By Barbara Falconer Newhall
A couple of weeks ago, I posted the story of a man who survived a brutal forced march across Germany during World War II.
Since then, the Pew Research Center released the results of a survey revealing that a full forty-nine percent of the U.S. population believe that torture can often or sometimes be justified. I’d like that forty-nine percent to take a hard look at Robert Tharratt’s story.
Know anybody in that forty-nine percent? Pls send them this link.
Here’s the post:
When Airman Robert Tharratt’s B-17 bomber was shot down over Nuremberg during World War II, he parachuted to safety only to be captured by a gang of Hitler Youth brandishing knives. The boys were wearing lederhosen, the traditional leather shorts worn by German men.
Robert’s months of captivity were followed by a brutal forced march across Germany. Fifteen hundred out of six thousand POW’s died on the march. When Robert was finally liberated in 1945, he weighed 109 pounds. He spent the following weeks recuperating in a military hospital near Halle, Germany, with two of his POW camp buddies. This story, an excerpt from the book I’m working on, Finding Holy: True Stories of Religion and Spirituality in America, is from Robert’s time in Halle.
“He didn’t have the Hitler Youth shirt on, but he was wearing lederhosen. I recognized the britches, they were strictly Hitler Youth, and everything came back to me. The starvation, the death threats, the Hitler Youth waving their knives at me.
“‘Nichts.” I told him. “‘Raus!”
“The people on the pier looked at me like, ‘He’s just a kid. Give him the orange.’ The boy kept pestering me.
” ‘Raus!’ I said. ‘Get out of here!’
“The boy still wouldn’t leave me alone, so I pushed him out of my way, and he fell in the river. Everybody on the pier started jabbering off at me in German. I couldn’t understand what they were saying and I didn’t care.
“I looked right at them. ‘Kriegsgefangene!‘I screamed. ‘Prisoner of war! Kriegsgefangene!’
“They shut up and backed away. One of the men reached down to the boy and pulled him up on the pier. The boy ran off, soaking wet. When the rowboat arrived, Lou, Art and I climbed in. There was plenty of room in the boat for more people, but nobody else got in. Nobody wanted to cross the river with me.”
It was decades before Robert could forgive his German captors — and Germans in general — for the cruelty he suffered during his wartime imprisonment. I’m wondering, how much bitterness has our government’s recent policy of torture unleashed in the Arab world and beyond?
© 2009 Barbara Falconer Newhall