Wednesday 25 November 2020

Holocaust Book Review: Eddy de Wind

 

Eddy de Wind. Last Stop Auschwitz: . My Story of Survival from within the Camp, trans. David Colmer. London:Transworld Publishers/Penguin/Random House, 2020. Original Dutch edition Eindstation Auschwitz, 1946. vii + 261 pp. +
6 b+w photographs.

Another book about the Holocaust and about the horrors of Auschwitz. Every record of this period in Jewish history is valuable, every voice recorded, every memory preserved, every testimony is a proof of what is denied, trivialized and forgotten at our peril. Each is defiance of the effort to wipe us off the face of the earth and out history. But each is not a trustworthy, persuasive, vivid and aesthetically crafted piece of writing.  Last Stop Auschwitz, however, is one of the few books, if not the only one, written from inside “the belly of the beast”, that is, composed while in a concentration camp and then published without editorial guidance or hindsight reflections. As a Dutch physician working inside the camp hospital, Eddy de Wind distanced himself slightly from the unspeakable conditions around him by giving his personal narrator a fictional name.

The reviewer is humbled by the presentation of the whole book. The accompanying comments and additional information say virtually all that needs to be said about the importance of the book, the relevance to understanding how people—Jewish and other victims, German and other perpetrators of horrendous crimes against humanity—did what they did.  What the Nazis did was inconceivable to normal human beings. More inconceivable is how some of the victims of these criminal acts endured. What happened to them, as attested by the long silences and the sometimes never-spoken words, cannot be expressed in any normal language. Thus the relevance and the paradox of an English translation of the Dutch original right now.

All around the world, not just in Trump’s America, even as a period of healing seems to be opening, there are once again unspeakable crimes committed by fanatical groups of terrorists and tyrannical states running roughshod over the standards of common decency, human rights and international law. Therefore there must be some way of revealing the chaos and anarchy, of speaking of a truth that allows justice to return, and expressing the cries of those whose voices are drowned in the blood of violent oppression.

Written from within the belly of the beast, as the translator of Eddy de Wind’s book puts it, this narrative is at once a cri du cœur by a fictional character and a virtual transcription of one man’s experience of the Shoah while it is happening. Putting some distance between the reality and his own literary prose, Eddy de Wind records how he sees, hears and feels the horrible actions occurring around him. He does not describe the unimaginable cruelty and cold-blooded murder of hundreds of thousands. He hears gunshots, rifle butts crashing into people’s skulls, corpses being dragged across the floor. He sees flashes of light, he tastes the muddy slop the prisoners are given to eat, he gags on the stench of men and women’s bodies rotting in their own excrement.

The “Afterword” by John Boyne says about all that a good book review should. It gives the publishing history of the text and its reception by early readers in post-War Holland. It describes the shape of the narrative and why it is rushed along by incomprehensible commands and counter-demands by the Nazi officials. It points to moments of poignant insight by the narrator into an understanding of what the war was really all about: a race war, an attempt at racial hygiene and the elimination of the Jews and other Untermenschen, such as Gypsies, homosexuals, Slavs and all opponents of the regime.

The concentration camps, sometimes more slave-labour and sometimes more extermination, were established in the early 1930s already, first, to inculcate an attitude of total ruthlessness in the SS, teaching  them to kill brutally and sadistically; second, to exploit millions of innocent people on the way to death for their few months left of forced labour to help fund the war effort, already incapable by 1942 of sustaining large scale battles on many fronts; third, to murder as many Jews as possible, even at the cost of strategic failures elsewhere, and thus to bring on the Gotterdammerung, the downfall of the gods and of civilization.

 There is also “A Note on the Author and the Text” which consists, we are told consisting of statements made by various members of Eddy de Wind’s family and by information abstracted from different written and oral interviews by Eddy himself in the years following the War. From this learn about what happened to him and his wife after the liberation of the concentration camps and the processing of displaced persons. Though he was reunited with Friedel, his wife, returned to his medical career, training further as a psychoanalyst, his life was difficult. Neither Eddy nor Friedel could escape the post traumatic stresses of their ordeal, and they eventually were divorced, Eddy eventually having two further wives. He published extensively on what became his speciality, the effects of the Holocaust on its surviving victims and their children, one important essay, “Confrontation with Death,” being published in a fresh English translation in this volume. The psychological strains on the lives of those who managed, often more by sheer luck than any heroic acts on their behalf, outweigh any physical disabilities from malnutrition, disease or injury. Anxiety, nervousness, nightmares and moodiness often hamper the re-establishment of old relationships and formation of lasting new ones.

