204: The Holocaust: Anne Frank, the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising, & Auschwitz
4/27/20261 hr 7 min
“Everybody’s dead. Don’t ask me about anybody. Everybody’s dead.” This is the story of the Final Solution. From Anne Frank’s annex to countless ghettos, Jews who have thus far avoided the concentration camps are increasingly being funneled there. Jewish leaders like Chaim Rumkowski face impossible dilemmas—who should be sent to the camps? On the other hand, some Warsaw Ghetto inhabitants choose to fight back, their last ditch efforts to resist and escape living on in the words of only a few survivors. Even as the ghettos and their inhabitants are liquidated, Dr. Josef Mengele and others at Auschwitz continue their own work of death. We’ll witness, in order, how people go from cramped cattle car to crematoria; and keep in mind, Auschwitz is but one of many. All together, these accounts from survivors will hopefully provide as complete an overview of the Holocaust’s extermination camps as one episode can.
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First 90 secondsGreg Jackson· Host0:00
[instrumental music] It's about 10:30 in the morning, Friday, August 4th, 1944. We're in the capital of the Netherlands, in Amsterdam, where a car is just pulling up to one of the city's many multi-story row houses running along the Prinsengracht canal. The dark-haired 33-year-old Austrian-born SS sergeant, Karl Silberbauer, steps out of the vehicle. He's careful not to crease his crisply pressed uniform. Along with a few plainclothes and armed Dutch security police officers, Karl enters the house, or office rather, at number 263. At this moment, a brown-eyed, brown-haired 15-year-old girl deep inside the building feels as though her heart is going to beat right out of her chest. The yelling, the overturning of furniture, it's all so easy to hear through the wall, and she knows what those sounds mean. This is a raid, a Nazi raid looking for Jews, like her, like her mother Edith, her father Otto, her older sister Margot, and the four others hiding in this annex. The girl knows the Nazi force is but one step away, or one bookcase away rather, from finding them. And that, if they do, an awful, if not