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Editor's Note: The books that the American Thomas Goodrich wrote well-nigh the Second World War represent the most important literature of anything written in this century to empathize the catastrophe that spawned the ethno-suicidal zeitgeist of the white man of today.

Below I reproduce chapter 3 of Goodrich's Summertime 1945: Frg, Japan and the Harvest of Hate. You lot have to capsize the black-and-white colours of how the Americans depicted the Nazi leadership and themselves, a kind of photographic negative of what actually happened: State of war propaganda that persists to the present year. For example, the Eisenhower camps were the existent death camps in 1945, where 1 million Germans were maliciously starved to death. This time the Bolshevik Jews weren't the perpetrators of the Holodomor, only the Americans. Goodrich writes below that ten times of German soldiers died compared to those killed on the whole Western Front during the whole half-dozen years of war. And let usa not speak in this hatnote about the millions of rapes of civilian women and tortures afterward the Germans surrendered…

The utter quackery of the so-called 'white nationalist' motility lies in that they aren't harping every morning, apex and nighttime, using books like Goodrich'due south like a sword, to ready the tape straight nigh what happened in WW2. Hence the spawned ethno-suicidal zeitgeist, a 'monster from the Id' continues unchallenged to this solar day.

White nationalism must die then that an accurate movement may emerge, that nosotros could baptise this day as the 'priesthood of the fourteen words'. As I live in the American continent, I dare not use the term 'National Socialism', which should be reserved for Germans and Europeans of the Nordic type in one case they wake up.

All the criticism that white nationalists make of Trump, that he has been false opposition (for which Richard Spencer prefers Biden) I could say of them. As long every bit American racists reject to denounce the Hellstorm Holocaust their ancestors perpetrated in Europe their ideology is besides false opposition.

Goodrich'south endnotes sourcing every indented quotation besides equally the sources of those cursory sentences between quotation marks—for case the words of genocidal manic Dwight D. Eisenhower—are omitted in this edited chapter. For a proper reading I urge visitors of this site to order a hard copy of Summer 1945: a book that, fortunately, has not been censored on Amazon Books.

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Affiliate 3

OF CRIMES AND CRIMINALS

Fifty-fifty every bit the physical massacre of Germany was in progress, the spiritual massacre of German womanhood continued without break.

Although trigger-happy, barbarous and repeated rapes persisted against defenseless females for years, well-nigh Soviet, American, British, and French troops chop-chop discovered that hunger was a powerful incentive to sexual surrender. Usually, a piece of staff of life, a little candy or a bar of soap made violent rape unnecessary. In their utterly devastated cities, young girls roamed the streets seeking something to consume and a place to sleep. Having but i thing left in the world to sell, they were non wearisome to sell it.

"Bacon, eggs, sleep at your home?" winked Russian soldiers over and over once again, knowing full well the reply would normally be a ii-minute tryst amidst the rubble. "I continually ran about with cooking utensils, and begged for food…," admitted one girl. "If I heard in my neighborhood the expression 'pretty woman,' I reacted accordingly.''

Despite General Eisenhower's edict against fraternization with the despised enemy, no amount of words could tiresome the US soldier'southward sex activity bulldoze. "Neither army regulations nor the propaganda of hatred in the American press," noted newswoman, Freda Utley, "could preclude American soldiers from liking and associating with German language women, who although they were driven by hunger to become prostitutes, preserved a certain innate decency."

"I felt a bit sick at times about the power I had over that girl," one troubled British soldier confessed. "If I gave her a 3-penny bar of chocolate she most went crazy. She was but similar my slave. She darned my socks and mended things for me. In that location was no question of marriage. She knew that was not possible."

Equally this young Tommy made clear, drastic German women, many with children to feed, were compelled by hunger to enter a bondage as binding equally any in history. With time, some victims, particularly those consorting with officers, not simply avoided starvation, but found themselves enjoying luxuries long forgotten.

"Past no means could information technology be said that the major is raping me, revealed one adult female. "Am I doing it for bacon, butter, sugar, candles, canned meat? To some extent I'thousand certain I am. In addition, I similar the major and the less he wants from me as a man, the more I like him as a person."

Dissimilar the higher up, relatively few females found such havens. For nearly, food was used to allurement or bribe them into a numbing sexual slavery in which the simple avoidance of starvation was the day-to-day goal. Just as Lali Horstmann was about to sign up for kitchen duty in the Soviet Zone, a chore that paid with soup and potatoes, a girl next to her whispered that her sis had volunteered several days before on the same chore and had not been seen since. When an old, unattractive adult female nearby raised her hand to volunteer, the Red officeholder in accuse ignored her and instead pointed a pistol at a pretty young daughter. When the daughter refused, several soldiers approached.

"She was in tears every bit she was brutally shoved frontward," recorded Lali, "followed by others who were protesting helplessly."

"A Pole discovered me," best-selling some other girl, "and began to sell me to Russians. He had fixed upwardly a brothel in his cellar for Russian officers. I was fetched by him… I had to go with him, and could not resist. I came into the cellar, in which there were the most depraved carryings on, drinking, smoking and shouting, and I had to participate… I felt like shrieking."

While many women endured such slavery—if only to swallow—others risked their all to escape. Recounted an American announcer:

Every bit our long line of British Regular army lorries… rolled through the main street of Brahlstorf, the last Russian occupied town, a pretty blond girl darted from the crowd of Germans watching united states and made a dash for our truck. Clinging with both hands to the tailboard, she made a desperate effort to climb in. Simply we were driving too fast and the board was too high. After being dragged several hundred yards she had to permit go and fell on the cobblestone street. That scene was a dramatic analogy of the state of terror in which women… were living.

"All these women," wrote a witness, "Germans, Smoothen, Jewish and even Russian girls 'freed' from Nazi slave camps, were dominated past one desperate want to escape from the Cherry zone."

* * *

Past the summer of 1945, Frg had go the earth's greatest slave market where sex was the new medium of exchange. While the wolf of hunger might exist kept from the door, grim disease was e'er waiting in the wings.

