{"id":119088,"date":"2015-07-25T14:48:50","date_gmt":"2015-07-25T14:48:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thetruthseeker.co.uk\/?p=119088"},"modified":"2015-07-31T07:44:39","modified_gmt":"2015-07-31T07:44:39","slug":"german-victims-how-the-allied-victors-of-wwii-tortured-and-killed-their-german-prisoners-part-1-of-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thetruthseeker.co.uk\/?p=119088","title":{"rendered":"German Victims : How the Allied Victors of WWII tortured and killed their German prisoners (Part 1 of 2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Thomas Goodrich author of Hellstorm\u2014The Death of Nazi Germany, 1944-1947<\/a><\/span><\/h1>\n

An edited abridgement by Lasha Darkmoon with notes and comments<\/h2>\n

\"Nightmare<\/a>\u201cStaffed and run by Jews, the prisons were little better than torture chambers.\u201d
\n\u2014 Thomas Goodrich<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

Part 1: Vai Victis!<\/em> \u2014 Woe to the Vanquished!<\/strong><\/h2>\n
Moments after arrival at the prison camp, prisoners were made horrifyingly aware of their fate. John Sack, himself a Jew, reports on one camp run by twenty-six-year-old Shlomo Morel.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
\u201cI was at Auschwitz,\u201d Shlomo proclaimed, lying to the Germans but, even more, to himself, psyching himself up like a fighter the night of the championship, filling himself with hate for the Germans around him. \u201cI was at Auschwitz for six long years, and I swore that if I got out, I\u2019d pay all you Nazis back!\u201d<\/h5>\n
Note by Lasha Darkmoon: Shlomo Morel, psychopathic torturer and killer of German prisoners of war, later took refuge in Israel where he was held in high honor and remained beyond the reach of international law.\u00a0<\/em>Here now is this Jewish war criminal in 1945, age 26, commandant of a German prisoner of war camp\u00a0<\/em>where torture was practiced for its own sake: \u00a0<\/em><\/h5>\n
\u201cSchweine!<\/em>\u201d Shlomo cried. He threw down his rubber club, grabbed a wooden stool, and started beating a German\u2019s head. Without thinking, the man raised his arms, and Shlomo, enraged that the man would try to evade his just punishment, cried, \u201cSonofawhore!<\/em>\u201d and slammed the stool against the man\u2019s chest. <\/strong><\/h5>\n
The man dropped his arms, and Shlomo started hitting his now undefended head when snap!<\/em> the leg of the stool split off. Cursing the German birchwood, he grabbed another stool and hit the German with that. <\/strong><\/h5>\n
No one was singing now, but Shlomo, shouting, didn\u2019t notice. <\/strong><\/h5>\n
The other guards called out, \u201cBlond!\u201d \u201cBlack!\u201d \u201cShort!\u201d \u201cTall!\u201d and as each of these terrified people came up, they wielded their clubs upon him. The brawl went on till eleven o\u2019clock, when the sweat-drenched invaders cried, \u201cPigs! We will fix you up!\u201d and left the Germans alone.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
Some were quite fixed. Shlomo and his subordinates had killed them<\/strong><\/h5>\n
The next night it was more of the same . . . and the next night . . . \u00a0and the next and the next. Those who survived the \u201cwelcoming committees\u201d at this and other camps were flung back into their pens.<\/h5>\n
And so, with the once mighty German Army now disarmed and enslaved in May, 1945, and with their leaders either dead or awaiting trial for so-called \u201cwar crimes,\u201d the old men, women and children who remained in the dismembered Reich found themselves utterly at the mercy of the victors.<\/h5>\n
Unfortunately for these survivors, never in the history of the world was mercy in shorter supply.<\/h5>\n
\u00a7<\/h5>\n
Because their knowledge of the language and culture was superb, most of the intelligence officers accompanying US and British forces into the Reich after WWII were Jewish refugees<\/strong> who had fled Germany in the late 1930s. Although their American and English \u201caides\u201d were hardly better, the fact that many of these people became interrogators, examiners and screeners, with old scores to settle, insured that no German would be shown any mercy.<\/h5>\n
One man opposed to the vengeance-minded program of these Americanized Jews was General George Patton.<\/h5>\n
\u201cEvidently the virus started by Morgenthau and [Bernard] Baruch of a Semitic revenge against all Germans is still working,\u201d wrote the general in private. \u201cI am frankly opposed to this war-criminal stuff. It is not cricket and it is Semitic. I can\u2019t see how Americans can sink so low.\u201d<\/strong><\/h5>\n
