by Donald Hunt
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ISBN: 978-1-54396-503-2 ISBN eBook: 978-1-54396-504-9
Dedicated to
The Source
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Who was…..Who is……and is to come
Acknowledgements
Delia, my constant companion and encourager, provided excellent ideas for the manuscript, printing format and exceptional art work. A longtime mentor and friend, Bill Counts, was helpful in my research, proof reading the original text and giving me wise counsel. With her amazing computer skills, our daughter-in-law, Lisa Dianne Hunt, was invaluable to the process.
Authors of several history books proved invaluable in the research: they include, Otto Friedrich, Before The Deluge, A Portrait of Berlin in the 1920’s, William L. Shirer, The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, Michael Burleigh, The Third Reich, Richard Rhodes, The Making of the Atomic Bomb, and biographer Ronald W. Clark, Einstein, the Life and Times.
Contents
Introduction
Eugenics
Anna & Erin
Einstein
August Days
‘Mein Kampf’
Surgical Training
Lise Meitner
Ernst Bishoff
Exodus
Kristallnacht
Germany invades Poland
An Expression of Love
Werner Schmidt
Resistance & The White Rose Society
Normandy Invasion
Conspiracy
Observing a Mad Man
Beginning of the End
Buchenwald Prison
An Execution and a Miracle
Auschwitz
The Coward’s Escape
A Desperate Search and VJ Day
Home but not Home
Introduction
The Journey of Anna Eichenwald
Whittaker Chambers, in his masterfully written account of his escape from Communism, espionage, and treason, describes a time when he and his family were in hiding and literally destitute. It had become brutally cold and their car radiator had frozen. They then discovered their home heating furnace was cracked. They had no money but called the repairman anyway. The furnace was beyond salvage so the repairman poured a ‘mending liquid’ in the tank with nothing else to do.
By a small miracle, the mending liquid sealed the cracked furnace, and the car suffered no permanent damage from the freeze. He and his wife began to view these and other events in their lives as ‘Providential’. Situations out of their control seemed to be guided or driven by something or someone beyond themselves.
In reality we have no ‘control’ over the things we see as most important, especially life and death. It is true we can influence to some degree what happens, but we are certainly limited. Because man tends to view himself as central in the scope of things, he mistakenly believes he has control of history, remaining convinced that history is about him. Since the beginning of time, man has searched for truth and its source. There are not endless sources. In fact, there are in reality only two, God and man. Man’s tendency to place himself as central in importance on the cosmic stage arrogates that he is the source of truth. But in this view, there are as many sources as there are individuals.
Placing God in his rightful position as Creator and Sustainer of the Universe confirms that he is the single source of truth, and that his truth is transcendent and immutable. In this model, all history is the working out of his eternal providential plan. What seems chaotic may not be chaotic at all.
In antiquity God had promised a ‘national homeland’ to the Hebrew nation. They occupied this land called Canaan, now modern Palestine, until their temple was destroyed in 70 AD. For almost 2000 years the Jews had no national homeland. In 1900 anti-Semitism was prevalent in American and European culture. With the exception of Zionism, no sentiment existed for the establishment of a Jewish homeland in Palestine. Yet in less than 50 years, circumstances stemming from two world wars would lead to the establishment of the nation of Israel in Palestine. Man could not have schemed nor predicted these consequences.
Anna Eichenwald was born of Jewish parents into a most chaotic time in German history. Hitler came to power in 1933 and predicted a 1000-year reign for the Nazi Reich. It lasted just over twelve years. Anna survived the Holocaust and in 1948 immigrated to her new homeland in Palestine.
We observe gravitational forces first described by Isaac Newton, but we do not understand the force or its cause, simply calling it Providential. We can observe history in a similar way, with limited understanding, and like gravity, should acknowledge it too is Providential.
Chapter 1
Eugenics
Walking briskly from her flat to work, Anna was apprehensive. Pulling her scarf more tightly around her neck, she headed up the steps of the University Hospital. A light snow was falling and there was no wind, but Anna felt unusually cold. She braced herself against the chill and began taking the steps two at a time, watching little clouds disappear and return every time she took a breath. Opening the door to the building she turned slightly to look back, pretending to struggle with her purse. She saw the parked car and turned away.
Monday mornings were always hectic. Anna was now an Associate Director of Surgery at the hospital, the result of her outstanding residency at the University Hospital, Berlin Medical School.
Today, her customary surgical rounds with resident physicians would have to wait. She was now a faculty member, and as such, she was scheduled to attend a meeting at 10:00 a.m. of the newly formed Counsel on Eugenics.
Anna had been informed of the meeting a few days earlier. It concerned her immediately. For all the accolades she was receiving for her professional accomplishments, trust was a diminishing commodity. She had already discussed the meeting with her surgical colleague, Christian Engel. She smiled to herself as she thought back to that conversation..... “There’s something….ominous about it,” she had confided in him. “I have a bad feeling. It can’t be anything positive, and I feel trapped.”