"Every bit a way of dying it may exist worse than starvation, merely it will put off dying for months—or even years," commented an English journalist.

In addition to all the venereal diseases known in the W, German women were infected by a host of new evils, including an insidious strain of Asiatic syphilis. "It is a virulent form of sickness, unknown in this function of the world," a doctor'southward wife explained. "Information technology would be hard to cure even if we were lucky plenty to have any penicillin."

Another dreaded business organization—not only for those who were selling themselves, but for the millions of rape victims—was unwanted pregnancy. Thousands who were if fact pregnant sought and found abortions. Thousands more than lived in dreadful suspense. And for those infants who were carried and delivered, their struggle was unremarkably brief.

"The mortality amidst the small children and infants was very high," noted one sad woman. "They simply had to starve to death. In that location was nothing for them… Generally, they did not alive to be more than 3 months old—a alleviation for those mothers, who had got the kid confronting their will from a Russian… The female parent worked all the time and was very seldom able to give the child the breast."

As the higher up implied, merely because a mother sold her body to feed a child did not necessarily save her from back-breaking labor. Indeed, with the end of war, Germans quondam and young were dragooned past the victors for the awe-inspiring clean-upwardly and dismantling of the devastated Reich. Sometimes food was given to the workers —"a piece of bread or maybe a bowl of thin, watery soup"— and sometimes not. "We used to start work at 6 o'clock in the morning and go abode again at six in the evening," said a Silesian adult female." We had to work on Sundays, likewise, and we were given neither payment nor food for what we did."

From the blasted capital, Berlin, some other female person recorded:

Berlin is existence cleaned upwards… All circular the hills of rubble, buckets were being passed from mitt to mitt; we have returned to the days of the Pyramids—except that instead of edifice we are carrying away… On the embankment German prisoners were slaving away—greyness-heads in miserable clothes, presumably ex-Volkssturm. With grunts and groans, they were loading heavy wheels onto freight-cars. They gazed at us imploringly, tried to keep near us. At first I couldn't understand why. Others did, though, and secretly passed the men a few crusts of staff of life. This is strictly forbidden, but the Russian guard stared hard in the opposite direction. The men were unshaven, shrunken, with wretched doglike expressions. To me they didn't expect German at all.

"My mother, 72 years of age, had to work outside the boondocks on refuse heaps," lamented a daughter in Posen. "There the sometime people were hunted most, and had to sort out bottles and iron, fifty-fifty when it was raining… The piece of work was dirty, and it was impossible for them to alter their wearing apparel."

Understandably, thousands of overworked, underfed victims soon succumbed under such conditions. No chore was too depression or degrading for the conquered Germans to perform. Well-bred ladies, who in old times were theater-going members of the upper-form, worked side by side with peasants at washtubs, cleaning socks and underclothes of Russian privates. Children and the anile were put to work scrubbing floors and shining boots in the American, British and French Zones.

Some tasks were especially loathsome, as i woman makes clear: "Every bit a result of the war damage… the toilets were stopped up and filthy. This filth we had to clear away with our hands, without any utensils to exercise so. The excrement was brought into the one thousand, shoveled into carts, which nosotros had to bring to refuse pits. The awful part was, that we got dirtied by the excrement which spurted upwards, but we could not make clean ourselves."

Added another female person from the Soviet Zone:

Nosotros had to build landing strips, and to break stones… From six in the morning time until ix at night, we were working along the roads. Any Russian who felt like it took u.s. bated. In the morning and at nighttime we received cold water and a piece of bread, and at noon soup of crushed, unpeeled potatoes, without salt. At night we slept on the floors of farmhouses or stables, expressionless tired, huddled together. Just nosotros woke up every so oft, when a moaning and whimpering in the pitch-black room announced the presence of one of the guards.

As this adult female and others acknowledge, although sexual practice could be bought for a bit of food, a cigarette or a toothbrush, some victors preferred to take what they wanted, whenever and wherever they pleased. "If they wanted a girl they just came in the field and got her," recalled Ilse Breyer who worked at planting potatoes.

"Hunger made German women more than 'available','' an American soldier revealed, "just despite this, rape was prevalent and often accompanied by additional violence. In particular I remember an eighteen-year-erstwhile woman who had the side of her face smashed with a burglarize butt and was and so raped by two Gls. Fifty-fifty the French complained that the rapes, looting and drunken destructiveness on the part of our troops was excessive."

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"God, I hate the Germans," wrote Dwight D. Eisenhower to his wife in 1944.

As Mrs. Eisenhower and anyone else close to the general knew, her husband's loathing of all things German language was nothing short of pathological. With the final High german capitulation in May, 1945, the Allied commander constitute himself in control of over five million ragged, weary, only living, enemy soldiers. "It is a pity nosotros could not have killed more,'' muttered the full general, dissatisfied with the trunk-count from the greatest bloodbath in homo history. And then, Eisenhower settled for adjacent all-time: If he could not impale armed Germans in war, he would impale disarmed Germans in peace. Considering the Geneva Convention guaranteed POWs of signer nations the same food, shelter and medical attending as their captors, and because these laws were to be enforced by the International Red Cross, Eisenhower simply circumvented the treaty by creating his own category for prisoners. Under the general's reclassification, German soldiers were no longer considered POWs, but DEFs—Disarmed Enemy Forces. With this bit of legerdemain, and in direct violation of the Geneva Convention, Eisenhower could now deal in underground with those in his power, free from the prying optics of the outside world.

Even before state of war's end, thousands of German soldiers who somehow escaped being murdered by the Americans when they surrendered and who actually did reach a Pow camp, nevertheless soon died in captivity from starvation, neglect and, in many cases, outright murder. At one army camp along the Rhine River in Apr 1945, each group of 10 men were expected to survive in the open, on a plot of mud a few yards wide, in cold, wet weather condition, without shelter or blankets, with nigh no nutrient. When the Americans finally "fed" the prisoners, information technology was one slice of bread that had to exist cut ten ways, a strip for each human being. A vocalization on the camp loud speaker arrogantly announced: "German soldiers, eat slowly. Y'all haven't had annihilation to eat in a long fourth dimension. When yous get your rations today from the best fed army in the earth, you lot'll dice if y'all don't eat slowly." This mocking, murderous routine continued for three months. Once healthy prisoners soon became barely-animate skeletons. Similar clockwork, large numbers of dead were hauled abroad every solar day.

