Trains to Treblinka
Trains to Treblinka
Into Treblinka by Henry Foster
Trains to Treblinka
A Novel
Charles Causey
Foreword by
Rabbi Bonnie Koppell
Edited by
Vicki Zimmer
© 2020 Charles Causey
Trains to Treblinka
A Novel
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Cover Photo: Deportation of Jews to Treblinka, Siedlce railway station, August 22, 1942. Photo taken by Austrian Soldier Hubert Pfoch on his way to the front. Used with permission from the Documentation Center of Austrian Resistance (DÖW).
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Trains to Treblinka is hard to put down. The story presents a renewed interest in the emotional impact of the events of World War II…the protagonists are deftly portrayed…a profoundly memorable story about Treblinka.”
—Publishers Weekly (BookLife Contest)
“Everything the Jews left behind had its value and its place.
Only the Jews themselves were regarded as worthless.”
—Jankiel Wiernik, Holocaust survivor
“I stare directly ahead as I take off my clothes. I am afraid. By not looking at anyone I hope no one will see me. I hesitate before removing my bra. I decide to leave my bra on. Just then a shot rings out. The charge is ear-shattering. Some women begin to scream. Others weep. I quickly take my bra off… A burden was lifted. The burden of individuality.
Of associations. Of identity. Of the recent past.”
—Livia Bitton-Jackson, Holocaust survivor
“Camp was a proving ground of character. Some—slithered into a moral swamp. Others—chiseled themselves a character of finest crystal. We were cut with a sharp instrument. Its blade bit painfully into our bodies, yet in our souls, it found fields to till.
We had all become just our bare essence. A man was seen and valued for what he really was.”
—Witold Pilecki, Holocaust survivor
for
Micaela and Olivia
may your lives shine through those who love you
Contents
Foreword
Author’s Note
The People
Preface
Part 1 Valuables
Part 2 The Doll
Part 3 Camp 2
Part 4 The Revolt
Postscript
Bibliography and Chapter Notes
Questions for Classroom Students and Book Clubs
Acknowledgements
Foreword
Charles Causey has written a gripping, sobering account of the horrors of the Nazi regime at the Treblinka extermination camp. This is not an easy book to read, yet it is powerful and important.
Currently a chaplain in the U.S. military, Charles has served in the army for thirty years. As a graduate of the U.S. Army War College, where he was awarded a master of strategic studies degree, as a recipient of the Bronze Star medal, and as a student of history and the author of several books, Chaplain Causey is uniquely poised to tell this story with deep insights from a variety of perspectives. His writing is informed both by his military training as well as his insight into the human condition.
I met Chaplain Causey during my thirty-eight years of service as a chaplain in the U.S. Army Reserve. I had the honor of serving as the first female rabbi in the U.S. military, and Charles supported my work every step of the way. His professionalism and collegiality were, and are, legendary in the Chaplain Corps. In his various roles, he has gained unique insight into human behavior, which he brings to bear in drawing the characters in Trains to Treblinka.
The boldness of the human spirit, the depths of evil of which we are capable, the will to survive, and the ability to retain a sense of humanity when all around people are losing theirs—these themes come alive in his writing. Chaplain Causey does not shirk from describing the incredible depravity of the guards at the extermination camp. It is painful, gruesome—to read of the cruelty of those who killed for sport, including ripping infants from their mothers’ loving arms. Yet we cannot ignore or deny history. Charles honors the memory of those who were lost by recording their story. He reminds us that our character is the sum of the choices we make, and that in every situation we have a choice as to how we respond.
Some of the Nazi victims succumbed to despair. Others plotted insurrection and escape, against impossible odds, demonstrating heroic courage in the face of tortuously inhuman conditions. Their story is captivating. Their perseverance and bravery are inspirations, and we owe a debt of gratitude to Charles Causey for giving voice to their story.
We live at a time when there are those who deny that the Holocaust occurred. As a rabbi and Jewish leader, I am profoundly grateful to Chaplain Causey for honoring the souls of the almost one million who perished at the Treblinka extermination camp.
Rabbi Bonnie Koppell
CH (COL) USAR, Retired
Phoenix, AZ
Author’s Note
The former death camp in Poland known as Treblinka is usually discussed in numbers instead of names. Like Auschwitz, Treblinka was a massive annihilation site during WWII. Unlike Auschwitz, Treblinka was not a slave labor camp where the Nazis took worker photographs and issued prisoners striped uniforms. Treblinka was strictly an extermination center. Its chief purpose was to eliminate new arrivals as quickly as possible. The SS leaders at Treblinka did not take time to mark the incoming masses with numbered tattoos or perform medical experiments. Instead they crafted an extremely efficient killing machine—their pinnacle effort. Few stories in history are as diabolical as the story of Treblinka.
