"Elsewhere in the hair factory, other guards died, blinded by hair blankets flung over their heads and beaten to death, strangled by the hair nooses." � Michael Elkins |
November 4, 1999 |
For twenty years Michael Elkins was the BBC's correspondent in Jerusalem. He is presently Associate Editor and Ombudsman of The Jerusalem Report. |
"Elkin's book is stunning: superbly researched, harrowingly readable, searingly powerful." � Sunday Express |
In this atmosphere of careful husbandry it was not to be expected that the Germans, who even probed for hidden wealth in the body apertures of their victims, would overlook the treasures more easily accessible. All arrivals at the camps had their heads shaved. The long hair of the women was collected and sent from all the camps in Poland to Treblinka. It was this that saved the life of Judah Klein. By the time Judah arrived at Treblinka, the hair had piled up until it filled seven warehouses. There was a factory to steam and process the raw material, and cunning machines to weave it into bolts of cloth. Very useful cloth it was, light and warm, and with an attractive lustre. Coat linings of the stuff were much in demand, for example, among the German officers suffering the severe winters along the eastern front. There was a room in the factory where twenty workers filled special orders. What was it you wanted, Herr Brigadeführer? � a blanket for your bed, or your friend's bed � a woven dress of bright red hair to delight your wife back home? � a coat of many colours for your little girl, to show that daddy loves her? Whatever you wanted, if you were a German of sufficient status or had money in lieu thereof, and if you didn't mind such things as Jewish hair, you could get it at Treblinka. For such projects, Judah Klein � bringing the skills of eleven years as a wigmaker � was a positive godsend. He quickly became a kind of foreman, with his own handicraft limited to the really special requests arising out of the more errant flights of German fancy. When, for example, Irma Greise, the beautiful "angel of Birkenau," had a birthday coming and Dr Josef Mengele was at his wit's end for a present to give the lady whose passionate loins he shared with several others � male and female � at the Auschwitz-Birkenau camp, he brought his problem to his friend SS Sturmbannführer Karl Mummenthey, who ran the Treblinka workshops. Mummenthey, sweet Cupid's aid, had an idea and ordered Judah Klein to translate inspiration into reality. So Judah crafted a whip of choice tresses � brilliant black, at Mummenthey's tasteful insistence, to contrast with Miss Greise's own blond hair � and tipped it with tiny knots of plaited silver wire. It made a wonderfully thoughtful gift, considering the deviant nature of the lady's proclivities, and she was never without it. Witnesses at her war crimes trial in 1945 testified that the whip went into bed with Miss Greise and her partners; and that she used it more publicly to rip open the breasts of young Jewish women who were brought to Birkenau. For this latter activity, the British tribunal had her hanged. Michael Elkins, FORGED IN FURY: A true story of courage, horror ... and REVENGE, Piatkus, London, 1996, pp. 89-90, emphasis added. |
Judah Klein flung himself backward from the bench of the loom, rolling like a cat, and up with the strangler's cord of hair taut between his hands and on to the back of the guard, tripped and down with two of the others trying to kill him and the noose hissing beneath his head, biting into his neck as Judah thrust his hands across and heaved upward, the snap of bone clean and sharp, Judah up and away, pausing to rip the guard's pistol from his holster, that instant saving him as another guard came in the doorway his machine pistol swung in a stuttering arc that killed four men before Judah had the gun and cut him down. ... Elsewhere in the hair factory, other guards died, blinded by hair blankets flung over their heads and beaten to death, strangled by the hair nooses, thrown through the second-floor windows to the ground below and kicked to death when the men came rushing out into the yard.
Michael Elkins, FORGED IN FURY: A true story of courage, horror ... and REVENGE, Piatkus, London, 1996, pp. 101-102, emphasis added. |
For four days, the Germans prowled the forest, tracing the Jews with packs of hunting dogs, spotting them with helicopters, burning them out of the underbrush with flamethrowers, killing them on the spot, wherever they were found.
Michael Elkins, FORGED IN FURY: A true story of courage, horror ... and REVENGE, Piatkus, London, 1996, p. 103, emphasis added. |
Of the SS men, 117 were dead and wounded; 1100 Jews were dead [...].
Michael Elkins, FORGED IN FURY: A true story of courage, horror ... and REVENGE, Piatkus, London, 1996, p. 103, emphasis added. |
Of the 180 Jews in the forest, only 18 survived, to find their way in time � maddened and starved and hardly human � to a group of Jewish partisans, survivors of the Warsaw ghetto revolt.
Michael Elkins, FORGED IN FURY: A true story of courage, horror ... and REVENGE, Piatkus, London, 1996, p. 103, emphasis added. |
Once again, this hair once it was shorn, was packed and bailed and sent back to Germany.
Yitzhak Arad, Demjanjuk trial transcript, Morning Session 17Feb87, p. 257, incorrect use of "bailed" instead of "baled" is in the original. |
A large number of rebels was killed inside the camp or near the fences; the estimate is around 350 to 400 people, nearly half the prisoners who participated in the uprising and escape.
Yitzhak Arad, Belzec, Sobibor, Treblinka: The Operation Reinhard Death Camps, Indiana University Press, Bloomington and Indianapolis, 1987, p. 298, emphasis added. |
Yet it can be assumed that about 100 fugitives managed to get clear of the Treblinka region and scatter throughout occupied Poland, or even beyond its borders.
Yitzhak Arad, Belzec, Sobibor, Treblinka: The Operation Reinhard Death Camps, Indiana University Press, Bloomington and Indianapolis, 1987, p. 298, emphasis added. |