Franz Stapf—Mistaken for a Victim

The above photo is of the photographer Franz Stapf (Stapf Bilderdienst). Carrying a Leica camera in front of his stomach, in the Nieuwe Kerkstraat, Amsterdam where disturbances took place between WA people and Jews.

It is clear to see he is wearing a Nazi uniform, so how could he have been mistaken for a Jewish victim?

Franz Anton Stapf was not Jewish. He was German. He did not die in a gas chamber but fought on the Eastern Front from the end of 1941. He was a Nazi who took photos for newspapers and anti-Semitic pamphlets in Amsterdam. Stapf survived the war and died in 1977 in Frankfurt.

The photo above was taken by Franz Stapf of weapons used by a Jewish Fighting Squad. It was printed in the Deutsche Zeitung in den Niederlanden on February 18, 1941, with the following caption:
The Jews in Amsterdam had equipped themselves with hatchets, hammers and similar objects. They also had firearms. Our picture shows a small selection of the confiscated murder tools.

The photos were published in the NSB newspaper Het Nationale Dagblad, under the title “Jews unmasked,” to wage a smear campaign against Amsterdam’s Jews.

Historians René Kok and Erik Somers of the NIOD Institute for War, Holocaust and Genocide Studies, discovered that Stapf’s name, that of his wife, two children and a sister, were incorrectly listed as Jewish war victims while doing research for the book, Stad in oorlog (City at war), which was published in 2017. The book is about Amsterdam in the period 1940 to 1945.

They believe that the error resulted from an incorrect interpretation of notes on a record card from the Amsterdam Council of Labor dating from 1950. The Council investigated financial matters affecting Jewish people murdered during the war. Stapf’s card reads, “Afgevoerd” in Dutch. According to Somers, that can be interpreted as “transported” to a concentration camp, or that he was discharged from the administration.

Stapf’s fate was long unclear after the war. In late 1941 he responded to a call for volunteers to fight on the Eastern Front. The rest of his life wasn’t tracked, which meant he was never prosecuted. His name fell under the “missing, don’t know where” category, along with the word “afgevoerd,” which could have certainly led to the wrong assumption that Stapf ended up in a concentration camp, according to Somers.

In 1981 NIOD received about five thousand negatives of photos taken by Stapf.

Stapf left for Germany after Mad Tuesday in 1944. In the municipal administration, it was noted, “Left for Germany.”

His name was listed on a memorial with the names of Jews murdered during the Holocaust. The Hollandsche Schouwburg, which houses the memorial, was told in February 20117 and immediately covered the name with a sticker.

“We are extremely shocked that such a bad man is among them. Terrible. That Nazi must be removed immediately,” said curator Annemiek Gringold.

Gringold contacted the company that created the wall of names in 1993. “It is a cumbersome procedure to remove the name. It has happened once before,” she said

The name, Stapf, also appeared in memory books and is on the list of the Holocaust Memorial Center Yad Vashem in Israel.

I know—to err is human—but this error could have easily been avoided if some research had taken place. Then again to finish the quote “To forgive is divine.”


Sources

https://www.parool.nl/nieuws/hollandsche-schouwburg-verwijdert-naam-nazifotograaf~be760abe/

https://www.volkskrant.nl/nieuws-achtergrond/franz-anton-stapf-werd-herdacht-als-joods-slachtoffer-maar-blijkt-nazi-fotograaf~b4093fff/

https://nltimes.nl/2017/02/16/nazi-photographer-mistaken-jewish-holocaust-victim-decades

https://www.demorgen.be/nieuws/franz-anton-stapf-werd-herdacht-als-joods-slachtoffer-maar-blijkt-nazi-fotograaf~b5632660/?referrer=https://www.google.com/

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A Child’s Laughter—Once So Alive

In the dark of history’s cruel abyss,
A child’s innocence—lost in the mist.
Amidst the horror, the anguish, the pain,
A young soul’s light, forever slain.

