Tuesday, May 18, 2010

A British Interrogation

I have shamelessly borrowed the following testimony of a British Interrogation at the Neuengamme Displaced Person's Camp, from www.dpcamps.org.  My father's new home at Wöbbelin, was part of the Neuengamme Prison complex.

For those of you whom are unfamiliar with this subject, American and British forces were ill prepared for what they encountered when they came upon the first concentration camps in Germany.  Their repulsion and anger should be considered only normal to any human being.  What happened in these camps is without excuse - both before and after the war.....
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Subject: British screening centre, the internment camp Neuengamme
I translated this a while back it is worth noting. ANTOH schlega.a@kabelmail.de
Heinz Harenberg, und Rudolf Heinz Beher –
“German Army Cossacks - II Battalion Bergmann“ - A translation from: ‚Freiwilige vom Kaukasus’
One day in a British screening centre, the camp administration announced the dismissal of everyone owning an heavy goods driving licence, and were from the Hamburg area. They were needed to clear away debris, etc. Accordingly, our comrade reported himself for the task and was summoned to the camp management.
Jews wearing the British uniform sat waiting for him in the office. He was asked for his Service and Identification book (Soldbuch). An officer spoke good German, and leafed through a thick book. 
Suddenly this Officer pulled a whistle out of his pocket and blew in it loudly. Two soldiers with machineguns (Sten’s) at the ready stormed into the room.
Then everything happened very quickly. Hands up! 
He was taken to be jailed in the nearby village fire station.
There he was met by another two British Army Officers, and a physician.
Our comrade, a corporal, wearing the tropical uniform, already a prisoner seem to make them curious. When the door closed and they were alone, one of the Officers took our friend aside and wanted to know why and how he, a corporal was arrested.
After explaining ‘Bergmann’ etc. This Officer gave our man a tip; to immediately destroy his service book and say at the next interrogation that he was found without identification papers in the camp, and this was the reason for his imprisonment.
After three hours passed, a German Paymaster, two SS Officers, and a Captain, were locked up with him. 
That afternoon, the door of the fire station opened, and four British Soldiers with Sten guns were standing outside. They commanded: “Hands up, and come outside!”  
The men were told to sit in the back of a Land Rover, and were driven away.
Where? They couldn’t tell? A tarpaulin cover blocked their sight, and three British Soldiers pointing their Sten’s, accompanied them. In the midst of an open road the vehicle stopped.
Then they were commanded to surrender all their valuables and money they had on them.
One of the SS Officer’s resisted the order with a determined No! 
He was told to dismount. And all feared for the worst.
This Officer was relived of all his valuables with force.
The journey continued, and through a gab in the tarpaulin they could see they were in city of Hamburg, but damn it, the vehicle didn’t stop. It drove on. They wondered where they were going? Where they being taken to the Russians? What a frightening thought. 
Conversation was strictly forbidden, and a depressing atmosphere arose.
An hour's drive later they stopped.
Shrill commands of unintelligible speech, and a spotlight glared on the vehicle as they dismounted. All around them they saw Barbed wire.
Rifle butts rammed their backs, driving them on like cattle, then singled out for interrogation. 
ing could be seen. Only a bright spotlight, and the questions came in broken German.
Where? Which unit? In which countries did you serve?
Suddenly a sharp pain was felt in our comrades back, and again the same questions were repeated.
His answer was always the same, “I was found in the prison camp with no identification papers. My last unit was Kraftfahrabteilung 10 Hamburg.” (Transport Company 10, Hamburg.) 

Then more blows. Then a roar, "You SS pig! You’ll hang!" 
Afterwards, solitary confinement. A dark room with a concrete floor, and wearing only light tropical uniform.
Every hour or so, he was dragged back out in the spotlight. The same questions, with the same answers. Again and again, solitary confinement, and darkness.
Approximately 3-4 days the same torture continued, and nothing to eat.
Although the torturers did not believe our comrade, finally they gave up and went away.
He was taken into the POW community. Thousands of soldiers and civilians in huge wooden huts with concrete floors.
Neuengamme

Now they could talk, but only softly so no supervisor could hear them. He found out that he was now in the former Neuengamme concentration camp, close to Hamburg.
Every day there was food. A few pieces of turnip swimming in hot water, served in mess tins. with a fist sized piece of bread, half of it mouldy. At morning roll call, which always lasted about three hours until they were all accounted for, they were told that mould was healthy for them.
The Electric Fence

Those who collapsed from weakness, or showed signs of a cold, were placed between two narrow electrified barbed wire fences. Those who fell, died. 
In the evenings they were locked up in the barracks by 6 pm.
Large bins were placed around the rooms where they had to do their necessities. It didn’t take long for them to fill and spill over. Then they had to lie in the faeces, all through the night. A savage stench of sewer soon filled the rooms.
Again and again, they were taken for interrogation. And, again and again, they were returned to the stinking mass piles. 
During the day they were allowed only to walk in the yard surrounded by barb wire, though only in silence,. 
Those who cracked up, ran against the wire and were immediately fried. Prisoners were constantly shoving barrows, wheeling away the corpses. 
Our comrades neighbour, a young raw recruit from Munich had only seen four weeks of service, 190 cm tall, caught tuberculosis in his lung and died.
Cripples with one arm, or one leg, the elderly, soldiers of every genre, they was all there, packed together. 
Our comrade was subdued to this drama for about four and a half months, then it was all over.
He was dismissed without a penny. But before leaving he had to sign an agreement that he would not testify about his experience in the screening centre, Camp "Neuengamme.”
Finally he found his freedom. But there is always the fear of re-incarceration, and with this comes a great silence.

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