$Unique_ID{bob01133} $Pretitle{} $Title{Liberation of the Nazi Concentration Camps 1945, The Chapter III: The War Correspondents - Part II} $Subtitle{} $Author{Various} $Affiliation{} $Subject{happened heard danish first bodies saw denmark happen like time} $Date{1987} $Log{} Title: Liberation of the Nazi Concentration Camps 1945, The Author: Various Date: 1987 Chapter III: The War Correspondents - Part II Curtis Mitchell This is a most solemn occasion and a most difficult one for all of us. We have heard all the things that cannot be put into words. We have heard that words are not adequate in any language to describe the things that happened on the eastern and western fronts. I take exception to that to some extent because there are words that will describe it to somewhat better effect, but nobody can use them here. Nobody can use them except in his mind at night when he lies in his bed and he tries to say what really happened and how bad it was, and then somehow or other words of such filth and eloquence and pain come through the mind that you realize you can never utter them, even to the wife you have lived with for 50 years. So I think all of us, certainly some of us, carry a burden of sorts. I wish I could liberate myself from that burden right here in your ears, but I cannot do that because of my cultural background, my inhibitions, and also, perhaps, because it wouldn't really accomplish what I would hope would be accomplished, because of the shocking effect. However, I can tell you, as we have heard again last night and today, what I saw. But first, before I tell you that, I want to talk about something that I think will surprise our first speaker, who probably doesn't know that Ed Murrow was not originally headed toward the camp where he made that great report that you just heard. I was in the Scribe Hotel also, representing the American War Department, and had been sent there on a War Department mission to see that the press was able to cover, with every possible liberty, the elimination of the Nazi system from the world. This meant censorship, opening up of censorship. This meant assisting in any way that I could. During this period there came a time when we had crossed the Rhine - Montgomery in the North had crossed the Rhine; Patton in the South had crossed the Rhine. While there was no race literally between the two divisions because they were all under one command, there was, nevertheless, a rivalry between the people who wanted to be there first. We had heard about these camps. There had been a few covert stories. A great reporter named Jimmy Cannon who published in the New York Hearst press at that time had hinted at these things. One day I was in my room in the Scribe Hotel and Ed Murrow, whom I had known earlier, came to my room. He said, "I just heard that Belsen is probably going to be the first camp liberated." And I said, "Well, that's what I heard last night. Some people have just come down from General Montgomery's headquarters, and he's moving. There's a good chance that Belsen will be liberated." He said, "Well, I understand that you are trying to go in that direction. Yes. "Can I go with you?" So we agreed that we would take off for Belsen two days later. One day later, Patton broke loose. The American South front moved forward. Ed came back and said, "I'm sorry, but these are American troops. I am an American reporter for the American public, and I cannot go north to talk about the British occupying a camp. So I'll have to join the American correspondents. And that he did. But for that change of plans, he would not have made that great reportage. It certainly is a masterpiece and a crossroads in the history of broadcasting - television or radio - of what really happened in the war. To follow up on that a little bit, you have just heard that a group of newspaper editors were immediately flown over. One general up at the front had seen this for himself. I have forgotten his name. He called General Eisenhower and persuaded him to go immediately to see for himself. Then General Eisenhower sent word back to General Marshall in the Pentagon and said, "Get the newspaper editors over here as fast as possible." These editors were the first. Simultaneously almost, there was a group of, I think it was 10 or 12 congressmen - key congressmen - key committeemen who were assembled. You wonder how stories get out. They get out because some eager beaver somewhere sees a great disservice to humanity and says, "Let do something about it." And that is what was done. It started with an eager beaver somewhere down the line, and he said, "We've got to tell this story." It went up the line, as it must in all army and military organizations, and the first thing we knew not only was this story being told in these interviews with these people who had seen the camps, who had walked into the extermination department, but we were also being told, "Get other people over here." My station was here in the Pentagon. In our news division, we had an operation which consisted of reporters covering [for] the press, covering [for] the newsreels, and covering [for] the still pictures. Television at that time had not been invented it had been invented but not made practical. In turn, the Army provided large planes to take over groups of 20, 30 of these editors. I was able to also include the representatives of all the Hollywood production studios and distribution services so that if ever a picture was made someday, of which somebody would come along and say, "This never happened," the men around the studios would know what had happened and would be able to provide an antidote for that. What is happening now is that most of my companions of that day, most