Still, two
overheard
conversations
filled me
with
happiness.
The first
occurred
when Mengele
was in his
office
discussing
politics
with his
three
doctors. He
had such
discussions
with them
almost every
morning.
They all had
access to
daily
newspapers,
which they
read
religiously.
The suite
was four
approximately
twelve-by-twelve-foot
rooms, each
with a
handmade
rectangular
table, some
wooden
chairs, and
a few books.
Mengele
would sit on
one side of
the table in
his office,
and the
three young
doctors
would sit on
the other
side,
sipping
coffee from
metal cups.
The young
ones leaned
forward,
listening
intently.
Mengele
acted as
though he
were having
a casual
conversation
among
friends,
discussing
politics,
the daily
routine,
whatever.
Almost every
day the
young ones
would ask
Mengele what
was going on
in the
Fatherland.
They were
reading in
their papers
about
staggering
German
military
losses, and
they were
worried.
Mengele was
soothing,
telling them
that Hitler
had special
plans, that
he was
letting the
Russians
think they
were winning
the war by
letting them
capture a
lot of
little
countries,
but
scientists
were working
on new,
awful
weapons
which would
miraculously
change the
war's entire
complexion.
They
listened
respectfully
but were
skeptical.
They asked,
"How come
the
Canadians,
French, and
English all
are
attacking
us? How come
we can't
protect our
own people?"
"We let them
do a little
bit of
damage to
us. At the
end, they'll
be finished.
They'll
never
bombard the
Homeland,"
he said
smugly. I
knew from
the
underground
messages
that Britain
had already
bombed
Germany a
couple of
times.
I was often
around
during these
discussions,
because
Mengele
still didn't
think I
understood
German. One
morning, I
went in to
clean
Mengele's
offices. The
doctors and
Mengele were
having their
usual cups
of coffee
and asking
Mengele why
the Gypsies,
Masons,
Slavic
races, and
Jews were
being
eliminated.
One of the
doctors
earnestly
asked
Mengele,
"Why are we
killing
Jews? They
never did
anything to
us. They
have the
best
engineers,
artists,
scientists,
doctors,
musicians.
Germany was
built with
streets
named after
Jews."
Mengele
looked over
his shoulder
to make sure
nobody was
watching or
listening.
Then he
leaned
forward in
his chair
and looked
at the
doctor who
asked the
question. He
would
address them
all as
Meine lieben
Kinder"
(My dear
children).
The doctors
loved that.
Every time
Mengele
called them
that name,
they acted
almost like
dogs rolling
over on
their back
so their
stomach
could be
scratched.
He treated
them with
such
fatherly
affection
that he
often didn't
even let
them go
along when
he did
selections.
Instead they
did
research,
from what I
could gather
in the
snatches of
conversations
I overheard.
What kind of
research, I
never did
find out.
I'd heard
about
Mengele's
experiments,
but I never
saw any. I
heard
Mengele had
stopped them
after he
moved over
to Birkenau.
In any case,
all I saw
were
autopsied
corpses.
"Meine
lieben
Kinder,"
Mengele said
to the three
doctors.
"The Jewish
people, no
matter where
they are,
they become
the best in
the world.
Yes, you're
right. They
have all
kinds of
medicine,
music, and
scientific
discoveries."
Then he
described
how rich
some of them
were,
including
the
Rothschilds,
and how the
French
borrowed
from the
Jews so the
country
could fight
a war.
"There can't
be two smart
peoples in
the world.
We're going
to win the
war, so only
the Aryan
race will
stand."
One doctor
asked a
question, to
which
Mengele
replied: "My
father
fought in
the
German-Austrian
war with the
tsar. That
was in 1914,
when they
started
fighting,
and we kept
winning the
war. Then
the United
States came
in, and we
started to
lose the
war. Now,
the whole
world is
involved
against us
and we're
only 90
million
people."
Still,
Mengele
said, the
Germans had
some of the
French and
Italians on
their side.
"We didn't
realize the
Jewish
people were
going to
fight,"
Mengele
said,
slowly,
deliberately,
without any
passion.
"Where are
they
fighting?"
one of the
young
doctors
asked.
"Right here,
next to the
camp, there
are all
kinds of
chemical
factories.
Take a look.
They work
right next
to us in
those camps,
those Jewish
pilots. A
lot of them
were shot
down. Take a
look. All
kinds of
nationalities
are
fighting,
the English,
the Indians,
the
Pakistanis.
There are
even some
Jewish
brigades
fighting us.