In the autobiographical novel, which is the text of Einstation (Last Stop Auschwitz), the narrator and the character named Hans, both of whom constitute the representative experiences of Eddy de Wind, reveal a highly educated and cultured young man wrenched out of normality and thrust into the mad house that was Auschwitz and the whole of the Holocaust. As a physician, he was pressed into service in the concentration camp hospital and experienced the utter illogical, stupid and insane world that it was. Around him, the horrors of the SS-run death machine carry on, tortures, executions and sadistic behaviour in general are mostly seen on the margins, heard from a distance, and felt in the disease, weakness, loss of will-to-live in those patients who pass into his care. But some actions and events that we are able to see and have some understanding of by virtue of hindsight, Eddy/Hans could not place into a larger picture and measure the weight of historical importance. For instance, he never identifies the Lagerartzt, the camp doctor in charge of medical experiments as Dr. Josef Mengele, nor does he realize the full extent of the inexpressible suffering undergone by twins, women and deformed victims. What he does feel is the myriad details of bodies disintegrating, men and women reduced to Musselmänner, other prisoners, including at times Jews thrust into positions where they not only have to degrade and torture others to try to survive themselves, but have their personalities twisted into the same sadistic madness as the Nazi guards.

There is a glossary of foreign words and titles of functionaries in the camp (German, Dutch, Polish) and expressions and an expansion of abbreviations. This is a bit awkward and might have been more conveniently placed as footnotes or marginal notes. David Colmer in his Translator’s Note justifies the retention of these words and expressions in their original form: words that run together terms from the commands of the Nazis, the curses of the foreign guards, the horrible mangled tones of the kapos, the pleas of the dying. Such a mangling of discourses does not obey the laws of grammar, the niceties of colloquial syntax, and the nuances of each individual’s personality. The translator attempts to convey the roughness of Eddy de Wind’s original Dutch text. The new version in English also, one might say, shocks the reader into sharing some of the confusion and meaninglessness of the experience the original writer was still feeling at the time he completed the book. Six black and white photographs are entered into the last section of the book to show the early life of Eddy, his mother and friends, the author as an old man in 1986, a year before his death, and a few pages of the handwritten original script. The inside front and back cover pages also reproduce in full colour some of the pages of that manuscript.

Saturday 14 November 2020

H olocvaust Review: Unmasking Dr. Mengele

 

David G. Marwell. Mengele: Unmasking the “Angel of Death”. New York: W.W. Norton, 2020.

Review Essay by Norman Simms

 

PART ONE

What Lies Behind and Inside the Lies of a Nazi Liar?

 

Dr. Joseph Mengele and his Skull[1]

 

How does one write the biography of a monster whose very life essence is evil? How can one focus on the birth, childhood, family environment of a creature of such utter inhumanity that it seems impossible that he had once been innocent and without reproach? Even in his maturity, as we stare shocked at his baby-like face, it is impossible to accept this Angel of Death as the perpetrator of unspeakable, unimaginable horrors as Dr. Josef Mengele.

Yet in the first part of his book David G. Marwell gives it a go, basing much of the private and personal information on an autobiographical novel Mengele attempted to write,[2] letters he and his wife sent to one another during the War years, especially when he was working in Auschwitz, and on later testimonies that she gave long after her husband died.

The boyhood of Joseph, his time at home and at school, and his beginning interests in medicine and anthropology at university are sketchy, not enough to provide any insights into the mind of the Nazi he would become or for the psychohistorian carry out a deep analysis of his mind. Marwell must keep reminding himself and the reader that this relatively likeable boy and young man would grow up into a cold-blooded Nazi doctor performing horrible experiments on children and young adults who had no say in what was done to them.  What it looks like is that the rise of Hitler put into positions of power and authority many Nazi-leaning teachers along Mengele’s career path, that he was tempted by the opportunities offered, and then shaped his interests and studies to fit in with newly-established Third Reich. Among his friends and colleagues he was genial and polite, showing no signs of the sadistic streak within his soul. What he did not demonstrate was any empathy or understanding of the genocidal policies he helped put into effect. When he could find them, he recruited Jewish doctors, anthropologists and other educated persons to be his assistants to whom he showed a certain degree of professional respect; but when they had served his purposes he had no qualms about sending them to the gas chambers. As for the image survivors of the Holocaust had of him as the SS officer standing on the platform making selections of who lives and who dies when transports arrived with weary, confused and often sick victims of Nazi round-ups, it turns out that he was engaged in this duty only as his name came up on a roster, and the many horrible tales of his behaviour on the platform conflate him with all the other Nazi guards who took turns flicking their eyes or pointing their swagger-sticks this way or that to separate the endlessly long lines of Jews into two categories.  Insofar as it has any meaning, the generic picture of Mengele as the arch-villain in this pursuit, deflects a little from the more odious traits of his character and the evil he carried out in the service of so-called racial hygiene. Any number of fellow SS officers could do what he was doing in the selections; but only Mengele could have conceived and carried out the abominable parody of real medical research he imagined himself engaged in.[3]

Having escaped from Auschwitz before it was liberated in early 1945 by the Soviet Army, Mengele, stripped himself of his SS officer’s uniform and attempted to hide out, or at least avoid capture by the Russians. He thought he would have a better chance as a prisoner of the Americans. He knew, however, that his crimes would eventually catch up with him, so he attempted to leave Europe. Despite being on several lists as a wanted war criminal, he managed to avoided being charged with his heinous activities, took advantage of the pressure on the Allies to feed and house the displaced persons and former inmates of the many Nazi concentration camps to evade trial and punishment. Leaving his wife and child behind, calling in favours from friends and colleagues, he made it safely out of Germany and Europe. He never regretted his experiments or thought of himself as anything but a great scientist.

