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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!'Read Full Memory
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...Read Full Memory
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...Read Full Memory
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...Read Full Memory
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...Read Full Memory
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...Read Full Memory
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...Read Full Memory
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...Read Full Memory
995: Father's ShopHarry Bibring BEMIt was perfectly OK to try & obtain Jewish property by purchasing it at a peppercorn price...Read Full Memory
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