"The provision of water was a major problem," revealed another witness, "still only 200 yards abroad was the River Rhine running bank full."

With the war nevertheless in progress, when the difficult-pressed High german leadership heard of these American atrocities they naturally appealed to the International Scarlet Cantankerous.

"If the Germans were reasoning like normal beings, they would realize the whole history of the United States and Great United kingdom is to exist generous towards a defeated enemy," came Eisenhower's pompous reply. "Nosotros observe all the laws of the Geneva Convention."

With German language surrender and the threat of retaliation against Allied POWs entirely erased, deaths in the American concentration camps soared dramatically. While tens of thousands died of starvation and thirst, hundreds of thousands more perished from overcrowding and affliction. As sixteen-year-sometime, Hugo Stehkamper, graphically described:

I only had a sweater to protect me from the pouring pelting and the cold. There merely wasn't any shelter to be had. You stood in that location, wet through and through, in fields that couldn't be chosen fields anymore—they were ruined. You had to brand an endeavour when you lot walked to fifty-fifty pull your shoes out of the mud… Information technology'south incomprehensible to me how we could stand for many, many days without sitting, without lying down, just standing there, totally soaked. During the 24-hour interval we marched around, huddled together to try to warm each other a bit. At dark we stood because we couldn't walk and tried to go on awake past singing or humming songs. Once more and again someone got and then tired his knees got weak and he collapsed.

The situation at American death camps nearly Remagen, Rheinberg and elsewhere, was typical. With no shelter of whatsoever sort, the men were forced to dig holes with their bare hands only to slumber in.

At dark, the prisoners would lower into the holes and endeavour to stay warm by clinging to one another. And since it rained virtually every day, those holes that did non plummet always filled with h2o. Because of rampant diarrhea many of the victims were forced to defecate on the footing. Others were and so weakened from sickness and starvation that they could non even lower their pants. Quickly, everyone's clothes became infected with excrement and very shortly, all the men suffered from chronic diarrhea. Ane camp "was cipher but a behemothic sewer, where each man just shit where he stood," recounts a victim. Another enclosure was "literally a ocean of urine" where prisoners were compelled to live and sleep. Even though the Rhine River flowed nearby, there was no water in most camps to drink, much less wash dress in. Equally the prisoners apace weakened, many who fell into the numerous dug holes plant it difficult or impossible to go out once again without the help of others.

"Amputees slithered similar amphibians through the mud, soaking and freezing. Naked to the skies solar day after day and night after night…," remembered a witness.

When the camp commandant decided to feed the prisoners, by and large every other mean solar day, the starved men read on the ration container that the amount was but one-tenth the normal daily diet fed U.s. troops. 1 prisoner actually complained to a camp commander that the starvation diet was against the Geneva Convention.

"Forget the Convention," snapped the American officeholder. "You haven't whatever rights."

As elsewhere, inside days of enduring such deadly conditions many of those who had gone healthy into the Remagen army camp were being dragged out the front gate by their heals and thrown onto a waiting truck.

"The Americans were really shitty to us," a survivor at another military camp recalled. "All we had to consume was grass."

At Hans Waltersdorf'due south prison, the inmates survived on a daily soup fabricated of birdseed. "Non fit for human being consumption," read the words on the sacks. At another military camp, a weeping seventeen-yr-erstwhile stood day in, day out beside the barbed wire fence. In the distance, the youth could just view his ain village. One forenoon, inmates awoke to observe the boy dead, his torso strung upwardly by guards and left dangling on the wires. When outraged prisoners cried "Murderers! Murderers!" the camp commander withheld their meager rations for three days.

"For us who were already starving and could hardly move because of weakness… information technology meant death," said 1 of the men.

Non enough that his American jailers were starving them to death; Eisenhower even forbade those on the outside from feeding the prisoners:

Nether no circumstances may food supplies exist assembled among the local inhabitants in order to deliver them to prisoners of state of war. Those who violate this control and nevertheless effort to circumvent this occludent to permit something to come to the prisoners place themselves in danger of being shot.

Horrified past what they could see at a distance, eye-cleaved women from towns and villages surrounding the camps did indeed bring their own meager nutrient stocks to share with the starving men. Good to his discussion, Eisenhower'due south guards ever chased the women and children away, scooped up the nutrient, poured gasoline over information technology, and then set the piles on fire. Equally warned, when some anguished women persisted, they were shot. Later this murderous decree, anyone who insisted that the goal of the American full general was anything less than the massacre of those under his control was simply one of those privy to the plan.

There was no lack of food or shelter among the victorious Allies.

Indeed, American supply depots were bursting at the seams. "More than stocks than we tin ever use," one general announced. "They stretch equally far as the eye can see." Instead of allowing even a trickle of this compensation to reach the compounds, the starvation diet was further reduced. "Outside the camp the Americans were burning food which they could not eat themselves," revealed a starving Werner Laska from his prison.

"When they caught me throwing C-Rations over the fence, they threatened me with imprisonment," confided an angry American guard, Private Martin Brech. "Ane Captain told me that he would shoot me if he saw me again tossing nutrient to the Germans… Some of the men were actually just boys 13 years of age… or quondam men drafted by Hitler in his last ditch stand up… I understand that boilerplate weight of the prisoners… was 90 pounds."

As Brech noted, many of the prisoners were mere children. Some little boys were still clad in the same grimy pajamas the Americans had arrested them in. Fear that the children might grade guerrilla groups was the official reason given.

