Fake Mischling Survival Story?

Started by CrackSmokeRepublican, March 09, 2011, 10:54:07 PM

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Fake Mischling Survival Story?  Parts of this family "account" sound fairly fake if you ask me. -- CSR


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November 1, 2010
Peter Ernest Monash, the European years

The man later known as Peter Ernest Monash was born Ernst Rainer Monasch, on August 16, 1924, in the German town of Rudolstadt, where his father Alfred Monasch had recently opened a factory that employed a couple hundred of workers. His life was probably not unlike that of an only child, in that his brother and sister were 10 and 11 years older respectively. He was smart, high-strung, fast, and short. From all I know he was basically a normal kid, leading what for that era and socioeconomic class was a normal life. I know from one story that he was lousy at Latin, but I'd guess that overall he did pretty well in school — and even that supposedly not-known Latin was, from time to time, quoted to me at the dinner table.

In 1933, the Nazis took power. My grandfather was what one called a "Hitlerjude" — somebody who did not regard himself as Jewish at all, but whom the Nazis regarded as a Jew even so. The most immediate consequence for my father is that he was trundled off to whatever school could be found to accept a "Jew". Then, as things got worse, he was sent to France, to stay with one of my grandfather's business associates (I believe the French representative for his business).

I'm not sure how well my Dad was treated by his French host family. My mother thought it was pretty badly. My father, who was actually there, wasn't as harsh in his views. Anyhow, they did feed and shelter him, and eventually took him along when they tried to escape France ahead of the German invasion. That is to say, they bicycled south to the Pyrenees — but were turned back at the Spanish border. And so my father, in 1940 or so, was returned to Germany.

My father's mother was unquestionably Christian, and so his status was that of half-Jew, or "Mischling." This made him ineligible to serve in the military, not in itself a terrible drawback. Indeed, since he spoke French, wasn't in the military, and was a factory-owner's son, he was sent back to occupied France to run a factory of some sort. He traveled hiding in the back of an onion truck, for fear of the early French Resistance. But he fell seriously ill — I always forget whether the ailment was typhus or typhoid fever — and by the time he recuperated the factory-running plan was discarded.

The Monasch family relocated from Rudolstadt to Berlin. Alfred Monasch went into hiding, helped by his Christian in-laws. The rest of the family was restricted to menial jobs, as well as the privations of war-time rationing, and later of air raids as well. There was evidently some significant ill-treatment even beyond that, but I never was told details.

In 1944 a number of able-bodied Mischling men such as my father received a call-up notice. They were bundled into two trains of cattle cars, on adjacent tracks, to be sent in different directions. My father found himself opposite his friend Jan Boehm and, impulsively, climbed from his car to Jan's. That decision saved his life. At the camp my father and Jan Boehm were sent to — Zerbst — 5-10% of the inmates escaped, my father and his friend included. At the other camp (whose name I have forgotten), evidently nobody survived.  :wtf:

Zerbst was pretty awful, including tortures of various sorts. But I never was told which, if any, my father suffered personally. I do know that for decades thereafter he slept with a sheet or blanket over his head, a habit developed due to rats. He stole food to survive. (Rats? I doubt the Germans would allow it for long due to contagion risks for themselves.--CSR)

Somehow, the inmates had access to a radio,  :wtf:  from which they learned that the advancing allied armies were finding, in the work camps  :think:  they liberated, that all the inmates had been killed. This was, to put it mildly, a cause for concern. But on the night after they finished building the airstrip that had been their project, the Americans hit it with an air raid — neatly obliterating, as my father told it, a strip right up the center of the runway, rendering it unusable.

One casualty of the air raid was the electric fence, and so there was a mass escape. According to figures my father later saw, 150 or out of 2000 inmates successfully escaped, including his friend Jan Boehm. (Googling suggests those numbers may have been a bit off, but the general idea seems right.)

By the time he escaped, a soon-to-be-defeated Germany was in chaos. He made his way back to Berlin, rejoined his family, and eventually found himself in a liberated Russian sector. He got a job working for the Americans as translator. Eventually — I believe in 1948, but when I see some papers I may discover it was a year or two earlier — he was the first member of his immediate family to immigrate to the United States.

And that seems like a good point at which to break off  this particular post. There are a number of anecdotes I'd like to record and convey, but it seems more urgent to complete a basic life history for both of my parents than it is to drill into the specifics of any particular period in their lives.

http://www.softwarememories.com/2010/11 ... ean-years/
After the Revolution of 1905, the Czar had prudently prepared for further outbreaks by transferring some $400 million in cash to the New York banks, Chase, National City, Guaranty Trust, J.P.Morgan Co., and Hanover Trust. In 1914, these same banks bought the controlling number of shares in the newly organized Federal Reserve Bank of New York, paying for the stock with the Czar\'s sequestered funds. In November 1917,  Red Guards drove a truck to the Imperial Bank and removed the Romanoff gold and jewels. The gold was later shipped directly to Kuhn, Loeb Co. in New York.-- Curse of Canaan