of the generals, most of the studio heads, have passed on. They are dead or retired. We are bringing up another generation which doesn't know what really happened. That is the reason I want to add my testimony to what I have heard this morning and last night about the things I saw. In kind, my testimony is pretty similar - not too different from what you have heard already. You have heard of bodies being heaped like cordwood. It is amazing that so many stories repeated the line, "They were heaped like cordwood." Why this is an American way of expressing the horror of bodies laid on bodies, I don't know, but there it was. As I walked down the main street of Belsen after I entered it - have forgotten the date, but it was early in April - here were bodies before every single barracks; women on one side, men on the other side, with the bodies heaped like cordwood. Then came a truck the process of removing those bodies. Do you understand that here was a world gone wild, a world gone hopeless, a world gone without any plans for what was happening? Usually there would be two Americans, or two, in this case, Canadian or British soldiers escorting the guards who had been the ones who guarded the camp. They would march their detail of these exguards to where the bodies were. One would get at the feet, the other at the head. Then they would reach down, they would grab the ankles, they would grab the sleeves or arms of the men. They would carry that body to the back of the truck, and they would swing it back and forth three times and then hurl it up into the truck where it was allowed to thump with a grievous sound. That happened until all those bodies were removed, and the next bodies were removed. Finally, when my car got down to the end of that street, here was a huge open ditch which had in it, they told me, between 1,000 and 2,000 bodies which had been picked up from the streets in the last two days. Beyond, I looked over and here were heaps of earth raised about three feet above the level. On each one was a white sign. On this sign, "Grave Number One - 5,000 people," "Grave Number Two - 5,000 people," and on through Grave Number Three and Grave Number Four. It so happened that I had with me a camera crew from the U.S. Army Signal Corps, and I took some of these pictures myself. Then it occurred to me, when they had thrown all of these bodies into this grave, that someday something like this [denying the existence of the camps and the Holocaust] might happen. And when it did happen, could anybody stand up and talk about it and have people believe them? So, I told my cameraman, "Look, I'm, going to stand over there by the edge of the grave, and I want you to take my picture." That picture is available in the Army Signal Corps files, and anybody who doesn't believe it happened only has to look at the picture. I m not exactly the same face that I was 35 years ago, but there is some resemblance they tell me. I am not saying, by any means, that this was what some people have called an extermination camp. We heard this morning that there were no gas chambers, I believe, on the western front, on the American front. I don't know anything about that. I only know that I saw those unburied dead and all of those graves. When I walked out of that place with my cameraman and an associate and into the first barracks, I saw in the distance something which must have been written by a medieval torture writer, because one-half of the building was completely demolished, the other half looked as if somebody had dumped a freight load of serpents on the floor. Again, the words are most inadequate. As I stood there, they mistook me and the man with me, because he carried a pail, as the bringer of food. These people weighed only about 70 or 80 pounds and were so weak that they could neither crawl nor walk. When they saw food or what they thought was food, they took their mess kits, put them in their mouths, and started slithering forward on the floor until they had reached our feet. They wanted to touch us, and they couldn't. One of the great tragedies, of course, in anybody's life is having a thing like that happen and then realizing that you cannot do anything about it. At every one of these camps, you may not know, there was a place where there was also a big training school where there were loyal German troops. If there was ever any trouble or a breakout, they could immediately get out the tanks. The tank school was right next to Belsen. They had put these people those they thought could survive in the empty tank school, and they had been so degraded, so depersonalized that they could no longer function as human beings. They couldn't hold food in their stomachs; they didn't know what to do. They broke up the furniture, the beds, and made fires in the middle of the room to keep warm by. This was the first chance they had had to do that. They had never been outdoors for months or maybe years to go to a toilet; they used the corners of the rooms, although there were bathrooms down the hall. All this leads me to a point that I think is awfully important and hasn't really been touched on here, and that is the walking wounded who survived. We have heard about the six million dead - gone but not forgotten, but beyond the pain of living. But as I circulated through the camp, I saw so many people who had paid the price of their imprisonment with their reason, their process of thinking. Some of them were crawling around among the potato peelings one day when I passed by, fighting each other, taking their fingers and running them around the insides of the cans that the Canadian Army had opened and thrown out. They were fighting over these tin cans. These people were let out