Soon after occupation, all adult Germans were compelled to register at the nearest Allied headquarters and complete a lengthy questionnaire on their past activities. While many nervous citizens were detained then and there, most returned home, convinced that at long last the terrible ordeal was over. For millions, however, the trial had but begun.<\/h5>\n
Few German adults, Nazi or not, escaped the dreaded knock on the door. Far from being dangerous fascists, Freddy and Lali Horstmann were actually well-known anti-Nazis. Lali Horstmann records her encounter with a Russian commissar from the Russian Zone.<\/h5>\n
LD: Since a disproportionate number of Russian commissars were Jews, especially those working for the cheka and other security services, this particular officer was probably Jewish.<\/em><\/h5>\n
\u201cI am sorry to bother you,\u201d he began, \u201cbut I am simply carrying out my orders. Until when did you work for the Foreign Office?\u201d<\/strong><\/h5>\n
\u201cTill 1933,\u201d my husband answered.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
\u201cThen you need fear nothing,\u201d Androff said. \u201cWe accuse you of nothing, but we want you to accompany us to the headquarters of the NKVD, the secret police, so that we can take down what you said in a protocol, and ask you a few questions about the working of the Foreign Office.\u201d<\/strong><\/h5>\n
We were stunned for a moment; then I started forward, asking if I could come along with them. \u201cImpossible,\u201d the interpreter smiled. My heart raced. Would Freddy answer satisfactorily? Could he stand the excitement? What sort of accommodation would they give him?<\/strong><\/h5>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry, your husband has nothing to fear,\u201d Androff continued. \u201cHe will have a heated room. Give him a blanket for the night, but quickly, we must leave.\u201d<\/strong><\/h5>\n
There was a feeling of sharp tension, putting the soldier on his guard, as though he were expecting an attack from one of us. I took first the soldier, then the interpreter, by their hands and begged them to be kind to Freddy, repeating myself in the bustle and scraping of feet that drowned my words. <\/strong><\/h5>\n
There was a banging of doors. A cold wind blew in. I felt Freddy kiss me. <\/strong><\/h5>\n
I never saw him again.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
\u00a7<\/h5>\n
\u201cWe were wakened by the sound of tires screeching, engines stopping abruptly, orders yelled, general din, and a hammering on the window shutters. Then the intruders broke through the door, and we saw Americans with rifles who stood in front of our bed and shone lights at us. None of them spoke German, but their gestures said: \u2018Get dressed, come with us immediately.\u2019 This was my fourth arrest.\u201d<\/h5>\n
So wrote Leni Riefenstahl<\/strong>, a talented young woman who was perhaps the world\u2019s greatest film-maker.<\/h5>\n
Because her epic documentaries\u2014Triumph of the Will<\/em> and Olympia<\/em>\u2014seemed paeans to not only Germany, but National Socialism, and because of her close relationship with an admiring Adolf Hitler, Leni was of more than passing interest to the Allies. Though false rumors also hinted that the attractive, one-time actress was also a \u201cmistress of the devil\u201d\u2014that she and Hitler were lovers.<\/h5>\n
\u201cNeither my husband nor my mother nor any of my three assistants had ever joined the Nazi Party, nor had any of us been politically active,\u201d said the confused young woman. \u201cNo charges had ever been filed against us, yet we were at the mercy of the Allies and had no legal protection of any kind.\u201d<\/h5>\n
\u201cWe were never free from torments [in the American prison].\u00a0For hours on end I rolled about on my bed, trying to forget my surroundings, but it was impossible. The mentally disturbed woman kept screaming \u2014 all through the night.\u00a0But even worse were the yells and shrieks of men from the courtyard, men who were being beaten, screaming like animals.\u201d<\/strong><\/h5>\n
Soon after Leni\u2019s fourth arrest, came a fifth.<\/h5>\n
\n
The jeep raced along the autobahns until, a few hours later, I was brought to the Salzburg Prison. There an elderly prison matron rudely pushed me into the cell, kicking me so hard that I fell to the ground. Then the door was locked. There were two other women in the dark, barren room, and one of them, on her knees, slid about the floor, jabbering confusedly; then she began to scream, her limbs writhing hysterically. She seemed to have lost her mind. The other woman crouched on her bunk, weeping to herself.<\/strong><\/h5>\n<\/blockquote>\n
\"Leni<\/a>As Leni Riefelstahl<\/strong> (pictured) and others quickly discovered, the \u201csoftening up\u201d process began soon after arrival at an Allied prison.<\/h5>\n
