In The Hell Of Auschwitz; The Wartime Memoirs Of Judith Sternberg Newman [Illustrated Edition]
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Despite the Nazi oppression of all Jews in the lands under their control, Judith Sternberg Newman and her family were hugely fortunate to have managed get permission to settle in Paraguay in 1940. However their escape was blocked by the German authorities who refused to provide an exit visa, from that moment on, as the author notes, “fate turned against us”. As the author relates in these horrific memoirs are the torments, brutality and death at Auschwitz; the treatment that left here by the end of the war as the only surviving member of her family. She emigrated to America in 1947 where she was able to practise at her chosen profession in nursing and raise a family.
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In The Hell Of Auschwitz; The Wartime Memoirs Of Judith Sternberg Newman [Illustrated Edition] - Judith Sternberg Newman
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IN THE HELL OF AUSCHWITZ
— The Wartime Memoirs of Judith Sternberg Newman
ILLUSTRATED
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Contents
TABLE OF CONTENTS 4
DEDICATION 5
IN MEMORIAM 6
I 7
II 18
III 28
Illustrations 43
IV 51
V 61
VI 72
VII 79
APPENDIX 82
REQUEST FROM THE PUBLISHER 90
Images Of The Holocaust 91
Views of the Shoah 92
Transportation 119
The Ghettos 126
The Einsatzgruppen 161
Mauthausen-Gusen 169
The Aktion Reinhardt Camps 179
Bełżec 179
Treblinka 194
Sobibor 200
Majdanek 205
Chelmno 214
Auschwitz-Birkenau 222
Dachau 246
Ravensbrück 254
The Architects of Destruction 258
Heinrich Himmler 258
Reinhard Heydrich 268
Adolf Eichmann 277
Josef Mengele 280
Maps 282
DEDICATION
To the memory of MY FAMILY all of whom, except my father, lost their lives in Auschwitz; and to the memory of all the other victims who perished there.
IN MEMORIAM
MY PARENTS
Ismar Sternberg
Regina Sternberg
MY SISTERS
Charlotte Preis, née Sternberg—Age 25
Herta Sternberg—Age 22
MY BROTHERS
Sally Sternberg—Age 26
Siegfried Sternberg—Age 22
Artur Sternberg—Age 18
MY FIANCE
Dr. Martin Tallert
CHARLOTTE’S HUSBAND
Werner Preis
AND THEIR LITTLE DAUGHTER
Eva—Age 5
MY UNCLE AND AUNT
George Sternberg
Paula Sternberg
J. S. N.
I
I WAS seventeen years old when my dear father died suddenly of a heart attack. At the time I thought the world was coming to an end for me.
My father’s untimely death was a great tragedy for us all, and especially for my dear mother, who was now left alone with all her cares and worries—life under Hitler was very hard for us Jews.
Since 1933 my parents had known only fear and anxiety about what the future might bring. I was the third-oldest of the children. My oldest sister, Charlotte, was married, but there were still five of us left for my mother to provide for. My youngest brother was a boy of twelve when we lost our father. My sister Herta was at home with my mother, and two of my brothers were attending special courses at a trade school in Beuthen in Upper Silesia, which was to prepare them for their emigration to Palestine. It was 1937. I myself had just begun my training as a student nurse in a Breslau hospital. My mother had been forced to give up our business, the running of which had gradually been made more and more difficult by the Nazis, and the family was living on the income from our holdings. Not for very long, though, for the Nazis took everything away from us, and soon we were no longer in possession of our properties.
But this was not the worst by far, nor the most feared. Life was getting harder all the time. Pogroms of the Jewish people had started, and my mother trembled for the life of her sons. My older brothers were planning to emigrate to Palestine, and in 1938 all formalities for the journey had been completed; but at the last moment the thought of leaving their mother and the rest of the family behind in such difficult times made them return their tickets and passports in order to stay with us and await a time for joint departure. The only happiness that remained for us was the warmth and harmony of our closely knit family circle.
In 1939 I was given an opportunity to go to England as a student nurse, and my mother with heavy heart gave me her permission to accept this post. Yet I also could not bear the thought of leaving and perhaps never again seeing my mother, and so I let my papers lapse. I remained at the hospital, where I completed my studies and became a registered nurse.
In 1940 we received permission to enter Paraguay for the purpose of settling there. We made our preparations and were all ready to leave with our overseas trunks packed and ready to be sent to Bremen. When we received our passports, we sent to the consul in Bremen to get our visas. But fate turned against us once more. We were unable to obtain a transit visa, and there was nothing left for us to do but return to Breslau and there continue our troubled existence.
After the war broke out, our life became worse day by day. Little by little, all of our common rights were taken from us. We were made to leave our homes and live in a few small rooms. Radios, gold, silver, and other articles of value had to be handed over, as well as our clothes and furs. We no longer had any right to our savings accounts. We were told how much we were expected to spend for our living expenses. We were forbidden to use trolley cars and railroads.
Jews were selected to do the dirtiest and heaviest jobs. Bicycles had to be surrendered, and people had to walk to work, often several kilometers, even in the depth of winter. Jews were deprived of their ration cards for clothing, resulting in a lack of working clothes and comfortable shoes. We were forbidden to use parks and public walks; the park benches bore in white lettering the words: Strictly off limits for Jews.
Store signs proclaimed in large print: Jews will not be served,
or Goods will not be sold to Jews.
Meat, vegetables, fruit, fats, and other items were stricken off our food-ration cards. We were required to wear stars bearing the word Jew
on our clothes and coats. We were not allowed to visit movie houses and theaters—in other words, our cemetery was our only place of relaxation and rest. Our synagogues had long since been burned down by the Nazis and party members, and religious services had to be held in makeshift quarters. Sometimes during the service stones were flung through the windows, usually hurled by members of the Hitler Youth Group. The door to our apartment had to be marked Jew,
so that we were helplessly exposed to thievery and pilfering. All women and men were forced to adopt the epithet of Sarah or Israel.