In shadowed corners, where terror thrived,
A child’s laughter, once so alive.
But silenced now, by tyranny’s hand,
In a world where humanity couldn’t stand.

No tender embrace, no gentle care,
Just the echoes of sorrow, lingering in the air.
In the grip of hatred’s ruthless hold,
A child’s dreams—forever cold.

Their nameless faces haunt the past,
In the chambers of death, their innocence is cast.
Yet in our hearts, their memory lives,
A testament to the love each child gives.

Though tears may fall for those we’ve lost,
Their spirits endure, whatever the cost.
In the song of remembrance, their voices soar,
A tribute to the children of war.

So let us vow, with every breath,
To never forget, to honor their death.
For in their innocence, we find our plea,
To build a world where all children are free.

Rest in peace Willem Alvares (Wimpie) Vega.

Born in Amsterdam on 5 August 1939 and murdered in Sobibor on 21 May 1943. He reached the age of three.

Sources

https://www.joodsmonument.nl/en/page/153666/willem-alvares-vega

https://www.oorlogsbronnen.nl/tijdlijn/25ae66e4-e0ae-4507-a793-3b9f64d3ec38

The Last Crime by the Wehrmacht in Amsterdam

I appreciate that the speed of communication in 1945 was not as fast as it is now—but the Wehrmacht soldiers in Amsterdam on May 7, 1945, would definitely have heard that on May 4, 1945, Field Marshal Montgomery accepted the official surrender of the German army in Northwest Europe at his headquarters on Lüneburger Heath in Germany. Then, on May 5, 1945, while Germany had already officially surrendered, General Blaskowitz in Hotel de Wereld in Wageningen signed the capitulation.

However, as thousands of people gathered to celebrate the end of the war and the arrival of Allied forces, German soldiers suddenly began firing into the crowd from nearby buildings. The exact reasons for the shooting remain somewhat unclear—but it’s believed that the German troops, who had not yet formally surrendered, fired in response to the jubilant atmosphere and possibly out of frustration or defiance.

While the local citizens celebrated on Dam Square, German soldiers of the Kriegsmarine were trapped inside the Groote Club (Grand Club) building, a large building at the corner of the Dam and Kalverstraat. In the nearby Paleisstraat, local forces arrested two German soldiers. One of them refused to surrender his weapon and fired a shot. German soldiers then appeared in the windows, on the balcony and on the roof of the Groote Club and started firing into the crowd with machine guns.[4]

Large-scale panic broke out in Dam Square and most of the crowd dispersed via the Nieuwendijk, Rokin and Damrak. Some people sought cover behind street lights and other objects, including a small truck and a barrel organ known as ‘t Snotneusje.[2][3]

After the initial shots, the Germans and resistance forces began to exchange fire. In total, the shooting lasted about two hours, until about 5pm. Members of the Scouts, Red Cross and nurses attempted to aid the victims.

The shooting lasted for two hours and ended around 5pm that day. The shooting resulted in numerous casualties, including deaths and injuries among civilians who had come to Dam Square to rejoice in the liberation of their city. The incident marred what should have been a moment of joy and marked the last violent act of the German occupiers in Amsterdam before their complete surrender.

It still remains unclear exactly how the shooting stopped.

According to some sources, Major Overhoff, commander of the local forces, convinced German Captain Bergmann to accompany him to the Groote Club and order the Germans to cease fire. Other sources say that the incident had ended earlier, once local forces fired bazookas at the building (or at least threatened to fire them).

The shooting was never fully investigated. After the event, local newspapers reported between 19 and 22 fatalities, but no official list of casualties was ever released. Stichting Memorial voor Damslachtoffers 7 mei 1945, an organisation founded to commemorate the event, has since identified a total of 32 people who died as a result of the event, not including German casualties. Twenty-six died immediately while five more died later of gunshot wounds. The last known victim died on June 22. The actual number of fatalities may be higher; in some cases, it had not yet been determined whether the death was related to the Dam Square shootout. The full number of wounded is also unknown; newspaper reports gave between 100 and 120 wounded.