After his escape Argentina, followed by hiding in Paraguay and then Brazil, Mengele remains very much a cipher. His family, friends and Nazi-sympathizers try to protect him and arrange for him to cross borders and receive financial support. Mossad and other Israeli agents track him, miss him by a hair’s breath, turn their attention to other matters, such as the capture of Adolf Eichmann or the assassination of Nazi criminals in Egypt. His life becoming more constricted by the need to keep a low profile and having no real occupation to follow, he grows older and more paranoid. When the Universities in Frankfurt and Munich rescind his two doctoral degrees, he seems bereft of any of his old intellectual contacts. There is virtually no descriptions of him, recordings of conversations he had with those who are shielding him from the authorities, or even transcripts of the few letters he sent back and forth to his father in Germany. His being alive, of course, is an insult to humanity, and his failure to own up to his deeds or appear before any court to try to defend himself gives him no credibility as a human being. If Eichmann is characterized by Hannah Arendt as a prime example of the banality of evil, what do we make of Josef Mengele? To call him “The Angel of Death” (malach ha mavays) seems overly dramatic.

Though the Mosad, the Israeli secret service, had not been diligent enough to track down Mengele as they had been with Eichmann, the goal remained important: not simple revenge on an enemy of the Jewish people, but the pursuit of justice, and as a warning to anyone who attempted to exterminate the Jewish people again that they would never be allowed to rest in peace. The West German government (and then after reunification, the German Republic) also had an important set of goals: to purge their state of ex-Nazis and sympathizers and to be seen to take the punishment of ex-Nazi war criminals seriously in the eyes of the rest of the world. The United States became involved when documents surfaced that Mengele had been in the custody of the US Army but was allowed to escape and seek refuge in South America. To a lesser extent, the Canadians took up the pursuit for similar reasons as the government in Washington. As the anniversary of the defeat of Hitler’s regime and the liberation of the death camps, public attention turned to what had happened, who perpetrated the crimes, and who were still at large.  Survivors of the Holocaust and particularly families of the victims of Mengele’s cruel experiments—dwarves, twins and other “subjects”—gathered in Auschwitz in the mid-1980s and formed an association to track the Angel of Death down. Time was running out for the survivors to see justice done and for the criminals to escape punishment.

Ethical, moral and judicial questions may be raised as to the methods employed by the Nazi-hunters. Mengele’s family and associates were subject to surveillance, apartments were broken into, searched, and bugged, and mail was intercepted. Agents provocateurs tried to entice or bribe Mengele’s friends to reveal his whereabouts. While the Germans had some qualms because they were part of a new state attempting to establish its bona fides as a liberal democracy in which such intrusions into peoples’ private lives were to be avoided, the enormity of Nazi outrages against common decency and social justice made it difficult to stay within the limits of the law. For the Israelis, the pressing need to satisfy the Jewish world as a whole and the shrinking generation of survivors of the Holocaust that there would never again be a Shoah and to show justice served against the enablers and participants in the crimes of genocide must be seen to be done. The capture and taking of Eichmann to face a Jewish court for crimes against the Jewish people showed how important the result was: the Israeli public and witnesses from overseas, non-Jews as well as Jews, could see that retribution would be relentless. Old men and women who had been reluctant to speak in public about what they had endured felt emboldened to stand up and speak their truths. Israel would be seen as the guardian of the whole of the Jewish people at home and throughout the Diaspora. The myth of the timid, submissive Yiddle was smashed forever.

Again this means that for most of Marwel’s book the focus is not on Mengele himself but on those whom he had victimized and those who were now tracking him down. Israel, Germany and Brazil, along with the USA, in whose team of investigators Marwel belonged, began to close in on their quarry, with each of the national teams wary and suspicious of the other. Detective work proved more difficult than anyone suspected, and even of becoming sure that the infamous doctor was in Brazil, reports that he was dead did not mean that the chase was over. Mengele, his family, former Nazi associates and other friends obscured the trail, and could not be trusted when interviewed—even when they announced that he was dead and buried. Rivalry between police and government departments, incompetence by the Brazilian team digging up the supposed corpse and bad luck—missed flights, mistranslated documents and other technical blunders--made it impossible to confirm that Mengele actually was dead.

There is a long technical discussion on the forensic examination of what had been reportedly Mengele’s body in Brazil. However, when the official report was produced, with the examining scientists and police specialists agreeing that there was a high probability that remains found in a coffin were those of Josef Mengele and not those of his father, as some had presumed in an attempt by the family and Nazi associates to continue to hide the culprit. Interesting as the outline of the various forensic methods used to date and identify the skeleton, none of this tells us anything about the evil doctor himself. The survivors’ group remained sceptical and cautious until they could be absolutely certain Mengele was no longer alive and enjoying an undeserved old age.