Horrified by the silent, underground slaughter, the International Cherry Cross—which had over 100,000 tons of food stored in Switzerland—tried to intercede. When two trains loaded with supplies reached the camps, nevertheless, they were turned back by American officers. "These Nazis are getting a dose of their own medicine," a prison commandant reported proudly to ane of Eisenhower's "political advisers."

"High german soldiers were not common law convicts," protested a Cerise Cantankerous official, "they were drafted to fight in a national army on patriotic grounds and could not refuse military service any more than than the Americans could."

Similar this individual, many others found no justification any in the massacre of helpless prisoners, specially since the German authorities had lived upwards to the Geneva Convention, as one American official put it, "to a tee."

"I take come up upwardly confronting few instances where Germans have not treated prisoners according to the rules, and respected the Cerise Cross," wrote war correspondent Allan Forest of the London Express.

"The Germans fifty-fifty in their greatest moments of despair obeyed the Convention in most respects," a Usa officer added. "True it is that there were front end line atrocities—passions run loftier up there—but they were incidents, non practices; and maladministration of their American prison camps was very uncommon."

Nevertheless, despite the Ruby-red Cantankerous report that 90-nine per centum of American prisoners of war in Germany had survived and were on their way home, Eisenhower's murderous program continued apace.

One officeholder who refused to take a hand in the crime and who began releasing large numbers of prisoners soon after they were disarmed was George Patton. Reasoned the general:

I emphasized [to the troops] the necessity for the proper handling of prisoners of war, both as to their lives and property. My usual statement was… "Kill all the Germans you can merely exercise not put them up against a wall and kill them. Do your killing while they are nevertheless fighting. After a human being has surrendered, he should be treated exactly in accord with the Rules of State Warfare, and simply every bit you would hope to exist treated if yous were foolish enough to surrender. Americans do not kick people in the teeth after they are down."

Although other upright generals such as Omar Bradley issued orders to release POWs, Eisenhower chop-chop overruled them.

Mercifully, for the two one thousand thousand Germans nether British command, Bernard Montgomery refused to participate in the massacre. Indeed, before long after war'southward terminate, the field marshal released and sent most of his prisoners home.

Later on being shuttled from 1 enclosure to the next, Corporal Helmut Liebich had seen for himself all the horrors the American death camps had to give. At one chemical compound, amused guards formed lines and beat starving prisoners with sticks and clubs every bit they ran the gauntlet for their paltry rations. At some other camp of v,200 men, Liebich watched as ten to thirty bodies were hauled away daily. At yet another prison, there was "35 days of starvation and 15 days of no nutrient at all," and what trivial the wretched inmates did receive was rotten. Finally, in June, 1945, Liebich's camp at Rheinberg passed to British control. Immediately, survivors were given nutrient and shelter and for those like Liebich—who at present weighed 97 pounds and was dying of dysentery—swift medical attending was provided.

"It was wonderful to be nether a roof in a real bed," the corporal reminisced. "Nosotros were treated similar human beings again. The Tommies treated united states of america like comrades."

Before the British could take complete control of the camp, all the same, Liebich noted that American bulldozers leveled ane section of the compound where skeletal—but breathing—men even so lay in their holes.

* * *

If possible, Germans in French hands suffered even more than than those held by Americans. When France requested slaves equally part of its war booty, Eisenhower transferred over one-half a million Germans east.

"Gee! I hope we don't always lose a state of war,'' thought a GI as he stared at the broken, starving wrecks existence selected for slavery. At ane American camp of over 30,000 prisoners, a stunned French officer was horrified to come across nada but a vast killing field, "peopled with living skeletons, male person and female person, huddling under scraps of wet menu board."

Martin Brech happened to exist in a truck slowly following ane group of Germans that were marching toward France and slavery. "Whenever a German language prisoner staggered or dropped back, he was striking on the head with a club and killed," recalled the shocked US individual. "The bodies were rolled to the side of the road to be picked up by another truck. For many, this quick death might take been preferable to slow starvation in our killing fields."

"When we marched through Namur in a column seven beside, at that place was also a Catholic procession going through the street," remembered one slave as he moved through Belgium. "When the people saw the POWs, the procession dissolved, and they threw rocks and horse shit at us. From Namur, we went by train in open railroad cars. At one point nosotros went nether a span, and railroad ties were thrown from information technology into the cars filled with POWs, causing several deaths. After nosotros went nether some other overpass, and women lifted their skirts and relieved themselves on us."

Once in French republic, the assaults intensified. "We were cursed, spat upon and fifty-fifty physically attacked past the French population, especially the women," Hans von der Heide wrote. "I bitterly recalled scenes from the spring, when we marched American POWs through the streets of Paris. They were threatened and insulted no differently by the French mob."

Like the Americans, the French starved their prisoners. Unlike the Americans, the French drained the final ounce of labor from their victims before they dropped dead. "I have seen them beaten with burglarize butts and kicked with feet in the streets of the town considering they bankrupt downwards of overwork," remarked a witness from Langres. "Two or 3 of them dice of burnout every calendar week."

"In another military camp," a horrified viewer added, "prisoners receive only one meal a solar day just are expected to continue working. Elsewhere so many have died recently that the cemetery space was exhausted and another had to be built."

Revealed the French journal, Le Figaro:"In certain camps for German language prisoners of war… living skeletons may be seen… and deaths from undernourishment are numerous. We larn that prisoners take been savagely and systematically browbeaten and that some have been employed in removing mines without protection equipment so that they accept been condemned to dice sooner or later."

"Twenty-five percent of the men in our camp died in one month," echoed a slave from Buglose.

The enslavement of German soldiers was not limited to French republic. Although fed and treated infinitely better, several hundred thou POWs in Great Britain were transformed into virtual slaves. When prisoners were put to work raising projects for U.k.'s grand "Victory in Europe" celebration, one English foreman felt compelled to quip: "I guess the Jerries are preparing to celebrate their own downfall. It does seem as though that is laying it on a bit thick."