of the place with no facilities for taking care of them. They wandered down the roads. Afterwards, they were to establish things called displaced persons camps, and I visited a number of those. These were not organized except by the Allies. The DPs had to be taken care of. As one rode through the roads of northern Germany at that time, you saw nothing but DPs. At one corner I saw a three-story-high pile of bicycles. For reasons unknown, some general had given an order that the DPs could not have bicycles. They didn't want them to get too far away or they might lose control of them. They wanted them in containments where they could feed them, where they could heal them if necessary. So they wandered around. They became their own law for a while. Some of those DPs and the children of those DPs are wandering around today. I don't know where they are, but they've got wounds. They've got wounds that will never heal. If I may add just one more personal note to this. You may wonder what a professional newspaper man - who has seen bodies in the New York Police Department, dismembered, and who is so-called callous to these things - thinks about all of this? There seems to be a psychological reaction called "numbing" - n-u-m-b-i-n-g. I see a head nodding because I am sure there are psychologists and psychiatrists among you. This numbing apparently preserved me from the worst. I think I'm lucky to have escaped this mystery, because I am not too acutely controlled by what I saw and what happened. Today we have a Chairman here who married a woman who had been in these camps. I met her today for the first time, and I looked at her arm. There were the blue, the lavender marks of the prisoners, the ones I had seen on thousands of people. Believe it or not, then it hit me. I began to realize that there are people all over the world who have these numbers tattooed on their arms, and that somehow this can't happen again. We're the only ones who can stop it. So I hope you will join with the spirit with the intent of this meeting and this organization which has organized it, so that this sort of thing can never come to humanity again. Svenn Seehusen I have had no time to prepare my speech. I have not used my pen or my pencil so I ask you to listen to the sounds of my heart. I went to the Danish resistance movement in 1941 as a young journalist. Denmark was occupied in April 1940. We accepted the German occupation after only a few hours' fight. Very early, the young people started action against the occupying power. We started with underground resistance movement papers. In 1945, there were over 800 papers with 2.5 million copies in Denmark. The population at that time was only four million. The Danish underground papers were very important in our fight for freedom. We had to give the Danish people the truth. We had to give information about what was happening in the world and what was happening in Denmark so they could fight for freedom. The underground papers were important; they made the basis for the Danish newspaper service in Sweden. Through the Danish underground papers we could tell the free world what was happening in Denmark; we could talk about the Danish resistance movement. I will try to tell you how I remember the last week of September and the first week of October 1943. At that time there were about 7,000 Danish- Jewish countrymen. We didn't know which of our school comrades and neighbors were Jews, but by the end of September, we knew who the Jews were. I saw when I came here a map outside with millions of Jews who died in Europe during the Holocaust. But I never saw the numbers in Denmark. I would like to try to tell you why no Jews died in October 1943 in Denmark . I remember the day we had a meeting of our regional underground group, and there was some rumor that something might happen to the Jewish people. About September 28 we got a message through a German officer from some political party people two of them were later prime ministers in Denmark. The officer had gotten the message in his secret paper, and he went to these Danish politicians and said something would happen in connection with Yom Kippur [Day of Atonement] on the first of October, 1943. The political people went to the resistance people and to the Jewish organization: "Something will be happening. Please be careful; please go from your homes." What was fantastic was that our Jewish neighbors and countrymen didn't think it could be right. Many of them stayed in their homes. The resistance was sure that something would happen in the morning, so on the evening of October 1, they got a message through the papers and through the resistance organization out to all Denmark. The message was delivered primarily in Copenhagen, however, since most of the Danish Jews lived in Copenhagen. I don't know what happened, but all at once the whole Copenhagen population knew something was going to happen to their neighbors. In the night, the neighbors would knock on the door of their Jewish neighbors and say, "Please stay with us tonight." Many of the Jews used the trains in the morning, and the Danes sitting beside them would say, "Please follow me home. You can be with me and we will help you." I would like to be very honest and say that at that time, October 3, we in the Danish resistance movement didn't know how we were going to send out 7,000 people in two or three days. But we got them home. The truth about the Danish actions in 1943 was that they were helpful to the whole Danish population. Thousands and thousands of Danes were helped. We in the newspaper worked very hard that night to send out information about what was happening. But there was not only the Danish people; there was the