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May 24, 2016

two sisters in the gas chamber waiting to die…

Filed under: Germany, Holocaust — Tags: , — furtherglory @ 7:44 am
Nail marks on gas chamber wall made by women trying to claw their way out

Nail marks on Auschwitz gas chamber wall made by Jews trying to claw their way out

I love gas chamber stories, especially stories about Jewish girls who were saved when they were unexpectedly pulled out of a gas chamber by a German soldier.

The most famous story of a Jewish girl being pulled out of a gas chamber is the story of Irene Zisblatt, who was pulled out of a gas chamber by a Jewish Sonderkommando.

I wrote about Irene on this blog post:

My 2005 photo of the gas chamber in the main Auschwitz camp

My 2005 photo of gas chamber in Auschwitz camp

As far as I know, there were no Jewish men who were pulled out of a gas chamber, but I could be wrong.  My memory is not what it used to be.

Why would a German soldier go into a gas chamber and pull out a Jewish girl who was on the verge of death?  To rape her, of course.  German men are not noted for being rapists. Rape was punishable with a death sentence in Nazi Germany, but maybe rape of a Jewish woman was allowed by the Nazis.

I am commenting today on a news article which you can read in full at

The following quote is from the news article, cited above:

In [the novel] Dear Fang, Lucas’ grandmother Sylvia barely survived life in a concentration camp during WWII. She and her sister were in the gas chamber waiting to die, and an officer pulled Sylvia out, raped her and then set her free. Her sister was not so lucky. And every year Sylvia celebrated her “rape birthday” with a birthday cake. Lucas would always remember “the blue flowers of lard frosting she would lick off the knife.” What did this rape birthday mean to you? What did you want to get across in writing about it?

Well, on the one hand, I stole it. The bones of it were a story told to me by a dear friend and mentor who had a family member who had experienced that. So there was a kind of radiant authenticity to me, right away—this eccentricity of the cake, of the combination of freedom and sexual violence.

But I suppose it was also because my mother was sexually abused as a child and one of my very close friends was violently raped. I watched them struggle over years, decades, with it, and what I saw in their journeys seemed so far from how sexual violence and rape were generally talked about. The world saw rape as scandalous, almost licentious, but to me it seemed very threadbare and common.

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What else is new? The Jews will continue lying until there are no more Jews in this world.