In the photograph above you see a little girl walking away from some people that were trying to take cover. That little girl is Tiny van der Hoek. This is her recollection of that dreadful day.

‘My name is Tiny van der Hoek. I was 2 and a half years old and I was standing at the ice cream cart on the corner of Nieuwendijk Street and Dam Square, where I had just got an ice cream.

Immediately the ice cream fell on the ground to my great disappointment… People ran or stood behind something. I saw that from the ‘Groote Club’ (Grand Club). At the time this was the place where German flags were hanging and German soldiers were sitting. They were to blame for not having ice cream anymore so I went there. My mother was left with the ice cream cart.

Walking on Dam Square, towards the Groote Club, between running people, but exactly against the direction that they went, I was already on my way when I was suddenly picked up by a gentleman. He took me in his arms, put his jacket around me, and ran towards Nieuwendijk where I lived, at the time.

My mother came back—but nowhere inside was there shelter, everything was full, and we were refused entry. That gentleman saw that there was still room under the billiards in that shop. He kicked in a window, my mother crawled inside and took me in and we had shelter under the billiards. That gentleman disappeared towards Dam Square. Was he going to provide more help or find shelter himself? I do not know.

In my memory, there were always “slashes”. Later, in an amateur video recording made by Bert Haanstra, I understood that those “slash people” behind the lampposts were looking for cover behind each other. During my “mission”—complaining about having no more ice cream—I was focused on the corner window of the “Groote Club.”

It’s the window I still look at when I am in Amsterdam, where in my memory people on the street were resting. I didn’t realize then that I was walking past injured or dead people, so mesmerized I was to tell those evil people how mean I found them. Fortunately, I was picked up and brought to safety. This event on May 7th 1945 is still on my mind and of course, it was only later that I understood what was really going on.”




Sources

https://www.liberationroute.com/pois/499/the-german-capitulation

https://www.annefrank.org/en/timeline/171/shooting-on-dam-square

[2] Stichting Memorial voor Damslachtoffers 7 mei 1945“The events of May 1945 in chronological order”,

[3} Stichting Memorial voor Damslachtoffers 7 mei 1945

{4} “Amsterdam, ‘7 mei 1945” National Comité 4 en 5 mei (Dutch)

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Holocaust—A Solemn Cry

“In shadows deep where nightmares dwell,
A chapter etched in history’s spell.
Holocaust, your bitter tale,
Of anguish, loss, and skies so pale.

From ghettos choked with sorrow’s breath,
To camps where darkness met with death,
The human spirit, tested, tried,
Yet hope, a flicker, never died.

In ashes rose a solemn vow,
To never forget, to honor how
The brave souls fought, the martyrs bled,
Their legacy, a light ahead.

Though time may blur the lines of pain,
Their stories echo, clear, remain.
For in their memory, we find
The strength to heal, the will to bind.

Holocaust, a solemn cry,
A testament to those who lie
In fields of silence, never rest,
Their voices echo, we attest.

So let us stand, and let us vow,
To keep alive their sacred now.
In remembrance, let us strive
For peace, for justice, to revive.”

The photograph adorning the beginning of the blog captures a poignant moment in the life of Herman David Santcroos. He was born in Amsterdam on 10 June 1943, and tragically passed away in Meerlo, the Netherlands, on 19 October 1944, just reaching the age of one.

Under the care of Mr. and Mrs. Nabben, he was one of the Jewish foster children during a tumultuous period in history. Herman’s mother, a survivor of the Holocaust, endured unspeakable suffering, only to return from Auschwitz in search of her beloved child. Her heart-wrenching anguish persisted as she learned of her son’s passing, and the anguish of the Holocaust haunted her every waking moment. Each new day began without her precious son by her side, a reminder that for her, the scars of the Holocaust would never truly heal. Every breath was a testament to the enduring pain and loss that no passage of time could ever erase.