Church. The priests in the Church protested against what was happening to their Jewish countrymen. We in the resistance movement went to the coast. We had a transport organization at that time. It was very difficult and very primitive, but after two or three days of going up the coast from Copenhagen, we got in touch with fishermen and boatmen and asked them to help us. I can tell you no one, no fisherman said no. They accepted this very dangerous task of crossing the sea to Sweden. We in the underground press and in the resistance movement were the organizers of the operation. But we could not hide our Jewish fellow countrymen for more than one or two weeks. We were able to save our Jewish countrymen because we had a free Sweden; therefore, I am very sorry that there is no delegation from Sweden to this convention today. For me, Sweden was one of the most important countries during the war. It was a free country, a free country with hospitality to accept 7,000 Jews. We got them to freedom in Sweden in just one week. My participation in this meeting today has been a very great experience. I have heard about how the Jewish people and the concentration camp people were forced to wear dirty clothes with lice, but I can say that we could see our countrymen come back to Denmark after the war, healthy and smiling. After listening to the testimony today, I have a little peace in my heart that I was among the thousands and thousands of people who together did their part for our countrymen. We speak about the past for the future. Therefore, I am very happy to be here to attend this conference. I can promise on behalf of my Danish friends that we will support the efforts to tell the world about the Holocaust. But at the same time, I feel that perhaps what happened in Denmark in October 1943 can be an example for the future. Fred Friendly The report from Denmark, what my colleagues have said, the legacy that Murrow left on that piece of tape, and what Elie Wiesel said last night, say it all. I would presume on you only to share with you for a moment how I happened to be there. If you looked up my Army record, you would find that Fred Friendly was assigned to the China-Burma-India theater. I was a correspondent for the C.B.I. Roundup, which was the Stars and Stripes of Asia. General Sultan who succeeded General Stillwell, early in April, said, "We are not going to win the war in Asia. We are not going to get to Japan via the Burma Road. The 400,000 Americans in India, Burma, China have to know what's going on there [in Europe]." I was suddenly called in to headquarters and given a letter to General Eisenhower. Two days later I was in Paris, and five or six days later I was at the front and at Mauthausen. I was 24 years old. No one had ever begun to warn me that there could be anything like Belsen or Buchenwald or Mauthausen or Dachau. There I was, plucked out of China, plucked literally off the Burma Road, and dropped into Mauthausen, as Murrow went to Buchenwald. I wrote a letter which I considered sharing with you, but better judgment told me to use the tape. It was to my wife, whom I didn't know yet, and to my six unborn children whom I could not even predict. Although I am not a very religious person, I wrote that letter to my mother, to those other people my children and my wife and asked that at every Passover it be read. And it is, every year, by a different member of the family the oldest is now 35. When I hear people ask, "Did it happen?" I don't understand. When I hear Murrow, and I've heard that maybe 70 times, the moment that clings to my heart, and I expect to many of yours, is the man from Vienna who asks to feel his wallet because he was a leather worker and he hadn't felt leather in six years. I believe that little book I carry around, which is the only reference book I use very much - the Constitution of the United States and the First Amendment (which is sometimes honored more in the breach) guarantees that events like Buchenwald - to give it one name, a generic name will be remembered by history, by people who write about it. But there is nothing like that first draft of history. Murrow didn't write that report a month later, 10 months later, 10 years later, or in his memoirs 35 years later. He was a very young man, and he wrote what he felt in his gut and his heart, which is what others of us tried to do. He spoke in that tape of an epitaph for Franklin Roosevelt. I have never seen as many people listen to that Murrow broadcast as I did today. It's Murrow's epitaph, in a way. I would think that he would think that broadcast more important than what he did during the Blitz and the Battle of London and the McCarthy broadcast. I think he would like to be remembered for that, just as he suggested that we might want to remember Franklin Roosevelt. In his speech last night, Elie Wiesel spoke about Buchenwald. Remember I said Murrow saw Buchenwald on the I 5th of April. Wiesel talked about being a prisoner, a small boy, and seeing it on the 11th. They are opposite sides of the same coin, but that same kind of destiny said to all of us, "This happened." Wiesel wrote, "What we all have in common is an obsession not to betray the dead we left behind or who left us behind. They were killed once: they must not be killed again through forgetfulness. We cannot stand idly by, because what happened once could happen again somewhere, someplace." I've never said this before, because I've never felt it before, but Murrow's voice crying out to you, to my children, to my students, to my students' children, from his grave is saying, "We cannot let this be forgotten, because the consequences of forgetting is that we could allow it to happen someplace again."