In vain did the International Red Cross protest:

The Usa, Britain, and France… are violating International Red Cantankerous agreements they solemnly signed in 1929. Investigation at Geneva headquarters today disclosed that the transfer of German war prisoners captured past the American regular army to French and British authorities for forced labor is nowhere permitted in the statues of the International Red Cross, which is the highest authority on the subject in the world.

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Meanwhile, those Germans non consigned to bondage continued to perish in American prisons. Soldiers who did not succumb to hunger or disease oft died of thirst, even though streams sometimes ran just a few feet from the camps. "The lack of water was the worst thing of all," remembered George Weiss of his enclosure where the Rhine flowed just beyond the spinous wire. "For three and a half days nosotros had no h2o at all. We would drink our own urine. It tasted terrible, merely what could nosotros do? Some men got down on the basis and licked the ground to become some wet. I was so weak I was already on my knees."

At one death campsite, later a German officer submitted an official protestation over the withholding of water from the prisoners, the American commandant ordered a large fire hose dragged into the densely-packed compound then told his men to plough it on to its utmost. Considering of the great pressure, the hose flailed violently, knocking already weakened prisoners to the ground correct and left. Nonetheless, many men, dying of thirst, tried badly to capture even a few drops of water. As intended, such a spectacle provided keen amusement for the US guards. "They laughed at our predicament every bit hard equally they could," noted 1 dying prisoner. When the hose was so quickly turned off only a thin layer of mud remained, which, of course, soon dried in seconds. Such sadistic treatment not simply insured men would die but it guaranteed others would be driven insane.

Some prisoners, observed American guard, Martin Brech, "tried to escape in a demented or suicidal fashion, running through open up fields in broad daylight towards the Rhine to quench their thirst. They were mowed down."

As if their plight were not already hideous enough, prisoners occasionally became the targets of drunken and sadistic guards who sprayed the camps with car-gun burn down for sport. "I think," Individual Brech continued, "that soldiers not exposed to combat were trying to prove how tough they were by taking it out on the prisoners and civilians."

I encountered a captain on a loma above the Rhine shooting downwardly at a group of German noncombatant women with his -45 quotient pistol. When I asked, "Why?" he mumbled, "Target practice," and fired until his pistol was empty… This is when I realized I was dealing with cold-blooded killers filled with moralistic hatred.

While continuing to deny the Red Cantankerous and other relief agencies access to the camps, Eisenhower stressed among his lieutenants the demand for secrecy. "Ike fabricated the sensational statement that now that hostilities were over, the important thing was to stay in with world public opinion—patently whether it was right or wrong," recorded a disgusted George Patton. "After luncheon he talked to u.s. very confidentially on the necessity for solidarity in the event that whatsoever of us are called before a Congressional Committee."

To preclude the gruesome details from reaching the outside globe—and sidetrack those that did—counter-rumors were circulated stating that, far from mistreating and murdering prisoners, Us camp commanders were actually turning dorsum released Germans who tried to slip back in for nutrient and shelter.

Ultimately, at least 800,000 German language prisoners died in the American and French expiry camps. "Quite probably," one skillful afterward wrote, the figure of one 1000000 is closer to the marker. And thus, during the first summer of "peace," did 10 times the number of German soldiers die than were killed on the whole Western Front during the whole half dozen years of war.

"It is hard to escape the conclusion," admitted a journalist after the war, "that Dwight Eisenhower was a war criminal of epic proportions."

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Unlike their democratic counterparts, the Soviet Marriage fabricated little endeavor to hide from the world the fate of German prisoners in its easily. Toiling and dying by the tens of thousands in the forests, bogs and mines of Siberia, the captives were slaves pure and simple and no attempt was made to disguise the fact. For the enslaved Germans, male and female, the odds of surviving the Soviet gulags were fifty-fifty worse than escaping the American or French prison camps and a trip to Siberia was tantamount to a death penalty. What niggling nutrient the slaves received was intended only to maintain their strength and so that the last ounce of energy could be drained from them.

And so, with the once mighty Wehrmacht at present disarmed and enslaved, and with their leaders either dead or awaiting trial for war crimes, the quondam men, women and children who remained in the dismembered Reich found themselves utterly at the mercy of the victors. Unfortunately for these survivors, never in the history of the world was mercy in shorter supply.

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While disarmed and helpless German soldiers were dying by the hundreds of thousands in American death camps, helpless German language civilians were besides dying of deliberate starvation in their uncounted thousands. Indeed, in "peace," all of Federal republic of germany itself had become the world'south largest death campsite, just as Henry Morgenthau had hoped and planned.

Because Deutschland'south entire infrastructure had been shattered by the war, information technology was already assured that thousands would starve to death before roads, rail, canals, and bridges could exist restored. Even when much of the damage had been repaired, the deliberate withholding of food from Germany guaranteed that hundreds of thousands more were doomed to a slow death. Continuing the policy of their merciless predecessors, Harry Truman and Clement Attlee immune the spirit of Morgenthau to dictate their course of action regarding post-war Frg.

No measures were to be undertaken, wrote President Truman to Full general Eisenhower, "looking toward the economic rehabilitation of Deutschland or designed to maintain or strengthen the German economy." In other words, the shattered Germany economy would remain just as information technology was and the people would simply be immune to starve.

Not only would food from the exterior be denied entry, but Us troops were forbidden to "give, sell or trade" supplies to the starving. Additionally, Germany's already absent power to feed itself would be stymied fifty-fifty farther by withholding seed ingather, fertilizer, gas, oil, and parts for agricultural machinery. Because of the enforced famine, it was estimated that 30 million Germans would soon succumb. Well down the road to starvation even earlier surrender, those Germans who survived state of war at present struggled to survive peace.

"I trudged home on sore feet, limp with hunger…," a Berlin woman scribbled in her diary. "It struck me that everyone I passed on the way domicile stared at me out of sunken, starving eyes. Tomorrow I'll go in search of nettles again. I examine as of dark-green with this in mind."

"The search for food made all former worries irrelevant," added Lali Horstmann. "It was the present moment alone that counted."