As well as the survivors of Mengele’s dreadful twin experiments, the Israeli agents also remained cautious and refused to close the case. Marwell himself, as part of the American team from the Justice Department, was shamed by a meeting of the survivors and their families—they deride his naiveté and pose of objectivity, insisting that anyone who had anything to do with Nazis knows they are consummate liars and should never be believed—so that he decided to pursue the matter further. Not only does Marwell take to heart the admonitions of the men and women he met whose lives were scarred by what Mengele did to them and their families, but he also takes seriously the fact that the evil doctor was both a physician, specializing in anatomical “racial hygiene,” and an anthropologist, and therefore well-trained to carry out the entire deception of placing a phantom corpse in the crypt from which he was supposedly exhumed.

The more I read these chapters on the forensic methods brought to bear on the case, the more it began to take on a particular psychoanalytical pattern of what was going on with Mengele, his helpers in eluding capture, the friends who more or less willingly aided in the decades long deception, and the deep hurt all these people continued to inflict upon the survivors—those men and women who had been children when they were profoundly humiliated, excruciatingly tortured, and had their lives ruined by the unending need to find justice and truth. 

Although I cannot expound at great length the argument necessary to explain what it seems to me is going on, I will make some allusions to a study published by a Polish scholar,[4] a synthesis of research projects carried out by two Hungarian-born scholars in France. I will try to make brief and relevant sense out of what they discuss to help us understand the obfuscations practiced by Josef Mengele and his fellow Nazis.[5] The search to uncover the secret of Mengele’s life and death will be case study in what these scholars call the crypt. [6]

As a psychohistorical study, my lengthy review of the biography of Mengele reworks the individual-based psychoanalysis of Freud and his followers, including his French disciple Lacan, with certain additional perspectives: first, our examination is of historical persons in particular public and private circumstances; second, we are concerned with shared, transmitted and sometimes collective processes of the mind; and third, we engage long-term transmission of images, words, gestures and rituals that are connected and driven by traumatic experiences in moments of crisis and catastrophe. What Josef Mengele did to Jewish children and adults in his experiments at Auschwitz fits these criteria, as well as his own and other people’s attempts to deny, hide or reshape the truth of what he did and its consequences. [7]These Nazi acts and lies are encrypted in the judicial case of formally identifying the buried skeleton found in Brazil.

Now let us return to Marwell’s account in the final chapters of his book about Josef Mengele.

Tracking down some of the colleagues Mengele had at Auschwitz and those who helped him in the immediate post-war years to evade going to trial for his crimes, Marwell relentlessly examined and interpreted clues, travelled back and forth to South America and Europe, and began to put a much more refined picture together of the fragmented corpse in the coffin found in Brazil and the detailed itinerary of Mengele’s escape routes through Argentina, Paraguay and Brazil. Handwriting experts, forensic pathologists, dental anthropologists and others help go through all the already-examined and newly discovered documents, medical reports, x-ray records and references to Mengele’s childhood and adult injuries and illnesses. His personal journals, letters and attempt at an autobiographical novel are again meticulously read. Family members, professional colleagues, Nazi Party associates and neighbours on two continents are interviewed again, and the transcripts scrutinized and compared from many angles.

After all the years of trying, Mengele’s son who had briefly met his father on a trip to Latin America and wrote letters back and forth for a while gives enough details to fill out the emerging picture of where his father is, what kind of a man he was, and how he eluded capture for so long, and what he was thinking in the last few months before his death.  Then DNA tests were perfected sufficiently give some of the final evidence needed to reach a conclusion satisfactory to all involved. The skeleton in the coffin was indeed Josef Mengele. So what?


 

 

PART TWO

A Mystery Wrapped up in an Enigma and Encrypted in a Phantom Memory of a Fundamental Lie.

 

Dr. J. Mengele Performing Medical Experiments in Auschwitz

 

Here is a rough outline of what psychoanalysts mean by crypt. First of all, it is a symbol (syn-ballein). A symbol originally meant some object (such as a ring or a plaque) that two persons shared, broke into two parts, and then each would keep one of the parts and would remember the other person and the missing part. One could see and touch part of the whole and remember the other part which, if the two were brought together, would recreate the original whole. Second, in the course of time or under pressure of circumstances, the second part and the second person and the relationship between them were forgotten.[8]

As a result the persons associated with the original splitting of the object recognized their piece as all there was or took it as a reminder that something was not there: that their own remaining piece represented another part that was no longer visible or understood. The absence was a sign that there had once been something else, that the relationship between what could be seen and what was lost had some value, and that what was lost was also precious. Third, it eventually became clear that what was lost or forgotten or had become invisible was repressed; and therefore the real meaning of the symbol could be found in imagining what the original whole thing had been. Unlike the visible, tangible and memorable symbol in hand, the thing represented was more valuable and more meaningful because it included a mysterious otherness about it. The lost, forgotten, invisible thing and its meaning—and the cause for the repression (Freud’s term is Nachdrängen, after-pressure)—were as though buried in a grave, tomb or crypt.  Indeed, the missing thing and the reason for repression was the crypt, the hole in the whole. Everything else anyone could remember, know or imagine had meaning only because of the unspeakable, unimaginable and inconceivable crypt, that is, the container and what it contained and the reason for its encryption.

