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Rees uses Auschwitz as a window through which to examine the Holocaust in its broader context. He argues that, far from being an aberration, the camp was a uniquely important institution in the Nazi state, one that played a vital role in the 'Final Solution'.
Auschwitz examines the mentality and motivations of the key Nazi decision makers, and perpetrators of appalling crimes speak here for the first time about their actions. Fascinating and disturbing facts have been uncovered � from the operation of a brothel to the corruption that was rife throughout the camp. The book draws on intriguing new documentary material from recently opened Russian archives, which will challenge many previously accepted arguments.
Auschwitz lay at the hub of a complex system of extermination that spread throughout Nazi Europe. Rees addresses uncomfortable questions, such as why so few countries under Nazi occupation protected their Jews and why the Allies did little directly to prevent the killing even after they knew about the existence of the camp.
320 pages, Hardcover
First published January 2, 2005
People asked me, ‘What did you learn?� and I think I’m only sure of one thing—nobody knows themselves. The nice person on the street, you ask him, ‘Where is North Street?� and he goes with you half a block and shows you, and is nice and kind. That same person in a different situation could be the worst sadist. Nobody knows themselves.
Auschwitz prisoners were even "sold" to the Bayer company, part of the I.G. Farben, as human guinea pigs for the testing of new drugs. One of the communications from Bayer to the Auschwitz authorities states that "The transport of 150 women arrived in good conditions. However, we were unable to obtain conclusive results because they died during the experiments. We would kindly request that you send us another group of women to the same number and at the same price."
Yes, I thought about this. But nobody did anything. [I was]fifteen years old and had people with grown-up experience all around and nobody was doing anything. People change under some conditions. People asked me, "What did you learn?" and I think I'm only sure of one thing--nobody knows themselves. The nice person on the street, you ask him, "Where is North Street?" and he goes with you half a block and shows you, and is nice and kind. That same person in a different situation could be the worst sadist. Nobody knows themselves. All of us could be good people or bad people in these [different] situation. Sometimes, when somebody is really nice to me, I find myself thinking, "how will he be in Sobibor?"
It is as if, for people like Toivi Blatt, the realization came in the camps that human beings resemble elements that are changeable according to temperature. Just as water only exists as water in a certain temperature range and is steam or ice in others, so human beings can become different people according to extremes of circumstance.
One of the most disturbing aspects of this analysis is, in my experience, that it is one shared by many perpetrators. I remember one former dedicated member of the Nazi party saying to me in an exasperated manner, after I pressed him on why so many went along with the horrors of the regimes, "The trouble with the world today is that people who have never been tested go around making judgments about people who have."
Even today Morris has "no problem" with having killed this German prisoner. It mattered not that the man he murdered had been a fellow inmate of Auschwitz. All that was important was the language he'd been speaking. "I was happy. They [the Germans] killed all my family, thirty or forty people, and I killed one German. Phuh! That was nothing. If I could kill a hundred of them I would be glad, because they destroyed us completely." No matter how he is questioned on the subject, Morris is unable to see any difference between the Germans who ran Auschwitz and the German prisoner he killed on the cattle car on that freezing winter night in Poland.
"We got angry," he [Moshe Tavor a member of the Jewish Brigade] says simply. "And many of us felt it wasn't enough that we participated in the war." So Moshe Tavor and his comrades discussed ways that they could take "revenge" on the Germans. Tavor says that they first used whatever contacts they had...Once all this preparation was complete, they would drive up to a house of the suspected perpetrator and take him away for an "interrogation."..."We would take this guy and he wouldn't resist. And from that moment on he no longer saw anything. He never saw his house again."
"Not that I was happy to do it--but I did it. I never had to drink before to make myself enthusiastic--I was always enthusiastic enough. I'm not saying that I was indifferent, but I was calm and quiet and I did my work. You can compare me perhaps even to the Germans themselves who did it, because they also did their work.
When I did it I felt very good. I mean not at the moment of the killing, but during that [overall] period of time. I can't say that I feel bad about it now. you can tell me I murdered people, but I know who I killed. So I'm not proud and I'm not guilty about it. I don't wake up at night with bad dreams or anything. I sleep well. I eat well. I live."
"I couldn't understand how six or eight German soldiers could lead one hundred and fifty people into vehicles and take them away. I think I might have attacked one of those Germans and let them kill me and get it over with...I feel very connected to the people who fought here [in Israel] two thousand years ago and I was less attached to the Jew who went like sheep to the slaughter--this I couldn't understand."
You still kill them but you kill them from a distance, and it doesn't have the demoralizing effect upon you that it did if I went up and stuck a bayonet in someone's stomach in the course of combat. It's just different. It's kind of like conducting war through a video game.