While city-dwellers ate weeds, those on the state had food taken from them and were forced to dig roots, pick berries and glean fields. "Old men, women and children," a witness noted, "may be seen picking up i grain at a time from the footing to be carried home in a sack the size of a housewife'southward shopping bag."

The deadly furnishings of malnutrition soon became evident. Lamented ane anguished observer:

They are emaciated to the bone. Their clothes hang loose on their bodies, the lower extremities are like the basic of a skeleton, their hands shake as though with palsy, the muscles of the arms are withered, the skin lies in folds, and is without elasticity, the joints jump out as though broken. The weight of the women of average height and build has fallen way beneath 110 pounds. Oftentimes women of child-bearing historic period weigh no more than 65 pounds.

"Nosotros were really starving now…," acknowledged Ilse McKee. "Most of the fourth dimension we were too weak to do anything. Even queuing up for what petty food there was to exist distributed sometimes proved also much."

Orders to the opposite, many Centrolineal soldiers secretly slipped chocolate to children or merely turned their backs while elders stole staff of life. Others were determined to follow orders implacably. "It was a common sight," recalled 1 GI, "to run into German women up to their elbows in our garbage cans looking for something edible—that is, if they weren't chased away." To prevent starving Germans from grubbing American leftovers, army cooks laced their slop with lather. Tossing crumbs or used chewing gum to scrambling children was another pastime some soldiers establish amusing.

For many victims, specially the quondam and young, even begging and stealing proved too taxing and thousands slipped slowly into the final, fatal apathy preceding decease.

"Most children nether x and people over 60 cannot survive the coming winter," i American admitted.

"The number of however-born children is approaching the number of those built-in alive, and an increasing proportion of these die in a few days," offered another witness to the tragedy. "Fifty-fifty if they come into the world of normal weight, they start immediately to lose weight and die shortly. Very ofttimes mothers cannot stand the loss of claret in childbirth and perish. Infant mortality has reached the horrifying acme of 90 per cent."

"Millions of these children must die before there is enough nutrient," echoed an American clergyman traveling in Deutschland. "In Frankfurt at a children'south infirmary there accept been set aside 25 out of 100 children. These will be fed and kept live. It is better to feed 25 plenty to keep them alive and let 75 starve than to feed the 100 for a short while and let them all starve."

From Wiesbaden, a correspondent of the Chicago Daily News sat with a mother and watched as her viii-year-old played with her only toys, a doll and carriage. The reporter saw at a glance that the sparse, frail child was starving.

"She doesn't look well," I said.

"Six years of war," the female parent replied, in that quiet toneless manner so common here now. "She hasn't had a chance. None of the children have. Her teeth are not expert. She catches disease so easily. She laughs and plays—yes; but soon she is tired. She never has known"—and the mother's eyes filled with tears "what information technology is not to be hungry."

"Was information technology that bad during the state of war?" I asked.

"Not this bad," she replied, "but non good at all. And now I am told the bread ration is to be less. What are we to exercise; all of united states? For six years nosotros suffered. We love our state. My husband was killed—his second war. My oldest son is a prisoner somewhere in France. My other boy lost a leg… And now…"

By this time she was weeping. I gave this little girl a Hershey bar and she wept pure joy—every bit she held information technology. By this time I wasn't feeling too chipper myself.

When a scattering of reports such every bit the above began filtering out to the American and British public, many were shocked, horrified and outraged at the cloak-and-dagger slaughter being committed in their proper noun. Already troubled that the US Country Department had tried to keep an official report on conditions in Germany from public scrutiny, Senator James Eastland of Mississippi was outraged.

"There appears to be a conspiracy of silence…," announced Eastland. "Are we following a policy of vindictive hatred, a policy which would not be endorsed by the American people as a whole if they knew true atmospheric condition?"

"Yes," replied a bedroom colleague, Senator Homer Capehart of Indiana, no dubiousness with Henry Morgenthau on his mind:

The fact can no longer be suppressed, namely, the fact that information technology has been and continues to be, the deliberate policy… of this government to describe and quarter a nation now reduced to apple-polishing misery. In this process this clique, like a pack of hyenas struggling over the bloody entrails of a corpse, and inspired by a sadistic and fanatical hatred, are adamant to destroy the High german nation and the German language people, no matter what the consequences… This administration has been carrying on a deliberate policy of mass starvation.

The murderous plan was, wrote an equally outraged William Henry Chamberlain, "a positively sadistic desire to inflict maximum suffering on all Germans, irrespective of their responsibility for Nazi crimes."

Because of these and other critics, Allied officials were forced to answer. Post-obit a fact-finding bout of Germany, Eleanor Roosevelt, wife of the tardily president, professed to see no suffering beyond what was considered "tolerable." And General Eisenhower, pointing out that there were nutrient shortages all throughout Europe, noted that Germany suffered no more nor less than its neighbors. "While I and my subordinates believe that stern justice should be meted out to state of war criminals… we would never condone inhuman or united nations-American practices upon the helpless," assuaged the general as helpless Germans died by the tens of thousands in his death camps each calendar month.

Although some nations were indeed suffering shortages, none salve Germany was starving. Many countries were really experiencing surpluses of food, including Denmark on Germany's northward edge, a nation only waiting Eisenhower's nod to transport tons of backlog beefiness s.

"England is not starving…," argued Robert Conway in the New York News. "France is ameliorate off than England, and Italia is meliorate off than France."

When Senator Albert Hawkes of New Jersey pleaded with President Truman to head off catastrophe and allow private relief packages to enter Germany, the American leader offered various excuses, then cutting the senator short:

While nosotros have no want to exist unduly cruel to Germany, I cannot feel any slap-up sympathy for those who caused the death of so many homo beings by starvation, affliction, and outright murder, in addition to all the destruction and death of war…. I think that… no 1 should be chosen upon to pay for Germany'south misfortune except Frg itself… Eventually the enemy countries will be given some attention.

In time, Germany did receive "some attention." Late in 1945, the British allowed Red Cross shipments to enter their zone, followed by the French in theirs. Months later, even the The states grudgingly permitted supplies to cross into its sector. For millions of Germans, however—the erstwhile, the young, the injured, the imprisoned—the "attending," as originally planned, was far too little, far too tardily.

