The price of being a Jew (Issue 2)
An essential component of Hitler’s racist policy was the elimination of Jewish life in Germany, a policy that gathered malevolent force once he unleashed his war against Poland in 1939. That country became the dumping ground for all those in Greater Germany dubbed by the Nazis as undesirables. Within a year hundreds of thousands of former German Jewish citizens as well as Poles fell victim to the genocidal program orchestrated on behalf of the regime by Himmler and his S.S. Murders escalated as Russia was invaded in June 1941. Vast amounts of Russian territory were enveloped by the invading German armies. In the wake of the conquerors came the same S.S. killing machine to dispose of millions of Russian POW’s as well as Russian civilians and all Jews caught in its genocidal net. The war provided the secrecy needed to keep virtually all knowledge of these murders unknown to the ordinary German people as well as the world at large. Only with the recovery of occupied territories by invading Allied (Western and Russian) armies in 1944-5 did the full horror of these years become widely known. The grisly record of the concentration camps formed part of the indictment of the Nazi leaders at their trial at Nuremberg in late 1945.
The following eyewitness account of Hermann Graebe, a German construction engineer in the Ukraine in 1942, was cited in the closing speech of the British chief prosecutor at that tribunal.
On 5th October, 1942, when I visited the building office at Dubno my foreman told me that in the vicinity of the site, Jews from Dubno had been shot in three large pits, each about 30 meters long and 3 meters deep. About I,500 persons had been killed daily. All of the 5,000 Jews who had still been living in Dubno before the pogrom were to be liquidated. As the shooting had taken place in his presence, he was still much upset.
Thereupon I drove to the site, accompanied by my foreman and saw near it great mounds of earth, about 30 meters long and 2 meters high. Several trucks stood in front of the mounds. Armed Ukrainian militia drove the people off the trucks under the supervision of an S.S. man. The militia men acted as guards on the trucks and drove them to and from the pit. All these people had the regulation yellow patches on the front and back of their clothes and thus could be recognized as Jews.
My foreman and I went directly to the pits. Nobody bothered us. Now I heard rifle shots in quick succession from behind one of the earth mounds. The people who had got off the trucks–men, women and children of all ages-had to undress upon the orders of an S.S. man, who carried a riding or dog whip. They had to put down their clothes in fixed places, sorted according to shoes, top clothing and underclothing. I saw a heap of shoes of about 800 to 1,000 pairs, great piles of under linen and clothing. Without screaming or weeping these people undressed, stood around in family groups, kissed each other, said farewells, and waited for a sign from another S.S. man, who stood near the pit, also with a whip in his hand. During the I5 minutes that I stood near I heard no complaint or plea for mercy. I watched a family of about eight persons, a man and a woman both about 50 with their children of about one, eight and ten, and two grown-up daughters of about 2O to 24. An old woman with snow-white hair was holding the one-year-old child in her arms and singing to it and tickling it. The child was cooing with delight. The couple were looking on with tears in their eyes. The father was holding the hand of a boy about 10 years old and speaking to him softly; the boy was fighting his tears. The father pointed to the sky, stroked his head and seemed to explain something to him. At that moment the S.S. man at the pit shouted something to his comrade. The latter counted off about 20 persons and instructed them to go behind the earth mound. Among them was the family which I have mentioned. I well remember a girl, slim and with black hair who, as she passed close to me, pointed to herself and said, ” Twenty-three.” I walked around the mound and found myself confronted by a tremendous grave. People were closely wedged together and lying on top of each other so that only their heads were visible. Nearly all had blood running over their shoulders from their heads. Some of the people shot were still moving. Some were lifting their arms and turning their heads to show that they were still alive. The pit was already two-thirds full. I estimated that it already contained about 1,000 people.
I looked for the man who did the shooting. He was an S.S. man, who sat at the edge of the narrow end of the pit, his feet dangling into the pit. He had a tommy gun on his knees and was smoking a cigarette. The people, completely naked, went down some steps which were cut in the clay wall of the pit and clambered over the heads of the people lying there, to the place to which the S.S. man directed them. They laid down in front of the dead or injured people; some caressed those who were still alive and spoke to them in a low voice. Then I heard a series of shots. I looked into the pit and saw that the bodies were twitching or the heads lying motionless on top of the bodies which lay before them. Blood was running away from their necks. I was surprised that I was not ordered away, but I saw that there were two or three postmen in uniform nearby. The next batch was approaching already. They went down into the pit, lined themselves up against the previous victims and were shot. When I walked back round the mound I noticed another truckload of people which had just arrived. This time it included sick and infirm persons. An old, very thin woman with terribly thin legs was undressed by others who were already naked, while two people held her up. The woman appeared to be paralyzed. The naked people carried the woman around the mound. I left with my foreman and drove in my car back to Dubno.
On the morning of the next day, when I again visited the site, I saw about 30 naked people lying near the pit-about 30 to 50 meters away from it. Some of them were still alive; they looked straight in front of them with a fixed stare and seemed to notice neither the chilliness of the morning nor the workers of my firm who stood around. A girl of about 20 spoke to me and asked me to give her clothes and help her escape. At that moment we heard a fast car approach and I noticed that it was an S.S. detail. I moved away to my site. Ten minutes later we heard shots from the vicinity of the pit. The Jews still alive had been ordered to throw the corpses into the pit; then they had themselves to lie down in this to be shot in the neck.
Ref.: The Trial of German Major War Criminals (London: HMSO, 1946)

Damn. I’m horrified by the cruelty each time I hear these accounts of the Holocaust. What kind of cold hearted person could do the heinous things described here?
My God.
I’m astonished by the cruelty described here, it’s hard to believe a human being can be so damn cruel and barbaric to another human being.
Thanks, Judah. Many Nazis who witnessed or participated in these atrocities eventually went insane or committed suicide.
As a kid I used to have a recurrent nightmare where Germans were chasing me on their sidecar motorcycles down my neighborhood street, trying to machine gun me.
This was probably a result of growing up in a country where WWII was a daily reminder (I once dug up a machine gun bullet casing with Nazi swastika on it, literally in my own backyard – my town was occupied, a German officer and his Ukrainian mistress were living in our house, the same house my great-grandfather built), from stories from my relatives to books, victory parades, war movies, serials on TV and theaters.