Buchenwald
Ralph Wolpaw, M.D.
Major, Medical Corps, 120th Evacuation Hospital, United States Army
1945
We arrived in the Buchenwald area on Sunday 15 April late in the
evening. Our bivouac area was about one mile from the concentration
camp on a dirt road leading to the camp. We immediately noted a number
of ex-prisoners wandering through the section in which we were camped,
many of markedly emaciated and showing evidences of ill treatment over a
long period of time. The camp had been liberated the previous day in
the morning. The following day, we visited the camp to survey the work
which had to be done. We were accompanied or rather, we were there at
the same time as 1000 citizens from the nearby city of Weimar. These
people were being taken on a personally conducted tour of the camp at
the express invitation of General Patton. They were thoroughly
frightened and reacted by weeping, moaning, and protesting innocence and
lack of knowledge of everything that had transpired at the camp. The
prisoners did not bear out these protestations, it appeared that the
good citizens of Weimar had been quite delighted to heap abuse, both
material and verbal on the prisoners as they arrived in crowded box cars
just prior to entering the camp.
The sights that met our eyes and the stories were heard, borne out by
graphic evidence on every side, made us sick and ashamed to be members
of the so called enlightened human race which could perpetrate such
atrocities. There were 25,000 persons living in the utmost filth and
squalor in the camp. The German "supermen", with wanton brutality, had
chosen the easiest and most efficient method of creating the greatest
misery in the camp after their departure. They had blown up the water
main so that there was no water at all in the camp except the amounts
that could be brought in by truck and so forth. The devilish cruelty of
this action can be more readily understood when one realizes that a
large number of the inmates were seriously sick, many at the point of
death, and the lack of water if only for sanitary facilities was
equivalent to a death sentence. The stench of the place is [sic]
indescribable, it combined every foul odor ever known and then added
some. In some areas, men were packed into barn-like barracks on wooden
shelves, so close together that they could not turn over or even move
because of the bodies on either side and in some cases, they had so
little space that it was necessary for them to lie on their sides. Most
of these individuals were so thin it was almost difficult to conceive of
them as having once been healthy, robust, perhaps even happy human
beings. Some of them were weeping and crying for joy, other were too
weak to do that but just looked their happiness while many were only
able to stare vacantly, liberation had arrived too late for them. There
were many dead mixed with the living, sometimes it was difficult to
differentiate the quick from the cold. Everywhere on the ground in the
compound and around it, there were dead people lying around, some
pitifully clothed, evidently dying in the last struggle to get a breath
of free air, others stark naked, lying in all varieties of grotesque
positions and even in death, not achieving the certain dignity that
should have been theirs. Outside many of the charnel houses which were
called barracks, in little alcoves surrounded by low walls, there were
piles of bodies, so wasted that they gave the impression of being groups
of arms, legs, and heads without bodies. These were the dead of the
previous day, waiting to be carted away on the death wagon to the
crematorium.
The crematorium was the acme of horror, to such an extent that many men
actually became sick on seeing it. It was a building off to one of side
of the great open compound before the barracks and on entering, there
were steps leading down. A large number of bodies were piled outside,
waiting for final disposition. Inside, there was a hall like room with
hooks along the wall, we were told that at times, men were hung from
these hooks while the S.S. guards practiced little refinements of
torture on them. The furnace was a large one and there was an opening
into it just large enough to admit one body at a time. In one place,
there was a pile of ashes including some partially burned and charred
bones. There were even some partially burned bodies. Hanging about on
the walls were wicked whips and bludgeons, some still caked with blood,
these had been used to hasten the demise of stubborn prisoners who
persisted in clinging to life in a way which was obnoxious to the
kind-hearted guards. In some cases, to be sure, the guards had not been
quite efficient so that prisoners who were still at least partially
alive were fed into the flames but these minor details did not interfere
seriously with the progress of the murder factory. The crowning glory
of the place was the sign over the entrance which said something on the
order of "You who enter here are lucky because you will leave through
the chimney."
Elsewhere in the great compound, there were two whipping stocks in
which a man was placed bent over in an extremely uncomfortable position
after which the skin was neatly stripped from his back of his buttocks
of his thighs [sic] by means of whips well designed for this purpose.
Sometimes, the men were left in these stocks for long periods after the
whipping and some even died there.
At the entrance to the camp, there were a group of cells in which
prisoners were interrogated, in most cases not verbally but by means of
persuasion involving the mashing of some fingers or the stripping of
portions of skin or even the loss of certain parts of the anatomy.