Had rapes, slavery and starvation been the only trials Germans were forced to suffer, it would have been terrible plenty. In that location were other horrors ahead, nonetheless—some and then sadistic and evil as to stagger the senses. The nightmarish fate that befell thousands of victims locked deep in Allied prisons was plenty, moaned one observer, to crusade fifty-fifty the devout to ask "if there actually were such a thing as a God."

* * *

Presently afterward the Allied victory in Europe, the purge of National Socialist Party members from government, business organisation, manufacture, science, educational activity, and all other walks of German life commenced. While a surprising number of Nazis were allowed—even compelled—to man their posts temporarily to enable a polish transition, all party members, loftier and low, were sooner or later excised from German daily life. In theory, "denazification" was a unproblematic replacement of National Socialist officials with those of democratic or communist underpinnings. In practice, the purge became little more than a cloak for rape, torture and death.

Because their knowledge of the language and civilisation was superb, many of the intelligence officers accompanying U.s.a. and British forces into the Reich were Jewish refugees who had fled Frg in the tardily 1930s. Although their American and English "aides" were inappreciably amend, the fact that many of these "39ers" became interrogators, examiners and screeners, with old scores to settle, insured that Nazis—or whatsoever German, for that affair—would be shown no mercy.

One man opposed to the vengeance-minded program was George Patton.

"Evidently the virus started past Morgenthau and Bernard Baruch of a Semitic revenge against all Germans is nonetheless working," wrote the general in individual. "I am frankly opposed to this war-criminal stuff. Information technology is not cricket and it is Semitic… I can't see how Americans can sink and so low."

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 and then and in that location, near returned home, convinced that at long last the terrible ordeal was over. For millions, even so, the trial had merely begun.

"And then it started," whispered Anna Fest, a adult female who had registered with the Americans six weeks before.

Such a feeling of helplessness, when 3 or four heavily armed military police stand in front of y'all. Y'all just panic. I cried terribly. My mother was completely beside herself and said, "You lot tin can't exercise this. She registered just as she was supposed to." And then she said, "If only yous'd gone somewhere else and had subconscious." Merely I consider that senseless, because I did not feel guilty… That was the way it went with anybody, with no reason given.

Few German language adults, Nazi or non, escaped the dreaded knock on the door. Far from being dangerous fascists, Freddy and Lali Horstmann were actually well-known anti-Nazis. Recounts Lali from the Soviet Zone:

"I am sorry to bother you," he began, "but I am but conveying out my orders. Until when did you work for the Strange Role?"

"Till 1933," my husband answered.

"Then y'all demand fearfulness nothing," Androff said. "We charge y'all of cypher, only we want yous to accompany us to the headquarters of the NKVD, the surreptitious police, and so that we tin take down what you said in a protocol, and ask you a few questions almost the working of the Foreign Office…"

We were stunned for a moment; then I started forward, asking if I could come along with them.

"Impossible," the interpreter smiled.

My heart raced. Would Freddy answer satisfactorily? Could he stand the excitement? What sort of adaptation would they give him?

"Don't worry, your husband has nothing to fearfulness," Androlf continued. "He volition have a heated room. Give him a blanket for the dark, but quickly, we must leave…"

There was a feeling of precipitous tension, putting the soldier on his guard, as though he were expecting an assault from one of usa. I took start the soldier, so 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. There was a banging of doors. A common cold air current blew in. I felt Freddy osculation me. I never saw him again.

"Nosotros 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 u.s.a.. None of them spoke German, just their gestures said: 'Become dressed, come with us immediately.' This was my fourth arrest."

Thus wrote Leni Riefenstahl, a talented young woman who was maybe the world's greatest motion-picture show-maker. Because her ballsy documentaries—Triumph of the Will and Olympia—seemed paeans to non only Germany, but National Socialism, and because of her shut relationship with an admiring Adolf Hitler, Leni was of more than passing involvement to the Allies. Though false, rumors as well hinted that the attractive, sometimes-actress was as well a "mistress of the devil"—that she and Hitler were lovers.

"Neither 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," said the confused young adult female. "No charges had e'er been filed confronting u.s.a., yet we were at the mercy of the Allies and had no legal protection of whatever kind."

Presently afterwards Leni's fourth abort, came a 5th.

The jeep raced along the autobahns until, a few hours afterward… I was brought to the Salzburg Prison; there an elderly prison matron rudely pushed me into the cell, boot me so hard that I fell to the ground; so the door was locked. There were ii other women in the nighttime, barren room, and one of them, on her knees, slid almost 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.

Every bit Leni and others rapidly discovered, the "softening upwards" process began soon after arrival at an Centrolineal prison. When Ernst von Salomon, his Jewish girlfriend and beau prisoners reached an American belongings pen near Munich, the men were promptly led into a room and brutally beaten past military police force. With his teeth knocked out and blood spurting from his mouth, von Salomon moaned to a gum-chewing officeholder, "Y'all are no gentlemen." The remark brought simply a roar of laughter from the attackers. "No, no, no!" the Gis grinned. "We are Mississippi boys!" In another room, armed forces policemen raped the women at will while leering soldiers watched from windows.

Afterward such vicious treatment, the feelings of despair only intensified once the captives were crammed into cells.

"The people had been standing there for three days, waiting to exist interrogated," remembered a German physician ordered to treat prisoners in the Soviet Zone. "At the sight of united states of america 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 inappreciably anything to eat. They wanted to be allow out more often than once a day… A groovy many of them have dysentery so badly that they can no longer get up."

"Young Poles made fun of us," wept a woman from her jail cell in the aforementioned zone. "They threw bricks through the windows, paper bags with sand, and skins of hares filled with excrement. We did not dare to movement or offer resistance, but huddled together in the farthest corner, in order non to exist hitting, which could not ever exist avoided… We were never free from torments."

