I know I promised my next post would be about Lionel Heymann and his secret life, but first I need to write about someone else, someone who was not in any way related to me, but who deserves to be remembered and honored. I will return to Lionel next time.
In my last post I had asked for help in interpreting a sentence in the Steinheim Institute site describing what had happened to Willy Heymann.
Willy Heymann wurde nach seinem Tod von dem 14jährigen Fritz Davids, der erst kurze Zeit zuvor aus dem KZ Dachau zurückgekehrt war, in das man ihn nach derPogromnacht mit seinem Vater verschleppt hatte, ganz alleine und heimlich zum Friedhof gebracht und begraben.
Translated by a member of the German Genealogy Facebook group as:
After his death, Willy Heyman was brought secretly to the cemetery and buried by 14 year old Fritz Davids alone, who had returned only a short time before from the concentration camp of Dachau where he had been brought with his father after the [Kristallnacht, Nov. 9, 1938].
And two members of the genealogy village came to my assistance and found this link and interpreted it for me:
Recently back from the concentration camp, Fritz Davids experienced, two months later, how bad the Jews had fared. There was no respect even for the dead. The Jew Willy Heymann died at the age of almost 84 years old. Since nobody wanted to bury him or could, the 14-year-old Fritz put the corpse in a wheelbarrow and at dawn wheeled it to Boeckelter Weg (street name) to the Jewish cemetery, where he, fully in dignity of the time, shoveled a grave for the old man and spoke the Kaddish. David Cain and Jacob Heymann were also buried under such humiliating circumstances.
Imagine being fourteen, being arrested and sent to a camp like Dachau. Then imagine coming back and finding what the Nazis had done to your community. And then imagine that fourteen year old boy having the courage and the moral decency to ensure a proper burial for one of his fellow citizens, an 84 year old man whose wife had died and whose three sons were in America. What an exceptional person this young boy must have been.
That left me and some of my readers wondering about this brave fourteen year old boy, Fritz Davids. Who was he, and what happened to him?
Fritz Davids, the son of Gustav Davids and Freidel Hext, was born in Geldern on April 4, 1924. He was named for his father’s brother, who had died in 1901 when he was just nine years old.
Fritz was imprisoned again at Dachau on September 5, 1941, until May 4, 1942. He was then deported to the killing facility at Hartheim, where he was killed on July 2, 1942. Both of his parents and his aunt were also murdered during the Holocaust.
Fritz Davids was 18 years old. He did not get a decent burial. No one was there to say kaddish for him.
May his memory be for a blessing. May we never forget his name.