When Ernst von Salomon, his Jewish girl friend and fellow prisoners reached an American holding pen near Munich, the men were promptly led into a room and brutally beaten by military police.<\/h5>\n
With his teeth knocked out and blood spurting from his mouth, von Salomon moaned to a gum-chewing officer, \u201cYou are no gentlemen.\u201d The remark brought only a roar of laughter from the attackers. \u201cNo, no, no!\u201d the GIs grinned. \u201cWe are Mississippi boys!\u201d<\/h5>\n
In another room, military policemen raped the women at will while leering soldiers watched from windows.\u00a0After such savage treatment, the feelings of despair only intensified once the captives were crammed into cells.<\/h5>\n
\u201cThe people had been standing there for three days, waiting to be interrogated,\u201d remembered a German physician ordered to treat prisoners in the Soviet Zone. \u201cAt the sight of us a pandemonium broke out which left me helpless. As far as I could gather, the usual senseless questions were being reiterated: Why were they there, and for how long? They had no water and hardly anything to eat. They wanted to be let out more often than once a day. A great many of them have dysentery so badly that they can no longer get up.\u201d<\/h5>\n
\u201cYoung Poles made fun of us,\u201d said a woman from her cell in the same zone. \u201cThey threw bricks through the windows, paper bags with sand, and skins of hares filled with excrement. We did not dare to move or offer resistance, but huddled together in the farthest corner, in order not to be hit, which could not always be avoided. . . . We were never free from torments.\u201d<\/h5>\n
\u201cFor hours on end I rolled about on my bed, trying to forget my surroundings,\u201d recalled Leni Riefenstahl, \u201cbut it was impossible.\u00a0The mentally disturbed woman kept screaming\u2014all through the night. But even worse were the yells and shrieks of men from the courtyard, men who were being beaten, screaming like animals. I subsequently found out that a company of SS men was being interrogated.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
They came for me the next morning, and I was taken to a padded cell where I had to strip naked, and a woman examined every square inch of my body. Then I had to get dressed and go down to the courtyard, where many men were standing, apparently prisoners, and I was the only woman.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
We had to line up before an American guard who spoke German. The prisoners stood to attention, so I tried to do the same, and then an American came who spoke fluent German. He pushed a few people together, then halted at the first in our line.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
\u201cWere you in the Party?\u201d<\/strong><\/h5>\n
The prisoner hesitated for a moment, then said, \u201cYes.\u201d He was slugged in the face and spat blood.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
The American went on to the next in line.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
\u201cWere you in the Party?\u201d<\/strong><\/h5>\n
The man hesitated.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
\u201cYes or no?\u201d<\/strong><\/h5>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/strong><\/h5>\n
And he too got punched so hard in the face that the blood ran out of his mouth. However, like the first man, he didn\u2019t dare resist.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
They didn\u2019t even instinctively raise their hands to protect themselves. They did nothing. They put up with the blows like dogs.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
The next man was asked: \u201cWere you in the Party?\u201d<\/strong><\/h5>\n
Silence.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
\u201cWell?\u201d<\/strong><\/h5>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d he yelled, so no punch. <\/strong><\/h5>\n
From then on nobody admitted that he had been in the Party and I was not even asked.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
As the above case illustrated, there often was no rhyme or reason to the examinations. All seemed designed to force from the victim what the inquisitor wanted to hear, whether true or false. Additionally, most such \u201cinterrogations\u201d were structured to inflict as much pain and suffering as possible. One prisoner explained:<\/h5>\n
\u201cThe purpose of these interrogations is not to worm out of the people what they knew\u2014which would be uninteresting anyway\u2014but to extort from them special statements. The methods resorted to are extremely primitive. People are beaten up until they confess to having been members of the Nazi Party. The authorities simply assume that, basically, everybody has belonged to the Party. Many people die during and after these interrogations, while others, who admit at once their party membership, are treated more leniently.\u201d<\/h5>\n