“Where horrors scarred both heart and hand,
Amidst the shadows, dark and deep,
A fragile bloom dared rise from sleep.

In soil stained with tears of pain,
Where memories of loss remain,
A flower bloomed, a symbol bright,
Defiant ‘gainst the endless night.

Its petals, soft, a whispering grace,
A tender touch in desolate space,
A beacon of hope, though frail it seemed,
In a landscape haunted, where nightmares teemed.

With each petal unfurled, a silent plea,
For remembrance, for humanity,
To never forget the lives once lost,
Nor the innocence at such a cost.

For in that flower, Auschwitz’s bloom,
Lies a story of resilience in gloom,
A testament to the human will,
To endure, to survive, against all ill.

So let us cherish this Auschwitz flower,
A symbol of hope, of strength, of power,
And vow to keep its memory bright,
In the darkest of days, in the blackest of night.”




Sources

https://www.joodsmonument.nl/en/page/181236/herman-david-santcroos

No Scruples—Dutch Public Transport and the Holocaust

Something I had not been aware of, but of course, it makes sense that the Nazis also used trams to transport the Dutch Jews to the concentration camps in the Netherlands.

The GVB is the company that runs the trams in Amsterdam and has had that name since 1943. A new film and book titled Verdwenen Stad (Lost City) by filmmaker Willy Lindwer and writer Guus Luijters uncovered a painful truth.

Invoices show that there were approximately 900 tram journeys for the deportation of the Amsterdam Jews, for which the GVB declared and received more than 9,000 guilders (converted to now more than 61,000 euros). The Central Jewish Consultation (CJO) would meet with the GVB and the municipality to request the money back. According to the researchers, the GVB never acknowledged guilt, expressed remorse or offered financial compensation to the deported Jews or their relatives.

An estimated 48,000 Amsterdam Jews were transported by trams to Central Station and Muiderpoort Station between mid-July 1942 and the end of August 1944. From there, trains went to the concentration and extermination camps via the Westerbork and Vught Transit Camps.

Every month, the transport company sent invoices to the Zentralstelle für jüdische Auswanderung (Central Office for Jewish Emigration), the agency that coordinated the persecution of Jews in Amsterdam. The Nazis paid the GVB bills with the money that the Jews had to hand in from 1941, as can be read in the book.

The painful truth does not stop there. The most astonishing aspect of Luijters’ discovery is the GVB’s persistent efforts to collect outstanding payments after the war had ended. A note on the final invoice highlighted that the payment was overdue at the time of liberation, and it revealed a hired debt collection agency enlisted in 1947 to recover the 80 guilders owed. This attempted collection, years after the atrocities, has been met with shock and condemnation, underscoring the moral complexities surrounding businesses involved in the Holocaust.

The last two bills, from July and August 1944, were never paid. Anne Frank was transported to Camp Westerbork on August 8, 1944, on one of those trams, as was Etty Hillesum.

On August 8, 1944, the eight people in hiding from the Secret Annex were transported by tram from the House of Detention at the Kleine-Gartmanplantsoen to CS to be taken by train to Westerbork Camp with 65 other Jews.

I am not sure what is worse—the use of the trams or the fact they made a profit from death transports and still tried to make money after the war. The GVB never showed any scruples.

Sources:

https://bnnbreaking.com/world/amsterdams-gvb-sought-nazi-payments-for-holocaust-transports-including-anne-franks-final-journey

Remembering the Hero—Pierre Coronel

I am not sure what to make about the photograph above. It is either extremely brave and heroic, or naive, perhaps even arrogant. The photo is of Pierre Coronel, operating a radio transmitter during World War II, while in hiding. It is one from a set of pictures. Listening to an illegal radio could result in severe punishment if caught. Operating an illegal radio for broadcast purposes was punishable by death. Taking photos of it meant risking them to be used as evidence. It may not have been the wisest of actions.