The idea to write Trains to Treblinka advanced while researching my last Nazi Germany book The Lion and the Lamb. In traveling across Europe, working with Holocaust museums and examining original source material, I discovered an astonishing array of eyewitness testimony regarding Adolf Hitler’s extermination centers. Thankfully Treblinka survivors bravely testified at the Dusseldorf trial against their SS captors in 1964–65, thus providing a rich treasure trove of accurate, firsthand historical accounts from which this story is drawn.
Subseque
ntly, all of what you are about to read is a factual retelling from October 1942 to October 1943. Treblinka was a real place, with men, women, and children who experienced the events detailed in this book—real people, real words, real actions. Every person in Trains to Treblinka existed in history, their words are their own, and their experiences are written in chronological sequence. However, this book is a novel by definition because I have included some of their thoughts. My goal was to carefully piece together for the reader a historically precise tale of human survival and insurgency that must never be forgotten.
For me, it is often emotionally difficult to study the fierce details of the Holocaust, but I felt compelled to write Trains to Treblinka so readers of all ages can remember these egregious events. The fascinating people I chose to describe were predominantly young, between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two—and one fourteen-year-old—yet all held a central role in the uprising. They are inspiring. Their lives matter to history. Treblinka matters, though it is one of the least familiar concentration camps. We will never know exactly how many human lives were taken from us at Treblinka, but even one life was too many.
The characterizations in this book are my own.
Charles Causey
On the 75th anniversary of the Treblinka revolt
The People
The Nazi Guards
Franz Stangl
Camp kommandant
Kurt Franz
SS lieutenant and Stangl’s deputy, known by prisoners as “the Doll”
Otto Horn
SS corporal in Camp 2
Kurt Kuttner
SS staff sergeant, also known as “Kiewe”
Willi Mentz
SS sergeant who runs the Lazarette
August Miete
SS sergeant, also known as the “Angel of Death”
Franz Suchomel
SS sergeant in Camp 1, in charge of processing the valuables
The Polish Jews
Edek
A fourteen-year-old accordion player from Warsaw
David Brat
An older gentleman from Warsaw
Julian Chorazycki
A doctor from Warsaw
Al Marceli Galewski
Camp elder, an engineer from Lodz
Tchechia Mandel
A young woman from Lemberg (Lwow)
Benjamin Rakowski
A farmer from Jedrzejow
Bronka Sukno
A young woman from Warsaw
Jankiel Wiernik
A carpenter from Warsaw
Samuel Willenberg
A nineteen-year-old from Czestochowa
The Czech Jews
Robert Altschul
A medical student from Prague
Zelo Bloch
A former lieutenant in the Czech Army
Hans Freund
A young businessman from Prague
Richard Glazar
A young man from Prague
Rudi Masarek
A former lieutenant in the Czech Army
Karel Unger
A young man from Prague
Camp 1
The processing area, also known as the lower camp
Camp 2
The extermination area, also known as the upper camp
Blue bands
Jewish workers at the unloading platform
Red bands
Jewish workers inside the disrobing barracks
Preface
Nineteen-year-old Tchechia watched Bronka grab her younger sister’s right hand and squeeze it while whispering something pleasant to her. Tchechia could see that Bronka was traveling with her entire family—four younger siblings and her parents. Tchechia, however, traveled alone. She was pressed tightly against Bronka’s family while riding on a resettlement train, and she could not help but hear everything that was spoken between them.
Tchechia was a Jewish refugee from Galicia, Poland. Months earlier she received word that her parents had been transported to Belzec, a Nazi concentration camp in German-occupied Poland. Tchechia had heard nothing from them since. Now she was traveling from Warsaw to somewhere, all alone except for her new friend Bronka, whom she met earlier on the crowded train.
Tchechia, who had reddish-blond hair, stood in stark contrast to Bronka, who possessed dark features. Tchechia’s father explained to her that she would not be suspected as Jewish because of her Nordic looks; she would only be identified as Jewish because of the gold Star of David on her coat she once proudly wore each day to school.
