
We noncommissioned officers would have liked to have had new uniforms,
too.’’ Evidently this was what depressed him most. Later he found ways of
matching the actions of his superiors.
Even this man’s inhumanity was not clear-cut, for there was another side
to him. In the latter half of 1942, the inmate Josef Farber was a medic in the
satellite camp Gleiwitz. Klehr was there at the same time, and his family lived
nearby. ‘‘One time his wife and two children visited him in Gleiwitz,’’ wrote
Farber. ‘‘This wife was a nice, decent woman. I overheard a conversation in
which she said: ‘I’ve heard that you people are gassing women and children
here. I hope you don’t have anything to do with that.’ Klehr answered: ‘I am
an sdg here. I don’t kill, I heal.’ Afterward he told me that I should not dare
to blab about it. When the wife talked to me, she always did so out of com-
passion. The children were also nice and really well brought up.’’
Klehr’s wife Frieda, who married him in 1933, was called to Frankfurt as a
witness for the defense. She was supposed to confirm that Klehr was at home
at Christmastime 1942 and therefore could not have conducted an arbitrary
selection at that time, which is what Paczula and other witnesses claimed. She
readily admitted that she knewabout these accusations. Frieda Klehr,whowas
ten years younger than her husband, was a likable woman dressed in black. At
first shewanted tobe excused fromtestifying, but at theurging of herhusband
she changed her mind. To the key question as to whether she could remem-
ber that her husband was home for Christmas in 1942, she replied: ‘‘I am not
100 percent certain.’’ After she had been excused, she shyly bid her husband
farewell with her eyes. It remains an open question how such different people
were able to live together for such a long time, how they influenced each other
so little in all those years.
n The records of the Frankfurt trial illuminate like a flash of lightning the
common attitude regarding the lives of the prisoners.
HermannKleemann,who headedthesatellitecamp Janinagrube,was forty-
five years old when he testified as follows on January 31, 1961: ‘‘I still remem-
ber injuring an inmate’s hand when I wanted to shoot some object out of his
hand. However, this inmate did this on his own. I assume that it was a play-
ing card. I did not hurt this inmate intentionally, of course.’’ Kleemann, who
was trying to present himself in as favorable a light as possible, immediately
added this: ‘‘It could only have been on a bet that I did this. In any case, the
inmate was a German. I believe the bullet went between the inmate’s fingers,
forhe only had a flesh wound.’’ How,onewonders, did this absolute sovereign
of Janinagrube deal with non-German prisoners?
The infamous head of the crematoriums, ss Technical Sergeant Otto Moll,
was the top man in the camp Fürstengrube in its final phase. One day he es-
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