"
A lot of
what he said
just then
was correct.
Many times
when I went
out with the
death wagon
to pick up
corpses, we
would see
and talk to
English
pilots,
American
pilots. We
even ran
into a
number of
Jewish
pilots.
Under the
Germans they
were being
forced to
build
factories.
They lived
in the work
camps
surrounding
Auschwitz.
Listening
hard, I
continued to
clean the
windows,
wash the
floors and
tables, and
shine boots.
"Look,"
Mengele
said. "Even
the Russians
are fighting
us. They've
brought in
Jewish
pilots,
nurses, and
doctors.
Everybody's
ganging up
on us. We
didn't think
it would
happen this
way."
"What will
happen in
this war?"
one of the
doctors
asked
Mengele.
"Meine
lieben
Kinder,
what can I
tell you?
You know
what the
situation is
now.
Everything
is in the
open.
There's
nothing to
hide."
Then Mengele
stood up and
said
something
that made me
want to grab
his neck and
crush his
throat, to
kick his
balls until
they were
jelly, then
stomp on his
face.
"Actually,
we never had
anything
against the
Jewish
people. But
they're
smarter than
we are.
Hitler
wanted to be
smarter than
the rest of
the world,
so we had to
eliminate
the Jews. In
reality,
they never
did anything
to us. They
didn't even
have a
country of
their own to
fight
against us.
We have to
eliminate
them. There
can only be
one smart
people and
it's us.
We're
winning the
war. Our
Fuehrer
knows what
he's doing."
One of the
doctors just
shook his
head, and
Mengele
proclaimed
again that
the
Fatherland
was working
on the
world's most
destructive
weapon,
which would
change
everything
overnight.
The young
ones just
looked at
him
pityingly.
They knew it
was a lost
cause. Then
the talk
ended. It
was time for
Mengele and
his doctors
to make
their
rounds, to
see how
quickly and
efficiently
Jews were
being
killed.
That crazy
bastard,
that
bastard,
I thought to
myself. It
was the
beginning of
1944; I knew
the end of
the war was
a long way
off. Of
course, not
a syllable
of any of
these
thoughts
escaped my
mouth. He
would have
had me
gassed
without
hesitation.
After
the
conversation
was over, my
friend Josef
asked me
what had
been said.
But I played
dumb with
him, too. We
went on to
clean
something
else.
In the
second
conversation
that
thrilled me,
I happened
to be
cleaning in
Mengele's
office while
the three
doctors were
there alone.
They were
discussing
how the war
was going,
and it was
going badly.
"We didn't
expect the
Juden
all over the
world to
bring
educated
people into
this fight.
Pilots, boat
captains,
officers:
all of them
are fighting
us," one
doctor said.
"What do you
expect?
People have
to fight for
their lives.
You can see
how many
prisoners we
took in,
educated
people. Now
they're
destroying
our cities
and killing
our people."
Another one
said: "We
didn't
realize they
had so many
Jewish
people in
England.
They're
bombing and
destroying
our cities."
One of them
looked very
somber.
"Well, we're
getting paid
back for
what we did
up to now.
Why should
they lie
down and
die? Look at
what we're
doing to the
Juden."
Another one
leaned
forward in
his chair,
forehead
furrowed.
"Why are we
killing the
Jews? What
did they do
to us?" he
asked.
"They're the
smartest
people in
the world,
and they're
the richest
people in
the world,
too. They
have banks.
Look at what
they're
doing in
England.
Rothschild
gave them
all that
land to open
up new air
force bases.
He gave up
all that
land to
fight us.
The Jew
bastard
wouldn't
give up that
land
before."
I could tell
what they
meant. It
was the same
old Nazi
propaganda.
They were
saying that
the Jews
control
everything
and are
greedy,
rich, and
selfish, so
they're
getting what
they
deserve. But
I was
excited to
hear how
badly the
Germans were
losing.
Just because
the Germans
were in deep
trouble
militarily
didn't mean
that the way
they treated
us had
softened.
Germany was
being
blanketed by
bombs
without
pause or
mercy. The
Nazi
mythology
said the
master race
was
invincible
and Germany
would never
be bombed.
Yet the
mothers,
wives,
girlfriends,
sons, and
daughters of
these
soldiers and
doctors were
being
killed,
maimed,
driven into
starvation
and
homelessness
by repeated
attacks.
The Germans
had trouble
grasping the
problem. It
was beyond
anything
they had
been led to
believe.
Their world
was being
exploded,
one bomb at
a time.
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