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keepyourgoodheart · 8 years ago

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BERLIN – I really hoped I wouldn’t have to write the following lines. I hoped to find evidence to prove me wrong. Like many of us, I believed that a “good ending” was possible. I could have overlooked what really happened. Others did it willingly to adjust the facts to their opinion or to a theory that is easy to sell to the masses. I, personally, refuse to be a part of this denial and disownment. Not all Nazi offspring are victims of history or of a Jewish refusal to forgive and forget, as could wrongly be understood from the film “Hitler’s Children”, which was broadcast on

Israel's

Channel 2 TV on the eve of Holocaust Day. The Grandfather

Germany: Neo-Nazis create stamp of Hitler's deputy

Associated PressNPD uses novelty service provided by post office to manufacture 55-cent stamp bearing image of Rudolph Höß despite oversight procedure enforced by Deutsche Post prior to authorization of printingA year and a half ago I contacted Rainer Höß, the grandson of Rudolf Höß - commandant of Auschwitz-Birkenau extermination camps. It happened after the grandson, who is my age, contacted Yad Vashem and

offered to sell

some of his grandfather´s personal belongings. Yad Vashem was appalled by this insensitive initiative. I contacted Rainer Höß and asked him to explain his motives. In that conversation he didn´t deny his intent to sell the items. He also said that the person who advised him to contact Yad Vashem was the son of another senior Nazi. After this story was published by Yedioth Ahronoth and gained a lot of attention in Israel and Germany, the "adviser” denied any connection to Rainer Höß. I believe the "adviser”. Today, after the grandson understood the damage caused to him by contacting Yad Vashem with his offer caused him, he dares to claim that the initiative to buy his grandfather´s inheritance came from Yad Vashem. Those are only two of many lies I heard from Rainer Höß since meeting him. Recently I decided to put an end to any contact between us, after I found out that Rainer Höß continues trying to trade with his family´s belongings dating back to the Holocaust. These details were unfortunately not included in “Hitler´s Children”, thus harming the film's credibility in my opinion. Rainer Höß´s character could have been presented in a more accurate way, with all of its problematic aspects. In interviews given recently, Rainer höß continues to claim that Yad Vashem contacted him first. This made me understand that his words about feelings guilty regarding his grandfather´s crimes are devoid of meaning. In front of the camera, he appears excited about meeting Israeli high school kids and a hug given to him by a survivor of his grandfather's death camps. In front of the camera, he says what is expected of him to say. But a person who cannot take responsibility for small sins he committed himself, cannot take responsibility for the much worse crime his grandfather committed. Even if Rainer Höß did undergo a certain emotional experience in Auschwitz, the fact that he continues to trade his family´s villainous past and tries to profit from it must not be ignored. 'A Jew named Kastner collaborated with Nazis'

Our first meeting was held shortly after the report on his sale offer to Yad Vashem. He told me then that he was forbidden to visit Auschwitz because of his last name. It sounded so absurd to me, that I immediately suggested that we travel to this death camp together. He agreed.

During the 24 hours we spent in Auschwitz I was amazed to see that his main interest was the villa, the home of the Höß family located 200 meters from the first gas chamber built in the camp. He brought along photographs showing the good life of his family in the shadow of hell and wanted to compare them with way the villa looks today. When I couldn´t understand this sick interest in his “family's possession”, Höß claimed he wanted to find out what his family really knew about what had happened on the other side of the villa's walls – in the murder camp. I wanted to believe it, although I still felt uncomfortable, even more so by the fact that he avoided showing any interest in photos I brought along of my family, most of which was murdered by the Nazis in Auschwitz and elsewhere. He also didn´t want to visit the nearby camp of Birkenau. He just wanted to see the villa and go back home, even without seeing the infamous rampe, without entering the prisoners' sheds, without seeing how people lived and died under his grandfather's commands. He agreed to enter Birkenau only after I pleaded with him. When we went to Auschwitz again to film “Hitler's Children”, I reminded him that his grandfather was returned to Auschwitz in 1944 to command the extermination of Hungarian Jews in the very last months of the war. In response, he mentioned "a Jew named Kastner, who collaborated with the Nazis”. He mentioned Kastner as if his attempts to save Hungarian Jews were equal to Rodulf Höß´s murder of almost half a million of those Hungarian Jews. It was as if he was trying to wave the exclusivity of his family´s ownership of this horrific place. I lashed out at him in anger, which I had kept inside me for a long time. This scene too was not included in the movie. Recently, we visited Israel together after he kept claiming he always wanted to meet with Holocaust survivors but encountered refusal or other difficulties. For me, the ideal place for such a meeting seemed to be Israel, as proof to the fact that there is a Jewish life after the Holocaust. He wanted to publicize this visit. I refused. And so, far from the cameras, we met survivors. Rainer Höß didn´t bother listening to their stories. When we visited Yad Vashem, he walked around showing no interest whatsoever. When we again met the high school kids, who showered him with love in Auschwitz, some of them told him they were tired of “constantly dealing with the Holocaust”. His response was, “I came here to see ordinary Israelis. I am fed up with the Holocaust as well." Of course, it's his right not to want to deal with the Holocaust. The thing is that throughout our acquaintanceship he showed great knowledge in everything that had to do with the Nazis. He wouldn't stop trying to gather new information about his grandfather and his family, and every time he received information that gave him some kind of moral "discount", he would use it as proof that his grandfather and family were not that bad. Seeking fortune and glory

