative. His award-winning films have aired on PBS, HBO, the Disney Channel, and stations in twenty countries. He lives in Old Westbury, New York.

Table of Contents

Foreword	xi
Lawrence L. Langer
Editor's Introduction	xxi
Acknowledgments	xxix
Editor's Note	xxxi
``A Way of Life'': Europe, 1930s	1	(30)
Golly D	5	(8)
Frank S	13	(9)
Abraham P	22	(9)
``I Grew Up Overnight'': The Outbreak of War	31	(14)
Father John S	40	(3)
Joseph W	43	(2)
``A Whole Town Cried'': Ghettos	45	(38)
Joseph K	49	(4)
Rabbi Baruch G	53	(9)
Renee G	62	(15)
Renee H	77	(6)
``A Ladder Made of Rope'': Escape, Hiding, and Resistance	83	(20)
Celia K	86	(7)
Jay M	93	(10)
``Very Little Windows'': Deportation and Arrival	103	(24)
Bessie K	110	(3)
Edith P	113	(10)
Arnold C	123	(4)
``What My Eyes Have Seen'': The Camps	127	(50)
Chaim E	132	(11)
Hanna F	143	(5)
Clara L	148	(8)
Martin S	156	(8)
Helen K	164	(4)
Walter S	168	(5)
Herbert J	173	(4)
``Too Good a Fate'': Death March	177	(20)
Werner R	181	(9)
Christa M	190	(7)
``Lost, Without Words'': Liberation	197	(22)
Colonel Edmund M	205	(14)
``It Started with Dreams'': Aftermath	219	(32)
Perla K	232	(3)
Jacob K	235	(6)
Robert S	241	(10)
About the Yale Archive	251	(6)
Video References	257	(2)
For Further Reading	259	(4)
Index	263

Excerpts

Chapter 8: "Lost, Without Words" LiberationAs the German defeat became evident, so did awareness of the enormity of the catastrophe unleashed by Nazi Germany. Allied soldiers, stunned by huge mounds of corpses and living skeletons, were among the first to confront the atrocities in the camps they liberated. Germans from all walks of life, former citizens of Hitler's Thousand Year Reich, were compelled by Allied forces to view the unprecedented mass murder that had been carried out in their name in nearby camps. Those still alive among the victimized had to redefine the meaning of freedom in a world where their families, their homes, and their towns, villages, and religious communities had been destroyed forever.For most of those who survived the camps and death marches, "liberation" offered little solace. Most were alone. They were ill, weak, and malnourished, facing a bleak and uncertain future. Those of us who today celebrate the "triumph of survival" overlook the burden of survivors' painful memories and their sense at liberation that "I'm not alive, I'm dead" and "I'm alive, but so what?"Some camp survivors recall responding to the entrance of American or British soldiers with elation, scarcely believing that their ordeal had come to an end. The elation soon gave way to recurring nightmares and painful memories.Those who returned to their homes in Poland, hoping to find family, reclaim property, and resume their lives often encountered hostility, indifference, and violence. Many therefore chose to leave their former homes and traveled to displaced persons camps in Germany, Austria, and Italy, where they spent months -- sometimes years -- before being allowed to settle in other countries.Colonel Edmund M.Born Baltimore, Maryland, circa 1919First Lieutenant, Sixty-fifth U.S. InfantryI was in my, I guess, mid-twenties [and] I was an infantry officer in General Patton's Third Army. We had fought our way through most of Germany, and a few days before the liberation of this camp we had fought our way into Austria. My particular unit was one of the first units to gain entrance into Nazi-occupied Austria at that time. So at that time, we were waiting -- by "we" I am referring to my specific unit -- we were told to stop and wait for the advance of the Soviet army that was coming from the east, from Vienna, that they had recently captured, and approaching us. The Soviet army was approximately a hundred, a hundred and ten miles away farther to the east.This was the spring of 1945. It was beautiful. The country was picturesque. We were admiring the flowers. Things were now more relaxed. Two or three tanks then stumbled upon Mauthausen concentration camp. There was no prior knowledge, as far as we knew, to the existence of this major concentration camp. The effect, I think, was pure chance that our American tanks found these. So quickly, then, the airwaves were filled with the radio messages going in all directions about this particular camp having been found. I jumped out of the jeep to head in towards the main gate. Even though it was a beautiful day, [a] very, very beautiful day, I felt a brief chill. I don't know what caused the chill. Perhaps a premonition of what we were about to see.Werner R.Age 18, MauthausenThe trouble was that the American troops advanced from one side and the Russian troops advanced from the other side, and they had an agreement that "This area is yours and this area is ours," and everything was fine and dandy. Unfortunately, nobody counted that the Russian forces would be held up in Vienna. So the whole thing got delayed. And in the meantime, while the squeeze was going on, there was no food in the camp. I mean, it was sort of a -- a concentration camp at its worst. The camp was overcrowded. There were maybe in one of these bunks four or six people sitting, crouched together. They were giving us a spoonful, ta