However, the actions by Pierre Coronel can only be described as heroic. He was born in Ouder-Amstel, the Netherlands on 26 December 1914. Pierre was the son of Salomon Haïm Coronel and a non-Jewish mother. He was a radio operator. During the war, he took part in the resistance, operating an illegal broadcasting station hidden in the hospital ‘Onze Lieve Vrouwen Gasthuis’’

He trained as a radio operator in the 1930s and worked for Radio-Holland for some time. During the war, he lived alternately in Utrecht and Amsterdam. In 1942, Coronel was forced to work in Ostfriesland (Germany)

On October 12, 1942, he tried to travel home by train with a forged identity card but was caught during a check and transferred to a prison in Oldenburg. He returned to work after a captivity of several months, and managed to escape on March 15, 1943, to return to the Netherlands. There he provided assistance to Jewish people in hiding.

After being arrested several times for labor deployment and escaping, in September 1944, Pierre Coronel became a wireless operator for the illegal Channel Eagle.

He exchanged messages with England and the already liberated city of Eindhoven. For safety, this happened from different locations, including the attic on the Eerste Leliedwarsstraat 21 and in the Our Lady’s Hospital (OLVG) laboratory. In those days when there was a shortage of power supply, the hospital was still able to obtain electricity through aggregates. After the channel was discovered, there was a raid by the Security forces and police. Coronel was armed and shot two men dead, but he was also killed. In the OLVG there is a memorial stone placed in memory of the resistance activities that took place there.

He was shot on February 25, 1945, which was only a few weeks away from liberation. After the war, Pierre Coronel was buried in the field of honour in Overveen. A street in Amsterdam was named for him—Coronelstraat.




Sources:

https://www.joodsmonument.nl/en/page/523913/about-pierre-antoine-coronel

https://www.geni.com/people/Harry-Coronel/6000000038502305873

https://www.hmdb.org/m.asp?m=203970

https://oorlogsgravenstichting.nl/personen/29277/pierre-antoine-coronel

https://www.nationaalarchief.nl/onderzoeken/archief/2.19.255.01/invnr/29277A/file/NL-HaNA_2.19.255.01_29277A_0016

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In The End Love Prevailed

I planned to do this blog about Elisabeth Flesschedrager-Appelboom. She was born in Amsterdam, on 2 February 1921 . Murdered in Auschwitz, 18 January 1945. She reached the age of 23, and was a seamstress. She was married to Philip Flesschedrager, who was born in Amsterdam on 8 July 1920. Murdered in Auschwitz, 26 December 1943. They got married on April, 1942.

The fact that they got married in 1942, not knowing what the future would hold for them, except for the knowledge it wouldn’t be a good future. Love prevailed over their concerns. This made me change the content of this blog, to show that despite all the horrors there were still flickers of light and positivity. That’s why I decided to rather go on to another awful dramatic story of death and destruction, I’d post pictures of couples like Elisabeth and Philip

The fact that they got married in 1942, not knowing what the future would hold for them, except for the knowledge it wouldn’t be a good future. Love prevailed over their concerns. This made me change the content of this blog, to show that despite all the horrors there were still flickers of light and positivity. That’s why I decided to rather go on to another awful dramatic story of death and destruction, I’d post pictures of couples like Elisabeth and Philip who married during the Holocaust.

The wedding of an unknown Jewish couple in the New Synagogue in Amsterdam shortly after the introduction of the Star of David, 1942.

Wedding photo of the Vuijsje couple, 1942

Wedding photo of David van Geens and Keetje van Lochem with Star of David in front of the Hollandse Schouwburg, Amsterdam, July 8, 1942.

Ending with a picture of the marriage of Salomon Schrijver, born in Amsterdam on May 25, 1917. He married Flora Mendels, born on October 15, 1919. Salomon was a driver at the Snoek food company. On May 21, 1943, they were transported to Westerbork and on July 6, 1943, to Sobibor in Poland. The couple was murdered there on July 9, 1943.


