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All Our Brothers and Sisters

Jews Saving Jews during the Holocaust

Edited By Judith Tydor Baumel-Schwartz and Alan Schneider

The book focuses on the heroism of Jews throughout Europe who risked their lives to save their coreligionists under Nazi rule. The contributors discuss and analyze the actions of Jews who rescued other Jews from the hands of the Nazis. These actions took place, to different degrees, in Germany, in Axis states and all across Nazi-occupied Europe, from the early stages of persecution until the war’s end, in the framework of collaborative efforts and individual initiatives. The Jews who rescued other Jews during the Holocaust came like their non-Jewish counterparts from different backgrounds: men and women, old and young, religious and secular, wealthy and poor, educated and uneducated. The rescue missions took place in ghettos, areas without ghettos, jails, camps, hospitals, children’s homes, schools, monasteries, in hiding. This book focuses on these rescue missions and the people behind them, reminding us of their courage and willingness to act, even when it put their own lives in danger.

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Saving Jews in Buchenwald and Auschwitz: The Story of Chaskel Tydor

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By: Judith Tydor Baumel-Schwartz

When I was a little girl I thought my father was a giant. True, he was only a bit over five feet tall and somewhat round, but for years I heard people tell me how my father was “a giant of a man.” What did it mean to be a giant? I knew that he had broad shoulders, one of which sloped lower than the other, and that he was older than most fathers. Did that make him a giant? Was it his sparkling eyes and hidden love of bittersweet chocolate? Or his ability to eat raw lemons and burnt onions, both connected to things that happened to him “there,” in Auschwitz? Was that why he was always treated with such respect? Once, when we were visiting Israel, someone jumped out of a first floor terrace on Ben-Yehuda Street in Jerusalem and landed at my father’s feet. Hugging him tightly, he shouted over and over in Hebrew “It’s TYDOR!!,” until he was joined by two other men who slapped my father on the back while trying to put him on their shoulders. Was that because he was a giant?

As the years passed I discovered more pieces of the puzzle. All were connected to his Holocaust experiences, but few of these pieces came directly from him. While he was generous with information about his post-war exploits, such as establishing “Kibbutz Buchenwald” in liberated Germany, he was more reticent about his wartime feats....

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