“You aren’t superstitious, Anna,” was all he would say.
“But Christian,” she demanded. “Eugenics? I haven’t thought about eugenics since I studied Plato.” He stopped walking and turned to look at her. Several doctors rounded the corner he nodded toward them. Their conversation was still vivid in her mind.
“This isn’t the place to talk about it, Anna. Besides, we will know soon enough what this is all about. Now weren’t we headed for lunch? As I recall, you were going to buy me the best lukewarm meal the cafeteria has to offer.”
She had smiled then and pulled out the inside of her coat pocket.
“Ah,” he laughed. “Empty again. So I buy the lukewarm stew today.” Christian could always get a smile out of her. They had gone through their surgical training together and had been both classmates and friends. For years, Christian had been her most trusted ally. Now she was in love with him.
Like most surgeons, Anna had become a morning person. During her medical training, she and her fellow students learned more about quality naps than long hours of sleep, a habit that didn’t change once she became a doctor. She was used to working extended hours with little rest. As she moved through the hospital’s massive lobby she quickened her pace, her boots playing staccato across the gray, marble floor. She had arrived unusually early. And on this particular morning, she also felt something unusual. She was not prone to bad days or moodiness. She wasn’t tired. But as she
turned to head upstairs, she put the palm of her hand softly against her abdomen and took a deep breath. She recognized the feeling. Anna was nervous.
These were uncertain times. The advent of Adolph Hitler as Chancellor of the German Republic had changed much more than the political landscape. His appointment in 1933 had painted a new picture of Germany, one highlighted with bloodshed and political purges. Most of the country’s citizens had initially welcomed a change. Even as the turmoil increased, they remained confident, lulled into believing that difficult changes required difficult measures.
Time would pass, and with it, the upheaval. In the end, Hitler would take them forward and the democratic process would take the country to a higher level.
Anna sat at her desk and poured a second cup of coffee. She still had plenty of time before the meeting. She stared out the window and allowed her thoughts to drift back to that crisp October day in 1934, when she and classmate Uri Avner attended a Nazi rally. The two had traveled by auto to Munich, where Hitler was to address the rally. Forty thousand people showed up, almost half in Nazi uniforms. Some held large banners displaying the Swastika. The colors were bold, the sounds were deafening and the air was electric. When Hitler spoke, he was mesmerizing.
Anna and Uri stood in the crowd, stunned at the power of this man who presented himself as a humble prophet, yet promised to commit himself to the task of improving the lives of all Germans. Whatever humility he brought to the podium died beneath the pounding of his fists and was resurrected as power personified. In apocalyptic language he spoke of a 1,000 year Reich, of social justice and reform. Like everyone else in the crowd, Anna and Uri were swept up in the oration and stirred by his passion and the content of his words.
That fall was ebullient; Anna and Uri and millions of other Germans could not know that they were subtly and carefully being lured into a web of deceit the likes of which the world had not seen. Anna, like so many others, was encouraged by the promises of this ‘messiah’ and elated at the prospects he laid out for her country. She believed she was witnessing a historic rebirth of Germany and that she would be a part of it. She would indeed be a part of it. Anna was a Jew.
The reprisals were already well underway. The Jews were the principle targets of the Nazi cabal, although many within the intellectual community had so far, been unscathed. Anna made every effort to pour herself into her work at the University. She was admired as a professor and teacher of surgery. She had recently received a coveted award as the outstanding teacher in the University system. Surely things would continue to go well for her.
Anna stood up from her desk and glanced out the window. She was looking for the car. Earlier that morning she had seen it during the four block walk to the University. For almost a month she had noticed the intermittent presence of a gray car parked at the corner of Meuerstrasse and Unter den Linden. It sat like a stone beside the Russian Embassy, a single occupant behind the wheel. The driver never moved. It had taken her several weeks to realize that she was being watched.
Anna was by nature, an optimist. As a child, she’d had little reason to resort to denial or force a positive attitude as a kind of defense mechanism. She had been raised in a loving home, with talented, generous and faithful parents. She believed in God and in the power of faith. Raised on such a firm foundation of values and goodness, it was natural for her to stand on this even on the few occasions when she had been troubled or upset. During such times, she would focus on the things and the people she loved. This morning was no different. Anna was troubled. So she turned her thoughts to Christian.
He had always loved her. Since their days in medical school, Christian had waited patiently for Anna to return his affection. She never did, so he was content to be her friend. He had met her parents and admired them. But he knew after that first introduction that his chances for anything more than friendship with Anna were even more diminished. They would never approve of a gentile who had a romantic interest in their daughter.
The National Socialist government had only complicated the issue. In 1934, the Laws for Protection of German Blood and Honor (known as the Nuremberg Laws) were passed. The first of the three laws abolished the citizenship of all Jews in Germany. They simply became ‘subjects of the state.’The second law prohibited marriage or any sexual relationship between Aryans and Jews. The final law stated that no Jew could raise or lower the German flag. These laws were strictly enforced by the Gestapo. Anna had learned of a Jewish man who received a two-month prison term for just speaking to a 16- year old German girl.
