“It is not a pretty site to see – as I did – a long line of freight cars, gondolas and box cars filled with dead men. Freight cars and third-class passenger coaches stood on the curving railroad track further than I could see. Only after I looked steadily could I comprehend the reality that these piles of white flesh gleaming in the sunlight were actually dead men, or that the objects scattered along the track were all that was left of men who once had hope and ambition and a sense of right even as we who were called to look upon them after their agony had passed. I fancy that no other generation was ever required to witness horror in this particular shape… The tortures, the mass murders in the gas chambers, the hangings, the shooting of the more important prisoners whom it had been decided to kill, naturally followed. No inspection was ever allowed. The International Red Cross could not enter. Even when Heinrich Himmler, the killer, visited Dachau, he was said to have entered only the cleaner and better barracks. Such was the treatment given political prisoners in the concentration camps.”
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