Tchechia was doing nanny duties for two aunts in Warsaw when Nazi policies forced both families to move into the Jewish quarter with hundreds of thousands of others. She had evaded starvation in the ghetto and began to hear chatter about a resistance movement when the SS made an unexpected night raid and shuttled everyone in her building into these cattle cars.
“Bronka,” said Tchechia quietly. She was not sure she said it loud enough for her to hear, but Bronka pivoted to glimpse at Tchechia through locks of bedraggled hair. She looked anxious. Tchechia was terrified herself but knew she could not give in to fear. She had to be strong now, for she was all alone. Eighteen-year-old Bronka stared at Tchechia with inquisitive brown eyes, wondering what the fair-haired girl needed. All around them was noise, from the train, people coughing and complaining, children crying…but Tchechia remained quiet. Bronka smiled at her.
It was all Tchechia had wanted.
The packed-beyond-capacity railcar contained little elbow room and nowhere to sit. There was neither food nor water during the entire trip and they had no idea how much longer the journey would last. Occasionally they would stop at a station where passengers bartered with the guards to purchase a small cup of water for outrageous sums. But Tchechia had no money to barter with, and she was not standing near a window.
At one stop an angry Lithuanian guard fired his rifle into their train car, killing a woman where she stood. Though a few children in the railcar screamed in terror—including Bronka’s sisters—the guard laughed and joked with his comrades about it afterward. The woman’s lifeless body convoyed alongside their feet for the rest of the journey.
During the next few hours Tchechia noticed that many of the toddlers had grown quiet. Some continued to rasp and breathe hard. All of the passengers’ throats were so dry with thirst, it was impossible to think of anything else but water. More delays. Tchechia’s train was forced to stop over and over again to wait for other trains.
Obviously our train did not have priority, Tchechia thought.
Finally, the train squealed its brakes and stopped for good. The captured voyagers peered through holes in the slats of the railcar. What they saw was a frightening sight: a monstrous unloading platform next to a small, square station house ornamented with a single rectangular sign informing the passengers where they were—treblinka.
PART 1
Valuables
Chapter 1
“Mach schnell! Board the trains, no delay!” The SS guard shouted the same phrase over and over again while the Jewish prisoners obediently moved en masse onto the railcars. It was October 13, 1942, a brisk afternoon, with the leaves just altering into browns and reds. As the golden sphere of the sun began its descent behind the dark hills to the west, menacing Ukrainian guards in green uniforms prodded the crowd with an occasional jab from the butt of their rifles. The Nazis sought to transport the Jews from Theresienstadt Ghetto in Czechoslovakia to a resettlement farm to the east.
Six-foot-two and built well, Rudi Masarek, with blond hair and bright-blue eyes, tenderly grabbed the hand of his beautiful young bride Gisela. Just married, he promised her he would never leave her side. Rudi, the heir of an affluent family business, did not have to leave his home and travel to the Theresienstadt concentration camp, but he did it solely to be with Gisela. Rudi was only half-Jewish and had decidedly Scandinavian features. He could have been the poster boy for an Aryan youth, the kind of person the Germans loved, with a strong, determined fac
e.
Delicate Gisela, on the other hand, possessed darker features. A true beauty in Rudi’s eyes. Both her parents were Jews and she pleaded with Rudi to live his life without her. The societal rules in Czechoslovakia at the time inferred that men like Rudi could easily escape the German occupation under pretense of being a Gentile. Yet Rudi would not entertain the idea. He loved Gisela with all his heart and wanted nothing more than to spend every waking moment with her, even if it had to be at Theresienstadt. Once married, their fate together was sealed; under Nazi law, Rudi was now considered a full Jew.
Rudi had a hard time explaining to family and his best friends why he made the choice to go with his wife, and he often fumbled with words when trying. It was as if Gisela was part of him now and he had to be with her. Their fates were tied together, and he always wanted to be in her presence. Rudi knew he also did not have to wear the Star of David embroidered on his clothing, but beginning on their wedding day, he stitched it on his coat and told Gisela he would wear it until they could both take off their stars together.
“Hold my arm, Gisela,” Rudi said kindly. They entered the railcar and realized there was no more room, but the guards kept pushing in more people behind them. Thankfully it was a passenger car with seats, unlike the stories they had heard of other Jewish transports using cattle cars with barbed wire and only wood floors on which to sit. However, all the seats were taken and people were standing in the aisles, holding onto poles or the wall. They began to press into others as more and more people were crammed inside by the guards.