"For hours on terminate I rolled about on my bed, trying to forget my surroundings," recalled Leni Riefenstahl, "just it was impossible."

The mentally disturbed adult female kept screaming—all through the dark; 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.

They came for me the next morning, and I was taken to a padded cell where I had to strip naked, and a adult female 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. Nosotros had to line up before an American baby-sit who spoke German. The prisoners stood to attention, and then I tried to exercise the same, and and so an American came who spoke fluent German. He pushed a few people together, and then halted at the first in our line. "Were y'all in the Party?"

The prisoner hesitated for a moment, so said: "Yes."

He was slugged in the face and spat blood.

The American went on to the next in line.

"Were you in the Party?"

The man hesitated.

"Aye or no?"

"Aye." And he too got punched and then hard in the face that the blood ran out of his mouth. Nevertheless, like the first homo, he didn't dare resist. They didn't fifty-fifty instinctively raise their easily to protect themselves. They did cipher. They put upward with the blows like dogs.

The next man was asked:

"Were y'all in the Party?"

Silence.

"Well?"

"No," he yelled, and then no punch. From then on nobody admitted that he had been in the Party and I was not even asked.

As the above case illustrated, seldom was there whatsoever rhyme or reason to the examinations; all were designed to strength from the victim what the inquisitor wanted to hear, whether true or faux. Additionally, most such "interrogations" were structured to inflict as much hurting and suffering as possible.

"A young commissar, who was a bang-up hater of the Germans, cross examined me," Gertrude Schulz remembered. "When he put the question: "Frauenwerk [Women'south Labor Service]?" I answered in the negative. Thereupon he became so enraged, that he beat me with a stick, until I was blackness and bluish. I received virtually is blows… on my left upper arm, on my dorsum and on my thigh. I collapsed and, equally in the case of the offset cantankerous-test, I had to sign the questionnaire."

"Both officers who took our testimony were former High german Jews," reminisced a member of the women's 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, "he kicked me in the back and the other hit me."

They kept saying we must have been armed, take had pistols or so. Simply nosotros had no weapons, none of u.s.… I had no pistol. I couldn't say, just so they'd exit me in peace, yes, nosotros had pistols. The same thing would happen to the next person to testify… The terrible matter was, the German men had to watch. That was a horrible, horrible experience… That must accept 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.

As part of one "interrogation" process, Johann Heilmeyer was forced to scout as Americans tied a adult female'due south hands to a chair, tore off her clothes, then took turns raping her. Other women were warned that if they failed to sign simulated confessions they would be turned over to black troops who would practise with them equally they saw fit.

Not surprisingly, with beatings, rape, torture, and death facing them, few victims failed to "confess" and nigh glad ly inked their name to whatsoever scrap of paper shown them. Some, like Anna, tried to resist. Such recalcitrance was almost always of short duration, nonetheless. Generally, afterwards enduring blackened eyes, broken basic, electrical shock to breasts—or, in the case of men, smashed testicles—only those who died during torture failed to sign confessions.

American author, Marguerite Higgins, asked and received permission to visit one "Interrogation Center." What the writer expected to find is unclear, just what she did observe later on a GI led her through the main door of the prison the lady was utterly unprepared for.

"Behind the confined of the cell we saw three uniformed Germans," the woman recalled. "Ii of them, browbeaten and covered with claret, were lying unconscious on the floor. A third German was lifted upward by the hair on his head, and I shall never forget, he had carmine hair similar a carrot. A GI turned his trunk over and struck him in the face. When the victim groaned, the GI roared, 'Shut your oral cavity, damned Kraut!'"

To her horror, the American writer before long learned that for the past fifteen minutes over a score of Us soldiers had been beating and kicking the 3 Germans on the flooring as well equally 3 other victims nearby.

"The boy with the red hair was 14 years old," remembered Marguerite. "The other five High german boys in the prison cell blocks were between fourteen and 17 years old."

In the British Zone, a announcer stumbled upon the backwash of yet some other "interrogation."

'I'g afraid the prisoners don't expect exactly nice," laughed the captain in charge.

Crumpled on the floor, laying in pools of blood, the newsman saw several German prisoners moaning. When they were ordered to stand to attention for the guest, slowly, all made the painful endeavor. The first man to rising stood on uncertain legs and leaned against the wall for support. Then, his trunk shaking, the man made a reflexive motion with his artillery as if to fend off blows. Others, with difficulty, eventually managed to stand up, swaying confronting the wall. "Come up off the wall," shouted a British sergeant. Unsteadily, the browbeaten, bleeding men did as told.

In a nearby cell, the "medical officer" had just finished his examination of a German and on the floor lay the victim drenched in his own blood. "Up," shouted the medical officer to the man when the visitor entered. "Get upwardly."

Painfully, using the arms of a chair, the victim tried to rise, just could not. Again he was ordered to get up. This time, on weak, shaky legs the homo succeeded.

"Why don't you kill me off?" moaned the victim as he stretched his arms pleading to the men.

"The dingy bastard is jabbering this all morning" the sergeant nearby growled.

Alone, surrounded past sadistic detest, utterly insufficient of law, justice or promise, many victims understandably escaped in the only way they could—by taking their own lives. Like rays of sunday in a black globe of ugliness and evil, nevertheless, miracles did occur.

As guards led him back to his prison house cell on painfully weakened legs, one Wehrmacht officer reflected on the insults, beatings, and tortures he had endured and contemplated suicide.

I could not run across properly in the semi-darkness and missed my open up cell door. A kick in the dorsum and I was sprawling on the floor. As I raised myself I said to myself I could not, should non 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: "Without me ye can exercise nothing."

With those simple, yet profound words, and despite the terrible pain and desperation, the suffering soldier felt something stir inside himself, something he had non felt for a very long time. His body browbeaten, bloody, broken, but his soul… untouched, unharmed, unshakable.

New forcefulness seemed to rise in me. 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.

"I saw it," he said. "Here are baked potatoes."

He pulled the potatoes out of his pocket and gave them to me, and then went out, locking the door behind him.

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