Here we need to introduce another word: fors. In French, from the Latin foris, the word fors

is an archaic preposition meaning “except for, barring, save.” In adition fors is the plural of the word for, which, in the French expression le for intérieur, designates he inner heart, ‘the tribunal of conscience,’ subjective interiority. The word fors thus “means” both interiority and exteriority, a spatial problematic  that will be developed at great length…in connection with the “crypt”… [emphasis in original].[9]

For this reason, fors is something inside, just as hors is something outside. A fors, then, is something inside of a hors, an outside, and yet it also is a no-place, a non-lieu: like a trompe l’oeil, an optical illusion.  It looks like a place that contains something, but it is beyond certainty of knowing. As you soon as you think you recognize or remember what it is, it flutters away. It is like an hallucination, a delusion or a dream or will-o’-the-wisp, a fata morgana. Yet is the crypt, empty of meaning and unreadable, the thing that makes everything else meaningful but a space that creates metaphors, ideas, images and thoughts. It the burial place for the memories that were spawned by trauma before there were feelings, images, words and thoughts—sensations of the inexplicable and unspeakable. The original trauma is repeated in subsequent shocks, catastrophes and unbearable feelings, and the secret is repressed, released only in fluttering and blurry metaphors and incomprehensible phantom words, concepts and thoughts.

Woyjich Michera outlines the epistemological crisis, a crisis in our understanding of what and how we know anything:

The crypt is not a metaphor of ordinary unconsciousness (the interior of external consciousness) but “false” or “artificial unconsciousness, which not only conceals something but also hides the fact of concealment, i.e., creates a linguistic opposition to the efforts of the analyst.[10]

It should be evident now that this complicated discussion of crypt helps us to understand why it is so hard to reveal who and what Josef Mengele was and what he symbolizes. Between a man and his skull there are secrets, and one of them is how someone who in appearance and in his professional records looks like a normal human being and an educated scientist split off his real being from the horrible things he did. Examining his brain, had this been possible, with various MRI and CT scans would not reveal anything about the emotions and thoughts within, would not explain the rationale for becoming an active Nazi and performing unethical and cruel experiments.

The ordinary documents and witness statements about his early life and mature career as a Nazi SS medical doctor at Auschwitz show us what he did, but not why and certainly not how he eluded punishment and thus continued to inflict pain, humiliation and suffering on the lives of his victims who survived the Holocaust. He escaped from Europe to hide in various places in South America, often in clear view of other people who might have, who ought to have had him arrested and put on trial. He then was said to have drowned in a boating accident and been buried, but even the tracking down of the details of the accident and the finding of the burial place took a long arduous search. When the grace site was opened, the coffin was broken, the skeleton was fractured, especially in the skull. It took over a decade to identify the corpse, with various investigative teams from several countries working together and sometimes against one another. Many family members, old Nazi colleagues, business associates and doctors and dentists were interviewed and re-interviewed, spied on and had their homes searched. Why? After nearly a half century, was the ghost of Josef Mengele finally put to rest? What was the secret being repressed and misunderstood. Again let me cite the Polish thinker Wojciech Michera:

It is thus necessary to treat with a great dose of suspicion the truthfulness of ghosts, including those haunting us in stories that come not only to make it possible for the living to learn about the secret concealed in the grave but, on the contrary, by proposing false secrets to preserve it only as the unutterable.[11]

It was no secret that Mengele performed horrible medical experiments on twins and other victims of the Holocaust in Auschwitz nor that he did his utmost to avoid capture and trial, nor that many people for a variety of personal and ideological reasons aided him in these efforts and later to obfuscate the discovery and identifying of the skeleton in the coffin found in Brazil. It also was no secret that by delaying his capture and identifying the skeleton remains as Mengele’s these  helpers caused continuing pain and suffering[12] on the survivors and their families, as well as on the whole of the Jewish people in Israel and throughout the Diaspora.[13] Not to see him brought to face his accusers, to be in the power of a Jewish court of law, was a great disappointment.

To learn, eventually through memories of his son and letters written to the Rolf, that he never regretted his crimes, or even saw them as anything but as part of the paranoid ambitions of Hitler and the Nazi State to rule over a racially purified Aryan world, gives no comfort, leaves a bad taste in the mouth, and provides no surety that the same thing will not happen again. Nothing, in other words, can have any lasting meaning, and no one can ever know for sure that justice can be served in acts of such terrible enormity. There is no possible end to grieving.

What was revealed in the crypt in a lonely field in Brazil was a mangled corpse, the membra disjecta of a body that once may have been—and probably was—Josef Mengele. If the corpse were that of his father or some other person doctored up by the cunning of an evil anatomist and anthropologist, then the whereabouts of a living Mengele remain unknown, a constant and repeated injury. If the body is really that of the evil doctor, then he has outfoxed his opponents and died without ever having to face the consequences. He never lets anyone see him in the position he put his thousands and thousands murdered victims.

