I AM JUDEN:
UNDERCOVER
IN THE SS
By Stephen Uzzell
Hello and thank-you for supporting authors – we really couldn’t do
it without you. My name’s Stephen Uzzell and I’m an English high school teacher
in the UK with a passion for language and history, with a special interest in
the Holocaust.
In the annals of World War Two heroism, the name Haim Michael Klar
deserves to be as widely known as Oskar Schindler. Although Haim may not have
saved lives on Schindler’s scale (the truth is we cannot know; the facts are
few and far between), his individual sacrifice was almost beyond comprehension.
During the final years of the war, Haim impersonated an SS officer at Auschwitz
and helped ease the suffering of prisoners, who regarded him as their ‘Guardian
Angel’. When we consider that Haim was also Jewish, his courage in walking that
most precarious of tightropes is astonishing.
I first chanced upon fragments of Haim’s biography several years
ago, in a series of Holocaust testimonials to the Association of Descendants of
The Shoah, based in Illinois, USA. To my knowledge, it is the sole record of
his endeavours.
Haim’s extraordinary double-life was like nothing I had encountered
in years of Holocaust research. I had become accustomed to stories such as
Oskar Schindler, ‘the good German’, but stories of Jewish resistance are very
few and far between. Nechama Tec has written about the Bielski Partisans in Defiance, and Leon Uris documented the
Warsaw Ghetto Uprising in Mila 18,
but there are precious few others. Nobody has written about a Jewish hero who
survived the Holocaust as a double agent.
My original intention was to expand upon the brief details of
Haim’s life, with a view to writing his biography. Unfortunately, my attempts
at contacting the Illinois organisation proved fruitless. Out of respect, I
decided not to pursue the matter any further. But the story had its hooks in
me, and would not let go.
I felt I had no choice but to write an account, lightly
fictionalised in nature since there were so many gaps in his life story. And so
the novel I Am Juden was born. All I
knew was that my protagonist, Jozef Siegler, arrived at Auschwitz late in the
war as a Nazi. I started there, at the end, and worked back in time, imagining
how a resourceful Jew had ended up in an SS uniform. I don’t know for sure if
the real Haim ever met Untersturmführer
Amon Göth or Gusta Dawidson Draenger, leader of
the Krakow Ghetto resistance, but since he was active at the same time and at
the same place, it would seem a reasonable assumption.
Amon Göth. |
Gusta Dawidson Draenger. |
Published in January 2019, I
Am Juden has been an Amazon Bestseller for six months and is available as
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After completing I Am Juden, I
realised the story was still not complete. Like Haim Michael Klar, Jozef
Siegler had one daughter (who tragically died young), and they emigrated to New
York. It is their lives I explore further in the recently published Ballad of Liberty Siegler, set during
the Adolf Eichmann trial of 1961.
I am currently working on a third historical novel, set during the
Captain Swing riots of 1830 England, the last peasant uprising.
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Excerpt
An
insecticide manufactured by I.G. Farben and known commercially as Zyklon B was
first used to kill 600 Soviet prisoners of war in a makeshift gas chamber in
the Auschwitz cellars on September 3rd, 1941. In Poland that
summer, five killing centres stood equipped for the most efficient mass murder
the world had ever known: Chelmno, Belzec, Sobibor, Treblinka and
Auschwitz-Birkenau. Ten months
after the first gassing, Reichsführer Himmler spent the
weekend in the Silesian countryside, inspecting the camp’s ongoing expansion and
construction of four large chambers and crematoria. The piece de resistance was
Himmler’s observation of a successful Sonderaktion from beginning to end. Two
convoys of Jews arrived from Holland, were detrained, then gassed in bunker 2, and their bodies removed to be
buried in mass graves. The whole process ran without hitch. The very next day, Reichsführer Himmler ordered all
Ghettos in the Generalgouvernement to be eliminated by December 31st
1942. Jozefinska received the memo on Sunday July 19th.
The Eagle Pharmacy had not yet opened its doors when I almost broke them
down half an hour later. Helena Krywaniuk let me in, her fingers shaking at the
latch. Perhaps she thought I’d come to arrest her. Pankiewicz stood ramrod
straight at his counter, adjusting weights on his scales and refusing to look
up until he’d found the balance.
‘I need to see you,’ I said. ‘In private.’
‘What’s the matter?’ he said when we were inside his office. ‘You look
awful.’
I told him everything I’d learned about the gas chambers, and steeled
myself for his inevitable disbelief.
He cast those deep eyes to the floor and fiddled with his bow-tie.
‘We know.’
‘What do you mean, you know?’
It turns out somebody had escaped after all. A dentist called Jiri
Bachner had been amongst the first deportees from Cracow last month. When his
transport reached Belzec, Bachner broke loose from the others and hid in a
latrine. He spent two days submerged up to his chin in the excrement pit and
broke out of the camp on the third night, stealing past the stack of corpses outside
the bunker. A fortnight later, trudging along the train tracks, he made his way
back to the Ghetto.
‘He came back?’ I said. ‘Why?’
‘The same reason you’re here.’
‘And that was, what, a whole month ago?’
‘The Judenrat didn’t want to start a panic, based on one person’s story.
Bachner’s hair had turned completely white and at times he was incoherent. He
looked like a madman.’
‘So they ignored him?’
‘Initially, yes. But Akiva sent a kashariyot to follow the trail of the
deportees. They made contact on the Aryan side with a Polish railroad worker
familiar with the transport routes. They went together and confirmed what
Bachner saw.’
‘So now what?’
‘The decision’s already been made to close the farm at Kopaliny. Gusta
and Shimson Dawidson will be leading a return to the Ghetto, to direct
operations from here. We have a friendly guard who will open up the gate for
them, a good Catholic man, a police sergeant from Vienna. Like you, he left his
regiment in the Ukraine to get posted here, to help. He brings food and takes
children out, for no bribe. We need you to meet the Dawidsons in Kazimierz and
escort them to Zgody Square. If anybody stops you, they are prisoners, under
your custody.’
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