Sources

https://www.joodsmonument.nl/en/page/178295/elisabeth-flesschedrager-appelboom

The Eyes of an Angel

A baby with the eyes of an angel.

Edith Poppelsdorf was born in Amsterdam on 28 December 1941. She was murdered at Auschwitz on 16 August 1942. She reached the age of 7 months.

Someone looked into those eyes and decided to send her to the gas chambers.

That’s all I really can say about Edith. Although I have been doing this for several years—the look of these angel eyes always gets to me, like a punch in the gut.





Source

https://www.joodsmonument.nl/en/page/187500/edith-poppelsdorf

What Would I Have Done?

When it comes to the persecution of Jews and others during the Holocaust, some people are very definite in their judgement of people who did nothing and then would condemn them and say that they would have acted that way. However, the fact is that no one really knows their reaction until they are in a similar position. I am brutally honest—I do not know what I would have done in those circumstances. I reckon I would have acted and possibly joined the resistance if I were single. However, if I had had a family, the dynamics would have changed, but all of this is speculation.

The context of the photograph above:

At half past three on Sunday night, June 20, 1943, Lages, German chief of the Sicherheitsdienst in Amsterdam during the Second World War, had Amsterdam South and the Transvaalbuurt in East hermetically sealed off. Loudspeaker trucks drove through the streets. Almost all Jews had to go to the assigned assembly points, and from there, they were taken to the station by trams. During this collection action, the Ordnungspolizei were assisted by the Jewish auxiliary police from Westerbork camp, who had come over specially. These men were recognizable by a white band around their arms.

You can clearly see the people in the photograph watching their fellow Jewish neighbours being roundup. You could easily judge these people, but ask yourself, “What would I have done?” It may not seem this way, but the fact that a photograph was on its own an act of resistance. Anyone caught taking pictures of raids would face severe punishments. The same is true about the snapshot below.

The photo snapped on June 20, 1943, in Amsterdam. It is the same neighbourhood as the photograph at the top. The photographer took it as secretly as possible from a house in Uiterwaardenstraat, leaving the two empty cups of tea on the windowsill. The sight was of Jews and their luggage gathering in front of the door on the corner of Lekstraat and Kinderdijkstraat. Two neighbours across the street hang out of the window, watching the events unfold.

I am ending this piece with the question I started with—“What would I have done?”


Sources

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Rachel Soesan—Murdered Age 4

This is Rachel Soesan—her face is filled with so much life and joy, and why wouldn’t it be when she was 4. Her whole life lay before her.

Yet there were some who perceived her as a threat to society.

She was born on December 20, 1938 in Amsterdam. She would have been 85 today. I can’t comprehend that no one asked questions.

I do not have an exact date of the arrest—but they arrested her. A 4-year-old arrested! No one asked any questions, and no one noticed the absurdity of this arrest.

Until June 5, 1943. this 4-year-old was imprisoned in Vught Concentration Camp. Again, no questions were asked, and orders were followed blindly.

On June 6, 1943. she was transported to Westerbork. The person who put her on that transport must have known what Rachel’s ultimate fate would be, and yet again, no questions were asked.

From Westerbork, she was deported to Sobibor. Whoever processed her deportation knew what the purpose of Sobibor was, yet the deportation was not stopped. Orders were orders. Critical thinking did not apply.

Rachel arrived in Sobibor on June 11, 1943. There, she was sent to the gas chamber. Someone must have looked at Rachel’s angelic face and reckoned that she was an immediate threat to their life.

Rachel Soesan, a 4-year-old, a clear and present danger, was murdered in Sobibor on June 11, 1943, but she should have been blowing out 85 birthday candles on her cake today.


Sources

https://www.joodsmonument.nl/nl/page/180043/rachel-soesan

https://www.oorlogsbronnen.nl/tijdlijn/Rachel-Soesan/01/39261