Unlike the Nazi’s crazy racial theories, bits and pieces of flesh, blood and bone, no matter how carefully measured, accurately analysed and meticulously compared, tells us absolutely nothing about human beings, their characters, their personalities, their morality or their intellectual beliefs. Mengele’s identified corpse proves his pseudo-science of racial hygiene to be wrong, but also allows him to have the last unspoken words and the secret of his character:

“Lies, lies, lies.”[14]


 

Part Three

Voices from Beyond the Crypt

 

The Kaiser Wilhelm Institute for Anthropology, Human Genetics and Eugenics in Berlin-Dahlem was the centre of scientific racism in Nazi Germany. Its bad history culminated in a research project to analyse the molecular basis of `racial differences in the susceptibility to various diseases such as tuberculosis. Josef Mengele, a former postdoc of the director of the institute, Otmar von Verschuer, collected blood samples and other material in Auschwitz from families of twins of Jews and Gypsies. The blood samples were analysed by Gűnther Hillmann in the Berlin laboratory of Nobel Prize winner Adolf Butenandt. Butenandt had just moved to Tűbingen.

     The project was paid for by the Deutsche Forschungsgemeinschaft. Butenandt, Hillmann and von Vershuer made scientific careers in the Federal Republic. To the present day [1999] this past has not been acknowledged by the Max-Planck-Gesellschaft as part of its history. .[15]

 

Has Josef Mengele, “The Angel of Death”, been unmasked, as David G. Marwell proclaims in the title of his book? From the very beginning of study, it is known who Mengele was and is, and the only mystery is to prove, once ans for all, that the skeletal remains of a body found in Brazil, are those of the evil doctor.  Despite the obfuscations and the resistance of the many people who helped him run away to South America and hide there until he was dead, the truth eventually came out. Many accident, mistakes and lapses in attention kept the search for a convincing forensic report to prove that the corpse is that of Mengele. Then, more intriguingly, the last few pages reveal that Mengele died without regrets, still convinced of his own heroic role in the Third Reich and the validity of his own theories of racial and physical heredity. While the survivors groups made up of his former experimental subjects and their families continue to be disappointed that this monster died without having to admit his guilt or suffer any judicial punishment for his crimes, do they have the cold comfort of knowing he is finally dead? Can historians and the reading public, shut the book and say: “Case closed”?  Not if you read the following account of the scientists that Mengele worked with.

 

Mass murder and truth are incompatible; they do not go hand in hand. The excitement of performing mass murder for science led von Schuerand Mengele to overlook the fact that Abderhalden’s defence enzymes did not exist, i.e., that they were a fraud. The experiments of Mengele and Hillmann in the laboratories of von Verschuer and of Butenandt were thus pseudoscience. And what an effort it must have been later for thee scientists to stop all investigation into these experiments. Truth had truly disappeared.[16]  (emphasis in original).

Nazis are liars and their lies continue to undermine truth and justice in the world. If those lies stand, then there is no room for anything else. So we turn back to a few theoretical remarks to see if they help us expose the secret in the crypt of Mengele’s life and death.[17]

Allan Lloyd Smith begins his revision of Sigmund Freud’s concept of the uncanny (unheimlich) by going back to Schelling’s definition of this term: the uncanny is “the name for everything that ought to have remained…secret and hidden but has come to light.”[18] What is revealed is the secret that therefore is familiar and strange at the same time, in the way in which the body, bones and DNA of Josef Mengele is identified with the man, but strangely tells us nothing about him. He looked and eve n in fragments still appears to be a human being, but what he did was monstrous and the lack of guilt or even understanding of his crimes makes him inhuman.  To call him an evil monster and inhuman, to a normal way of speaking, seems hyperbole, a rhetorical exaggeration for shock value. We know what he did and we even know what kind of a person he was—a Nazi without empathy for his fellow humans, a liar without acknowledging the falsity of his statements or beliefs; but we don’t know how or why such a person could be born into a civilized country in Europe. At the centre of personality and character there is an emptiness,[19] a place where normal feelings and thoughts ought to be. It is possible to say that conditions in Germany in the last quarter of the nineteenth century and the first thirty years of the twentieth made it possible for someone like Mengele to live, that extremely harsh toilet-training prevented his psyche from developing empathetic feelings, that disruptions of the economic and political structures in Europe gave his personality a sense of the need to dominate and crush opposition, that the ideal of objective and positivistic measurements would explain racial differences, and so on and so forth: but then, not every single person born into such cohorts, even those exacerbated by the shock of defeat in World War One, the humiliations of the Treaty of Versailles, the weakness of the Weimar Republic, the stresses of a world-wide Depression—not every European or German became a Nazi, and not every Nazi reached the depths of depravity found in Mengele. In other words, there is no direct or causal relationship between external circumstances in infancy, childhood, adolescence and young adulthood and the formation of character. Following Abraham and Torok, as summarized by Esther Rashkin,[20] Smith says:

It is not axiomatic that childhood development proceeds in either predetermined ways, nor that any particular events is traumatic for all individuals. Instead, they stress that the process of individuation is “potentially nonlinear, and that in certain cases it is constituted by specific influences outside the individual’s immediate or lived experience.”[21]