These cells were well constructed and soundproof so that the prisoner
being interrogated would not be disturbed by the others and of course,
that he would not disturb them. Usually, also, at the time of entrance
into the camp, the prisoners were taken before the wife of the
commandant for purely cultural and artistic purposes. She was an art
lover and was particularly fond of good tattooing. Each prisoner was
stripped to the waist and was carefully examined by the lady in
question. If he had any skin tattooing which appealed to her, she
obtained the drawing for her collection. The skin was removed from the
prisoner, tanned, and then mounted on a plaque or made into a lamp shade
for her use. Whether the prisoners so honored were alive or dead at the
time of removal could not be determined but it is known that most of
them were never seen again.
There was a beautiful scientific laboratory at Buchenwald. It had fine
appointments and facilities for the most painstaking and minute work in
bacteriology. Research work was done there, research on typhus fever,
ranging from the symptoms of the disease, the period of incubation, to
the pathological changes produced in a human being. Four footed guinea
pigs were not used for this purpose, what was the need when there were
so many perfectly good two footed ones available? Many men died to no
end for the cold blooded amusement of several power mad so called
scientists. The man in charge of the experimentation admitted later on
that it was purely for his own gratification that it was carried on
rather than for any far reaching or helpful results that might have been
obtained. But the prisoners had a little revenge. All the typhus
vaccine for the German army was made in this laboratory and the work was
done by skilled prisoners, leaders in the particular field. The
supervision of this particular activity was placed in the hands of a
group of S.S. doctors, diploma-mill specialists who had a complete lack
of knowledge of the procedures involved and the product produced. The
prisoners were able to sabotage every bit of the vaccine, not only
making it useless for the original purpose but even adding disease
producing organisms to it so that it created rather than prevented
disease. The S.S. doctors, unwilling to admit their ignorance (they had
to save face just like their Japanese allies) approved the vaccine and
it was sent to the army for use. The regular German army doctors knew
it was not good but could not protest against it because they would then
be questioning the S.S. which was something that was just not done! The
fact that the incidence of typhus fever in the German army was not
greater was because they took other precautions against lice and
prevented the disease in that way.
Buchenwald had a quota, a death quota. Eighty people had to die daily
in order to meet this quota. The exact reasons for this are obscure but
the guards accepted the cross they had to bear without complaining and
saw to it that they never went under the quota. If 80 people did not
die of normal causes (starvation, maltreatment, or disease) they could
be disposed of by other means and at the same time, the S.S. troops,
many of them receiving their initial training there, could be properly
indoctrinated in brutality and savagery. Of course, toward the end, the
death rate from disease far surpassed the quota but no one was ever
censured for this. Among the methods of increasing the death rate was
the practice of beating a man to death for the failure to perform some
slight task in the barracks such as dusting a high ledge. The S.S.
guards did not mind the dust, the filth, or anything else, they searched
for reasons to liquidate the prisoners for their own amusement.
The S.S. men were sadistic children in mental age with the physiques of
adults. They had to be amused constantly, had to be played up to or
they made life more of a living hell for the prisoners that it already
was. The prisoners would take turns keeping the guards amused or
occupied so that the remainder of a group could be undisturbed for a
period. However, when the prisoners were brought in initially and run
through the processing which included a delousing shower using very
coarse soap and extremely hot water, they could not take time for this
and they were painfully aware of the presence of the S.S. men who jabbed
them, mashed their toes, forced them to submerge in strong cresol
solution, or used other little tricks of a playful nature to make them
miserable.
Prisoners were occasionally sent out in large numbers on work details,
some of these included working on the tunnels used to house the large
underground factories. The men were worked hard and long hours with
little rest, improper housing, and very inadequate food so that most of
them gradually wasted away and finally fell by the wayside. They were
literally worked to death. The food was not only poor there, it was
very inadequate in the camp proper. The amount of food necessary to
keep an adult man alive at absolute rest is well known, it varies from
1200 to 1500 calories per day. Yet these prisoners were given 400 to
800 calories a day and made to work hard on that. It was planned,
scientific, starvation, in most cases, brazenly admitted by the men in
charge. The reason - pure madness because a healthy strong prisoner
obviously will work better and last longer than the opposite.
One last thing, perhaps the most degrading of all. Large numbers of
the prisoners were emasculated, coldbloodedly, ruthlessly, and with
malice aforethought. Many times it was done brutally also, the ultimate
in savagery.
Buchenwald was a hell hole. After our initial reaction we went to work
and bringing to bear all the equipment we could get, using everything in
our power to help the prisoner doctors who had been working so
valiantly, including blood, plasma, glucose and saline solution, drugs,
and good nursing care by our ward men, managed to cut down the terrific
death rate which prevailed when we arrived. The prisoners were all
deloused with DDT powder, transferred to other quarters where they had
blankets, cots, sanitary facilities, and were given increasing amounts
of food as it became available. The degeneration of years could not be
undone in a few days but an effort was made and the improvement in the
short time we were there was very gratifying to all of us who worked
there and helped a little.
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