Abram Sachar provides the following account of the liberation of Dachau..
most of the German
staff have fled, leaving the prisoners and a few SS men to fend for
themselves.
Holocaust-deniers would have you believe that scenes like the one described
here simply didn't
happen - an assertion so offensive and insulting on its face as to
be discarded without
consideration...
"On the last Sunday of April 1945, the first Allied
soldier, an American scout of
Polish descent, came through the gate of the main
Dachau camp. The few Nazis in the
tower watched apprehensively. They were no longer
there as guards; they had been
ordered to stay on merely to complete the formalities
of surrender. The upper ranks
had already fled, to blend in among the German civilian
population. The young
American's first impression, later detailed in an
interview, was one of `glaring chaos,'
thousands of ragged skeletons, in the yard, in the
trees, waving little rags, climbing
over one another, hysterical, completely out of
control. <7> The scout went back for
support and returned with a small detatchment. The
flags of many Allied nations had
suddenly appeared. Apparently the prisoners had
been secretly piecing them together
over the months, from tatters and patches and strips
of cloth. One prisoner, a Polish
priest, exuberantly kissed an officer, learning
later to his glee that she was Marguerite
Higgins, of the New York `Herald Tribune,' the first
American war correspondent to
report on Dachau. A military chaplain came forward
and asked that all who could do
so join him in a prayer of thanksgiving. ...
"Soon the advance scouts were joined by other Allied
soldiers and one of the German
guards came forward to surrender with what he believed
would be the usual military
protocol. He emerged in full regalia, wearing all
his decorations. He had only
recently been billeted to Dachau from the Russian
front. He saluted and barked `Heil
Hitler.' An American officer looked down and around
at mounds of rotting corpses, at
thousands of prisoners shrouded in their own filth.
He hesitated only a moment, then
spat in the Nazi's face, snapping `Schweinehund,'
before ordering him taken away.
Moments later a shot rang out and the American officer
was informed that there was
no further need for protocol.
"Some of the Nazis were rounded up and summarily
executed along with the guard
dogs. Two of the most notorious prison guards had
been stripped naked before the
Americans arrived to prevent them from slipping
away unnoticed. They, too, were cut
down. General Eisenhower sent a laconic communique
from headquarters: `Our
forces liberated and mopped up the infamous concentration
camp at Dachau.
Approximately 32,000 prisoners were liberated; 300
SS camp guards were quickly
neutralized.'
"During the next few days as the burials went forward,
the sick and the dying were
transferred to hospital facilities, makeshift as
they had to be, and food was carefully
distributed. `Prescribed' might be the better word,
for the starving had to adjust their
food intake with medical discipline. Only then did
the American command turn to
review the files that the Germans, with characteristic
meticulousness, had maintained.
"The full record of the pseudo-medical experimentations
came to light. Prisoners had
been used as laboratory animals, without the humane
restrictions placed on
vivisection. Hannah Arendt suggested that `the camp
was itself a vast laboratory in
which the Nazis proved that there is no limit to
human depravity.' For it was
remembered that these experiments were not planned
or conducted by identifiable
psychopaths. They were performed or supervised by
professional scientists, trained in
what had been once considered peerless universities
and medical schools. Reverend
Franklin Littell called them `technically competent
barbarians.' Indeed the procedures
had the full approval and cooperation of Berlin's
Institute of Hygiene." (Sachar, 8-10)
<7> Gun, Nerin E. "The Day of the Americans," pps. 63, 162. (New
York: Fleet Publishing,
1956)
Work Cited
Sachar, Abram L. The Redemption of the Unwanted. New York: St. Martin's/Marek,
1983