In the past years I have met many offspring of Nazis, who dealt and deal seriously with the crime of their ancestors. Of all of them, Rainer Höß is the only one who claimed to have hired the services of a PR agent, who would help him make a profit out of his family's “legacy”. He is the only one who asks for money in return for access to his story.

For the sake of decency, I must say that he didn’t ask me or Yedioth Ahronoth to pay him money. This is one of the reasons I believed that eventually there could be a change in his attitude towards the Holocaust, the survivors and the sons and grandsons of Holocaust victims and survivors. It didn't happen. Maybe someday Rainer Höß will change his ways. Maybe, someday, he will tell the whole truth about his personal past. For example, he told me he used to be a senior member of a European neo-Nazi group and he maintains contacts with it until today. In public he doesn’t mention it. He also tries to hide the fact that he had troubles with the law. When he found out that I knew about it, he didn't deny this information. I have documents that show that he is in a very difficult financial situation. This is probably the reason he contacted Yad Vashem and others with obscene business offers. Maybe someday he will tell the whole truth about these issues.

Today I have no doubt that Rainer Höß is motivated by pure opportunism, which drives him to try to use his last name as a tool for seeking fortune and glory. Höß´s grandson is not responsible for the crimes and actions of his grandfather and the rest of his family. He is only responsible for his own. And they are unforgivable.

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keepyourgoodheart · 8 years ago

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Here is the link for the whole book in German Das Erbe des Kommandanten – once I have a release date for the English version, I will definitely post it.

Rainer has allowed me to post two excerpts from his book in English. Estimated time of publishing for the English-speaking market is early next year, 2014.

Incredibly moving and rich with history – I found myself lost in the words I share with you below.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did – Amanda.

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TITLE: The Heritage of the Commandant

Subtitle: On being part of a terrible family

The burden of an infamous surname (excerpt)

“My name, that’s for granted, is that of an outlaw all over the world. And poor you will get in unnecessary trouble over and over again with this name.

Especially the children will have a hard time in their further progress… so it’s the best if – together with myself – my name would vanish too.“

My grandfather Rudolf Höß on April 11th 1947 (a few days before his execution) in a letter to his wife Hedwig.

It was on my second visit to Auschwitz in October 2010 when a teenage-girl from a group of Israeli students asked me: “If you met your grandfather today – what would you do?“

“I would kill him“, I answered right away.

Some of the students applauded.

I enjoyed that and felt pretty cool – like a cowboy. But later that night, lying in my bed thinking, my hands got clammy. What a stupid, boasting answer!

What should that mean – kill him? Was I, like my grandfather, to decide about life and death?

As an offspring of a Nazi-criminal you have to be cautious with what you say. Whatever you prattle around could suddenly become a sort of significance you didn’t mean and attention you are not entitled to get.

But a fact is – especially in Europe – the name Höß is connected with Auschwitz. And the name of Auschwitz is connected with millions of murdered

Jewish men, women and children.

So, when you say “My name is Höß ” over there – people get curious. And their interest, I have to admit, is in a way flattering. All of a sudden you are not one in a crowd anymore, not a John Smith – Hallo and Goodbye. You are somebody, all the same if you are the descendant of a statesman or of a criminal.

It’s really strange with names – famous or infamous – it doesn’t make that much difference in the attention one gets.

I really do sympathize with the children and grandchildren of the holocaust victims when they look at us – the children and grandchildren of the nazi-committers – with distrust and aversion. They have all reason for it: quite often we are in the focus and they are forced to remind people of what their families suffered and went through before anyone listens to them.

But of course, there are some disadvantages too bearing the name of a nazi-killer. Some people judge you right away. Preferably anonymous in the internet. Other people might try to approach you for reasons you don’t ever want them to get closer for – like old or Neo-Nazis.

So, of course, I could have followed the advice of my grandfather and changed my name. For my grandmother Hedwig this was no choice.

She was proud to bear the name Höß, never ever would she give it up. Impossible for them.