\u201cA young commissar, who was a great hater of the Germans, cross-examined me,\u201d said Gertrude Schulz. \u201cWhen he put the question: \u2018Frauenwerk [Women\u2019s Labor Service]?\u2019 I answered in the negative. Thereupon he became so enraged, that he beat me with a stick, until I was black and blue. I received about 15 blows \u2026 on my left upper arm, on my back and on my thigh. I collapsed and, as in the case of the first cross-examination, I had to sign the questionnaire.\u201d<\/h5>\n
\u201cBoth officers who took our testimony were former German Jews,\u201d reminisced a member of the women\u2019s SS, Anna Fest. While vicious dogs snarled nearby, one of the officers screamed questions and accusations at Anna. If the answers were not those desired, \u201che kicked me in the back and the other hit me.\u201d<\/strong><\/h5>\n
They kept saying we must have been armed, have had pistols and so on. But we had no weapons, none of us. I had no pistol. I couldn\u2019t say, just so they\u2019d leave me in peace, \u2018Yes, we had pistols.\u2019 The same thing would happen to the next person to testify. The terrible thing was, the German men had to watch. That was a horrible, horrible experience. That must have been terrible for them. When I went outside, several of them stood there with tears running down their cheeks. What could they have done? They could do nothing.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
Not surprisingly, with beatings, rape, torture, and death facing them, few victims failed to \u201cconfess\u201d and most gladly inked their name to any scrap of paper shown them. Some, like Anna, tried to resist. Such recalcitrance was almost always of short duration, however. Generally, after enduring blackened eyes, broken bones, electric shock to breasts\u2014or, in the case of men, smashed testicles\u2014only those who died during torture failed to sign confessions.<\/h5>\n
Alone, surrounded by sadistic hate, utterly bereft of law, many victims understandably escaped by taking their own lives. Like tiny islands in a vast sea of evil, however, miracles did occur. As he limped painfully back to his prison cell, one Wehrmacht officer reflected on the insults, beatings, and tortures he had endured and contemplated suicide.<\/h5>\n
I could not see properly in the semi-darkness and missed my open cell door. A kick in the back and I was sprawling on the floor. As I raised myself I said to myself I could not, should not accept this humiliation. I sat on my bunk. I had hidden a razor blade that would serve to open my veins. Then I looked at the New Testament and found these words in the Gospel of St. John: \u201cWithout me ye can do nothing.\u201d<\/strong><\/h5>\n
Yes. You can mangle this poor body\u2014I looked down at the running sores on my legs\u2014but myself, my honor, God\u2019s image that is in me, you cannot touch. This body is only a shell, not my real self. Without Him, without the Lord, my Lord, ye can do nothing. New strength seemed to rise in me.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
I was pondering over what seemed to me a miracle when the heavy lock turned in the cell door. A very young American soldier came in, put his finger to his lips to warn me not to speak. \u201cI saw it,\u201d he said. \u201cHere are baked potatoes.\u201d He pulled the potatoes out of his pocket and gave them to me, and then went out, locking the door behind him.<\/strong><\/h5>\n
\u00a7<\/h5>\n
Horrific as de-Nazification was in the British, French and, especially the American Zone, it was nothing compared to what took place in Poland, behind Soviet lines.<\/h5>\n
In hundreds of concentration camps sponsored by an apparatus called the \u201cOffice of State Security,\u201d thousands of Germans\u2014male and female, old and young, high and low, Nazi and non\u2013Nazi, SS, Wehrmacht, Volkssturm, Hitler Youth, all\u2014were rounded up and imprisoned.<\/h5>\n
While those with blond hair, blue eyes and handsome features were first to go, anyone who spoke German would do.<\/h5>\n

AMERICAN TORTURE PEN<\/strong><\/h2>\n
\"Americamn-e1429032295979\"

A forerunner of Abu Ghraib.<\/p><\/div>\n

\u201cStaffed and run by Jews, with help from Poles, Czechs, Russians, and other concentration camp survivors, the prisons were little better than torture chambers where dying was a thing to be prolonged, not hastened.\u201d\u00a0\u2014 Thomas Goodrich<\/strong><\/h5>\n
—–<\/h5>\n
Continued in Part 2<\/strong><\/em><\/h5>\n

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