Still, Anna and Christian spent hours together. They studied at school and as resident physicians. They had coffee together and took long walks. She knew that he admired her beauty. And she knew he was fond of her. But Anna thought of him as the brother she never had. That’s why her sudden attraction to him after all these years had come as such a surprise. She loved to talk with him, laugh with him, confide in him. Then suddenly, she wanted his arms around her.
It had happened in an instant. One evening they were having coffee in the surgical lounge. Christian was laughing at something she said. He was looking away at the time and his eyes were smiling and sweet. Anna was overcome. She reached under the table and took his hand. His startled expression caused her to laugh out loud.
Anna had never been in love. And Christian had never dreamed she would return his love for her. As the evening grew late, Anna and Christian walked to her apartment and she invited him in. There was suddenly so much to say and so many feelings to express. Anna felt reborn as she listened to Christian pour his love into words.
“Anna, I loved you before I knew you. I always believed God had a girl for me. When I saw you, I knew you were that girl. You wanted friendship. I wanted your love. I knew you didn’t really know how I felt about you. Besides, after I met your parents, I knew they wouldn’t approve of me. But I still couldn’t stop loving you. I tried. I spent time with other girls. But all I could ever think about was you.”
“What other girls?” Anna snapped. Then she smiled. “Oh, so now you want to know,” he laughed.
As the two sat in her tiny living room, Anna looked at Christian and began to feel warmth spreading across her stomach. It moved up her neck and into her face. She felt flushed. What would it be like to hold him? How would his lips feel on hers? She had never been intimate with any man.
“I never thought of loving you…this way,” was all she could whisper. Christian stroked her face and moved closer.
“I was so busy with school, with my life. I just didn’t….” Anna swallowed and struggled for the right words.
“I’m not sure how to move from where we were to what we are now. It’s so new. It’s like trying to get into a room…I’m already in.
Simultaneously they moved toward each other. Anna had been speaking so softly, Christian had moved closer to hear her. But Anna didn’t speak. Instead, she kissed him. Christian closed his eyes, afraid that if he opened them he would see that it was all a dream. But her hands moved up to his face and he could feel her cool fingertips run lightly across his cheek.
“Pinch me,” he managed to say.
Anna giggled softly and kissed him again. They remained in each other’s arms, sharing kisses and talking until after 2:00 a.m. When he stood to leave, Anna wrapped her arms around him and leaned against his chest. They didn’t speak for several minutes. Anna turned her head from side to side, as though trying to take in all of him. Christian ran his hands through her hair and breathed in the scent of her.
“I have to go,” he finally said. “Remember, we’re both working today.”
One, long, lingering kiss later, and Christian finally pulled himself away from her. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Not soon enough,” she said with a smile as she shut the door behind him.
* * *
Anna forced herself back to reality and glanced at the clock. She
looked around at her office, a private space on the building’s third floor. Her position afforded a secretary, and Anna felt fortunate to have the services and friendship of Theresa Schmidt. Theresa arrived every morning at 8:30. They had developed a ritual. Over coffee, they would visit for a few minutes then move on to the day’s schedule and administrative issues. In the last few months they had found time to discuss more important matters.
Other than Christian and her parents, Theresa Schmidt was the only person in all of Germany whom Anna trusted. Five years earlier, tragedy had befallen Theresa and her family. Theresa’s husband, Dr. Willi Schmidt, was the eminent music critic of the Muenchener Neueste Nachrichten, the leading Munich daily newspaper. Their apartment was in Schackstrasse in Munich, and Theresa had made it a very comfortable home for Willi and their three children. On the evening of June 30th, Willi was in his study playing his cello while the children played in the living room. The doorbell rang and four SS men entered. Without explanation, they took Dr. Schmidt away. Four days later his body was returned in a coffin with orders that the family was not to open it. Dr. Schmidt had been mistaken for S.A. leader Willi Schmidt, who had been marked for assassination. The Gestapo later moved Theresa and her children to Berlin where she was given a job at the University and a small pension. Theresa never spoke of the Nazis and had grown fiercely loyal to Anna.
At 8:30 sharp, Theresa walked in the door. She and Anna talked for several minutes. Theresa was well aware that Anna’s citizenship had been abolished by the Nuremberg Laws and that most Jews in Berlin were being forced to wear a yellow six- pointed ‘star of David’ on their coats. Jewish medical doctors and scientists employed by the University had not yet been required to do this. Anna and Theresa were extremely cautious in their conversations. They believed there were listening devices in the office.
Theresa knew about Christian. She was the only friend to whom Anna had divulged this information, and they had spoken of it only once. Theresa was well aware it was only a matter of time before the Nazis would remove Anna from her position. Jews were rapidly being removed from positions of authority.