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November Pogrom / Kristallnacht

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Memories

937: Eichmann Asking For Chopped LiverFred BarschakOn Saturday: elderly Jews scrubbing the pavements & marvellous shouts of ‘At last, Hitler’s found work for the Jews!'
938: Some Kind Of DarknessEva Evans MBE I wanted to be a writer. But I never felt that I could write in English the way I could have done in German. So that was the end of that...
944: Cat Piddle In My BeerRudolph SaborIt strengthened my belief: this cannot be forever. A cultured people like the Germans, would wake up any day. Total delusion...
956: Getting To Grips With ItGerti BaruchOn Sundays in Vienna my father used to take me to Café Siller, along the Promenade. He used to read the paper...
984: The Attack On Our SchoolAlbert LesterI was playing with a little car in the common room when there was this huge commotion, children were running, screaming...
989: Buying Sauerkraut & SoapEva MendelssonWhen you're a child, when nasty things happen, you remember. It makes a tremendous impression, even if you don’t quite understand...
990: The ShockMarianne Summerfield BEMMy father was asked to report to Nazi headquarters. Stupidly, although my mother told him not to, he just walked into it...
991: My Ransacked SchoolRuth JacksonFor the Nazis, you didn’t have to do anything wrong, you just had to be Jewish. On the day before Kristallnacht, the Nazi Youth went round...
995: Father's ShopHarry Bibring BEMIt was perfectly OK to try & obtain Jewish property by purchasing it at a peppercorn price...
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