The foetus is born into a world where there is a culture, historical institutions, and other socio-political pressures on itself and its immediate care-givers. These siblings, parents, relatives, neighbours and community leaders do not know everything that they have themselves absorbed from their environments, and the child absorbs not just what it sees and hears, any more than it understands what it learns about the world through informal and formal education, “a cultural inheritance incorporating certain secrets, absences, or silences.”[22] Each one of us, from before we have language, recognize images or know how to imitate gestures and movements are a mystery wrapped in an enigma and encased in a crypt of silences, invisibilities and emotional confusion. The secrets are passed from parent to child, from other family members and friends, neighbours and figures of authority without conscious intention or even realization. Unresolved problems of past generations form the matrix for the mind to absorb and play with sensations and patterns of perception.

Yet none of this is predetermined, and not everyone in a cohort, family or community is exactly like another.  Even with so many silences and absences in one’s awareness of what the world is constituted and society works, individuals have a responsibility to behave like human beings. On what grounds? If Mengele was not responsible for his actions, then what justification is there for wanting to capture him, put him on trial, and eventually punish him? He believed what he was doing was laudatory, would make Germany a great power, and would save the Aryan race from contamination and degeneracy. The laws and institutions of the National Socialist State supported him. The universities and research institutes praised his so-called scientific experiments. What was hidden from consciousness was that all of this Nazi military power and racial ideology was a sham: the Thousand Year Reich was gone in a few years, maintained only by theft of Jewish wealth and property and murder of the Jewish people. Hitler and his gang were buffoons and their aspirations humbug. The emperor had no new clothes; he wasn’t even an emperor, as Charlie Chaplin (“The Dictator”) showed in his dance of Adenoid Hynkil, and The Three Stooges (“You Nazty Spy”) who mocked Nazi cultural pretentiousness as clumsy house decorators and Jack Benny (“To Be Or Not To Be”) who spoofed the people who swallowed the obscene lies. How can such obvious lies be believed? Is it canny or uncanny?[23]

So what is buried inside the crypt, what is silent inside the enigma of his mysterious character, and what is the terrible secret that is passed on from one generation to the next to keep his role in intellectual history hidden from discussion? Once more I cite Benno-Műller-Hill

Mengele died peacefully in exile in South America. According to Posner and Ware the Mossad lost all interest in catching him by the end of 1962. Two years after Butenandt became president of the Max-Planck-Gesellschaft. A public trial of Mengele in the sixties would have ended in disaster for the science of genetics and biochemistry as practised in Germany.[24]

 

But there is no end to the way the Nazis and Neo-Nazis continue to lie, twist the truth around, hide inside the little cysts that encase the secret memories of the Holocaust.

A Greek newspaper likened the Greek Jewish chief executive of pharmaceutical giant Pfizer to Nazi war criminal Dr Josef Mengele on its front page earlier this week. In an accompanying article, Makeleio claimed to readers that Albert Bourla – a Jew originating from Thessaloniki – would “stick the needle” into them, describing Pzifer’s coronavirus vaccine as “poison”.[25]

 

 



[1] Constance Holden, “Mengele’s DNA” Science (14 February 1992) 801.

[2] A novel based on Rolf Mengele’s visit to his father in Brazil was published in 1987 by Peter Schneider as Vati (Daddy), which in turn was made into a film entitled Rua Alguem 5555: My Father directed by Egidio Eronico.

[3] This does not mean Mengele was the only doctor who cooperated with the Nazis or even helped them in their plans for a racially purified Europe. See Michael H. Kater, “Criminal Physicians in the Third Reich: Towards A Group Portrait” in Francis R. Nicosia and Jonathan Huener, eds, Medicine and Medical Ethics in Nazi Germany: Origins, Pracitices, Legacies. Vermont Studies on Nazi Germany and the Holocaust (Bergham Books, 2008)     pp. 77-92.

[4] Wojciech Micheram, “Image, Crypt, Interpretation” Kontexsty (2014) a special number containing this one essay.

[5] Műller-Hill, “The Blood from Auschwitz and the Silence of the Scholars” 360. According to official histories of the research activities of these institutes during the Hitler regime, “The numerous articles of von Schuer and other supporting the anti-Semitic measures of the Nazis are not mentioned. The words Jewish or Jew are never used. Anti-Semitism is not used either. All the unmentioned is summarized in the word ‘Verstrickung’ (entanglement, mess)….The Mengele-von-Schuer story is told in one sentence: ‘The last director of the Institute (for Anthropology), Otmar Freiherr von Schuer, who via his former post-doc Josef Mengele was entangled (verstrickt) in the human experiments in Auschwitz, received in 1951 the first full professorship for Human Genetics in Műnster.” Verstrickung is passive. You do not do anything. The others entangle you.” Von Schuer, Mengele and all the others did nothing wrong; they were tangled up in the mess, but now they are tied into a knot, buried in a crypt of their own  making, and even when we try to look inside the tomb all we see are “lies, lies, lies.” Freud once tried to explain the workings of the memory to be like a child’s toy, the Magic Writing Pad, where, when you are finished writing or drawing, you lift up the transparent film, and the page seems clear again, although deep impressions are made, so that everything subsequently remembered or coming to mind against the grain of censorship is a palimpsest. But here we see that the memories of the Nazi pseudo-scientists is never clear, its transparency is an illusion, and when you try to lift up the cover-sheet you find it is like fly-paper: it curls up and your fingers are all trapped in the poisonous glue. The more lies that are told about Mengele, the less we know; while each denial and cover-up implicates a whole society in the verstrckte history of the Holocaust.