Just thinking about how her friends would react to something like that, all those eminent ladies, whose husbands also had been fanatic servants of the so-called Third Reich. “No, no ” she used to say, “A Höß stays a Höß! There is nothing to be ashamed of“ – That was her point of view.

And myself? Should I do what my grandfather suggested? No. I did not want this Mass murderer to tell me what I have to do or not to do. So I kept the name.

Chapter 1

The end of a war-criminal / Animal-lover and child of nature

“Along with this letter I was allowed to send you my wedding ring. Full of melancholy I think of the times in the spring of our lives when we put on those rings. Who could ever have expected such an end of our togetherness?“

Rudolf Höß, commander of Auschwitz, in his Farewell-Letter to his wife Hedwig on April 11th 1947, five days before his execution

I still see this ring right in front of me. It used to be kept in grandmothers casket, along with a pile of letters and curls of hair from her children – and her jewellery.

A simple, narrow ring it was, the edges slightly rounded. Inside, in flourish handwriting: August 17th 1929, Hedwig and Rudolf. The engraving was a little shabby.

My grandfather wore this ring 17 years, seven month and 14 days.

He wore it in the year 1933, when he lifted his hand to take the oath of allegiance with the SS; he wore it, when the Reichsführer SS Heinrich Himmler appointed him in 1940 to be Commandant of the concentration camp Auschwitz – the camp, Höß himself described as “the largest manufacturing plant of all times for the extermination of human beings“.

He even wore this ring when he went to bed with his mistress, the beautiful and mysterious captive Nora Hodys, and he wore it while under his order hundreds of thousand men, woman and children were killed in the gas chambers.

On April 11th 1947 my grandfather rubbed the skin of his right hand with soap in order to make it smooth and pulled off the ring from his finger.

Supposedly he used to do that every night before he went to sleep. Along with his farewell-letter to his “beloved and sweet Mutz“ – that was his pet name for his wife, my grandmother Hedwig – and letters to each one of his five children, he put the ring in a brown envelope.

Five days later he was being executed by hanging right at his former field of activity: in Auschwitz.

Up to one and a half million people, most of them Jewish men, and woman and children were killed in Auschwitz while Rudolf Höß was Commandant there and, later on, when he was a so-called “Standortältester“, which means kind of an elder camp-statesman.

One and half a million is the number he calculated himself . From a simply “technical“ point of view, he measured while in prison in the polish town of Cracow, it might even have been possible to match the number given by Adolf Eichmann, the Organizer of the holocaust. Eichmann named about two and a half million “Exterminations ” in Auschwitz.

Whereas Rudolf Höß, painstaking book-keeper that he was, estimated this number as settled “much too high“.

I did not know the man I dread since I know who he was – and therefore know who I am but not want to be: the grandson of a multimillion contract killer.

It put an imprint on my whole life.

First there was Leo: Leopold Heger, short, wiry, closely cropped hair, strong like a bull and in his sixties when I was born. He was the one who told me more than anyone in my family about my late grandfather when I was a child.

He used to be the official driver of my grandfather in Auschwitz until Rudolf Höß became chief of the so-called Amtsgruppe D1 – Inspection of all concentration-camps – in Oranienburg by the end of 1944.

During the weeks of the dissolution of Auschwitz, the head over heels flight and the collapse of the Nazi-rule Leo again followed Höß and his family, now acting as their in official driver. A loyal vassal he was to his “boss “or the “senior“, how he referred to him until his own death.

This man Leo became my substitute-grandfather. Once in a while he called me “prince“– since for him I was the grandson of the King of Auschwitz.

Whatever I, as a little boy, learned to like about this “grandfather in heaven“, whatever impressed me about him – I got it from Leo. When we were rambling together through the woods of the Swabian Alps he told me his tales about the “senior“.

What a daring horseman he had been. How deeply he had cared for his horses and for Rino, his breed of large German dog. An animal-lover and child of nature through and through. How could I have not adored a man like this – dead or alive?

The truth trickled through to me only many years later and only little by little. In the beginning I was just too naive, later on than I was much too startled and frightened to grasp that this “king“ actually was a slaughterer.

At home in my family? No word about it. You are too young. You are too stupid. You wouldn’t understand it anyway. Your Grandfather? He died for his fatherland and now he is with the lord in heaven. Period.

The subject “Rudolf Höß” was a taboo in the family of his second-born son Hans-Jürgen, my father. The force of law at our house were his orders: Sit still and upright! Keep your mouth shut! Don’t you ask questions! And if you do it in spite of it – well then: carpet lifted up, question put underneath it, carpet back in place to cover it up.

With Leo it was quite different: At his house I couldn’t ask enough questions about the “senior“– as long as I did not put anything in question. Neither his former boss nor the Nazi-Ideology and the mass-killings. When I was little this was easy play for me.

And yes, I loved Leo, my substitute-grandfather.

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