Every four weeks we were required to report to the Gestapo, and if someone forgot to mention the by-name, this was sufficient reason to dispatch him to one of the annihilation camps in Poland. When this happened, the usual procedure was to return the urn containing the victim’s ashes to his Jewish community by parcel post, to be delivered upon payment of a certain sum. The cause of death, in most cases, was given as pneumonia, or stroke in the case of an older person. On every Jewish holiday there always were arrests and other pogroms. Nevertheless we suffered everything stoically, and we all believed it could not possibly get any worse. But still we were not left in peace.
The Jews were not the only ones persecuted by the Nazis. Nuns and monks were taken out of their cloisters, driven in trucks through the streets, and subjected to the mockery of the populace. Their habits were taken from them, and they were forced to work in factories. If they refused, they were put into concentration camps. Cloisters were shut down. Thus many ministers and priests were killed in the concentration camps because they would not yield to the Germans. Images of Jesus were removed from the churches and pictures of the Führer were substituted. They said that Jesus could not have been any better than the rest of the Jews, and they refused to worship a Jew. They shouted: Hitler is our God!
Confirmations and weddings were held in the name of the Führer only. I remember that many people opposed this, but these poor unfortunates were simply disposed of. Parents no longer had any authority over their children; the Hitler groups were the educators. A parent, for instance, was not allowed to spank his child if he was wearing the uniform. Often a child caused his own father or mother to be sent to prison. Young girls were urged to have babies even though they were unmarried. They were told that not every girl could become a German wife, but all of them could be German mothers. The government paid a certain fee for each child, and the more children they had, the higher were the monetary rewards. Moral principles had sunk to a very low level, and young people knew no respect —neither for God nor for their parents. They were brought up to hate everyone who was not of Teutonic descent. And they were so sure of their song: Germany Above All, Above All in the World.
That was the reason why they possessed the audacity to inflict such unbelievable tortures on innocent people.
Soon emigration transports to Poland began. People had to leave home with but a small suitcase or a knapsack, mothers with their infants in their arms; they were entering a world of black fear. I remember it well. It was winter, and very cold. We were kept in a temporary camp in our home town, where people spent three to five days lying on the floor wrapped only in their blankets and unable to obtain warm food for their children. They asked: What could possibly happen to us worse than this? We can only die.
Death no longer held any terror, but first these martyrs were destined to suffer in a most horrible and gruesome way. Death would come later, in Poland, where the poor victims were made to dig their own graves. The digging completed, they were told to march past the ditches with their children, while the SS and other military units shot them—right into the open pits. Not all of them were fortunate enough to die at once, and some of them were buried alive. I was still working at my job in the hospital when I first heard about this from good friends, who advised us to commit suicide at home when our turn came rather than be sent away. They told us what they had seen with their own eyes, but we could not believe these stories until we had personally convinced ourselves of the cruelties of the Nazis.
Our destiny soon caught up with us. It was five o’clock in the morning on February 23, 1942, when an unusual commotion awakened me at the hospital, where, as Stationsschwester (nurse in charge of the children’s ward), I had my lodgings. There was excited running back and forth in the corridors. I looked out the window and saw police threatening us with rifles. The gatekeeper and several physicians had already been picked up. Trembling all over, I began to pack my belongings. The policemen consoled us, saying not to worry, for we would merely be sent to a work camp. So great was our desire to live that we believed these criminals, though our hearts were heavy with grief. Oberschwester (Chief Nurse) Toni, however, was not to be fooled. She said: You pigs shall not get me!
She went upstairs, took a large dose of cyanide, and when she came down dropped dead at their feet. I was informed that my name was not on the list, since I had been reclaimed by the hospital for a few more weeks, but when I learned that my mother and my whole family were included, I did not hesitate to volunteer to go along too. It was then that they took me to the temporary camp, where I was reunited with my mother, who had already been searching for me with great anxiety.
We rushed into each other’s arms. We’ll accept our fate, whatever it may be—to live or die together.
My mother, no longer caring for her own life, only prayed that her children might be spared. As a Jewish mother she bore her lot bravely, but her eyes betrayed her grief and suffering.
My heart ached when my mother told me how she had been forced out of her apartment that morning. She had not even had time to put on her coat, for she had been helping my brothers and sister get their things together to pack in a knapsack, without thinking of herself. The German barbarians could not wait any longer; a push with a rifle butt knocked her against the wall. Then she was told: Hurry up and get out of here. You won’t be needing your things any more.
My mother left, and right then, while she was watching, the Gestapo put their seal on the apartment. At the last moment I was able to get a coat for my mother so that she was somewhat protected from the bitter cold.
I was engaged at the time, and we had been planning to be married in two weeks, on March 21. The rabbi gave us blessings in the transit camp, and we had a simple religious wedding ceremony. However, the marriage was not official because we were unable to get our papers for the civil ceremony, and so the religious ceremony was not valid according to the laws of the land. But my fiancé and I were now together, entering on this road of sorrow.
There were about fourteen hundred people in the temporary camp, three hundred of whom were children. They played unconcernedly, running here and there and building castles in the sand. But there was a mute scream for help written on the faces of the grownups, and fearful hesitation when their turn to join the transports came. During the second night alone there were eighty suicides in the camp. Eighty others were picked out to take their places in the transport. They were not cowards, afraid to live, but they did not want to have their lives taken by the Nazi murderers. Oh, how it must have grieved a mother