[6] What is obfuscation and why can’t we see into the crypt? Műller-Hill, “The Blood from Auschwitz and the Silence of the Scholars” reports that when Detleff Bormann, secretary general of the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute, the reply was, “The role which Dr. Mengele played during the time when Professor v. Verschuer was the head of the institute is not clear at all” (359)

[7] Researchers who have analysed the letters, speeches and public remarks of Mengele’s associated have found is that they all repeat the same litany of lies: “[T]hey did not know anything. They were good Christians. How could something end so badly, that had started so well?” Műller-Hill, “The Blood from Auschwitz and the Silence of the Scholars” 358.

[8]Of the experiments carried on by Mengele and the Nazi institutions that praised and supported him, “It was all forgotten”: Műller-Hill, “The Blood from Auschwitz and the Silence of the Scholars” 358.

[9] Lane, “The Testament of the Other” 11, n. 13. The citation is from Johnson in Derrida, “Fors” xi-xii, n.

[10] Michin, “Image, Crypt, Interpretation,” 200.

 

[11] Michin, “Image, Crypt, Interpretation,” 201.

[12] Christopher Lane, “The Testament of the Other: Abraham and Torok’s Failed Expiation of Ghosts” Diacritics 27:4 (1997) 3-29.  One of the key differences between Freud and his recent followers’ view of repression, memory and symptoms of mental anguish is the stress he puts on suffering and the impossibility of symbolizing such trauma by images, words or bodily symptoms; they remain dark secrets, always causing [pain but never recognized consciously as such.

[13] Lane, “The Testament of the Other” 8. The secret encrypted deep in the unconscious can be transferred between generations and remains always a “family” (that is, a shared, collective)secret.

[14] Műller-Hill, “Or as Műller-Hill has it: “illusion…fraud…fake” (“The Blood from Auschwitz” 349).  In his efforts to collect evidence for the essay on the complicity and full participation of Mengele’s teacher (Verschuer) and colleagues (Hillmann, Kranz et al), he found himself being stonewalled, told documents had been lost in the war, simply disappeared, never existed, or was none of his business. And when his article was first published in German, there were no reviews in the professional journals, and he found himself ignored and blackballed. Yet he had found sufficient letters, journals, and files, as well as newspaper reports and printed statements in the public papers of the 1930s and 1940s to show that what was denied had actually happened, that racist drivel had been praised as Nazi science, and that heads of institutes fired their Jewish colleagues without a demur The various research institutions, under new names sometimes, continue to hire, employ and promote Nazi criminals, and to protect one another without a shred of shame. The Blood from Auschwitz” 351.  Or less succinctly: “illusion…fraud…fake” (“The Blood from Auschwitz” 349).  As these men die off, with only one having the decency to commit suicide, while the rest,  like Mengele, they take their guilty secrets to the grave.

[15] Benno Műller-Hill, “The Blood from Auschwitz and the Silence of the Scholars” Hist. Phil. Life Sci. 21 (1999) 331-365. This is the Abstract to the article to be cited below.

[16] Műller-Hill, “The Blood from Auschwitz and the Silence of the Scholars” 349.

[17] Allan Lloyd Smith, “The Phantoms of Drood and Rebecca: The Uncanny Reencountered through Abraham and Torok’s ‘Cryptonymy’” Poetics Today 13:2 (1992) 285-308.

[18] Smith, “The Phantoms of Drood and Rebecca” 286.

[19] Smith, “The Phantoms of Drood and Rebecca” 290.

[20] Esther Rashkin, “Tools for a New Psychoanalytic Literary Criticism” Diacritics 18:4 (1986) 31-52.

[21] Smith, “The Phantoms of Drood and Rebecca” 290-291.

[22]  Smith, “The Phantoms of Drood and Rebecca” 291.

[23] Someone (let’s call him Siggy since that was his name) I once knew in the 1950s worked for an advertising agency. His job was to make up slogans and jingles. One day he suggested selling sardines in plastic airtight sacks and calling them “uncanny.” He waited for the laughter. “But then,” his boss said, “you could see them.”

 

[24] Műller-Hill, “The Blood from Auschwitz and the Silence of the Scholars” 356.

[25] Aleks Philips, “Greek Newspaper Likens Pfizer’s Jewish Chief to Josef Mengele: Comparison with Nazi War Criminal was used to Promote a Conspiracy Theory about Corona Vaccine” The Diary (13 November 2020) online at https://www.thejc.com/news/world/greek-newspaper-likens-pfizer-s-jewish-chief-to-josef-mengele-1.508678.