Children on Death Row: The Hate and the War

I still have the nightmares. It is a dark, rainy night, fall of 1944. I am a child; a prisoner in Terezin Concentration Camp. It is nighttime in the children's home, and I wake up early in the morning. In the shadowy half-light I can make out the double bunkbeds crowding the old military barracks attic. I start to realize there is a commotion near the door. I peek up from beneath my rough, thin blanket to see a little group of children in the shadows near my bunk. They are just getting ready to leave and trying not to wake up the other children. I whisper: "Hey kids, where are you going? Wait for me, wait for me!" I start to push the covers aside and reach for my shoes next to the bunk. One of the children responds: "We are leaving on a transport to the East, to the place of no return." Another says quietly: "You will never see us again, but you must remember us." A third chimes in: "You must remember us. And tell all the people about us. No matter if they like us or not; no matter what they think, no matter what they want to hear." I am sad, confused as I ask: "Why do you have to go? Don't go.." They file out the door, and so I whisper-shout after them "Yes I will, I will remember, I promise." Then they are gone. Like the scores of children before them, so many my head spins. We were all so scared, every day: who is going to be next? It could have been any of us. I remember my dream like it was yesterday. We lived through so many unimaginable terrors which over time became commonplace to us. The terror that haunts me to this day is those early-morning disappearances, the realization, in the shadowy half-light and half-sleep, that some of my friends had moved to the top of the list on death row.How did children deserve such a horrible fate, a death sentence? We, the Jewish children, were prisoners in Terezin, a storage facility, a holding tank of all the prisoners being organized, counted, stored, lined up and efficiently marched to their death in extermination camps. The children - my friends - were murdered on arrival in the extermination camps. This book became a reality out of my promise to the the children of Terezin, to the many thousand of children who either perished in Terezin or passed through Terezin to perish at Auschwitz or another death camp. This book is my story, which is really all of our stories. It is the story of how I was imprisoned for three years and sentenced to death, but survived because my murderers were busy murdering other victims and ran out of time before they got to me. My story is dedicated to the memory of those who passed through Terezin and vanished over 70 years ago. May you help me - and the world- remember.

Author: Tommy O. Lustig
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 04/10/2015
Pages: 218
Binding Type: Paperback
Weight: 0.66lbs
Size: 9.02h x 5.98w x 0.46d
ISBN: 9781482782479

About the Author
Tom Lenda Child Survivor Tom Lenda was born Tomas Lustig on May 25, 1936 in Pilsen, Czechoslovakia (now Czech Republic). Tom's father, Pavel (Paul) Lustig, was born in Domazlice, Czechoslovakia in 1904. The Lustig family moved to Pilsen shortly after Paul was born. Tom's mother, Irene Spitz, was born in Austria in 1909. Her family later moved to Decin, a city north of Prague. All of these places were part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire at that time. This changed in 1918 after the First World War when Czechoslovakia was established. The Lustig family was warm, loving, and hard working. Tom's father Paul was educated in commerce and also attended a textile college in England. His mother worked as a certified nurse in a hospital until her marriage. Paul was an established textile manufacturers' representative at the time when Tom was born. The Lustig family was part of a close-knit family clan that was well established within the Czech community; they considered themselves proud Czechoslovakian citizens of the Jewish religion. Involved in the local Pilsen Jewish community, Paul was known for his anti-Nazi feelings. The Nazi invasion of Czechoslovakia became a reality for the Lustig family on March 15, 1939. Little Tommy was almost three years old at that time. Paul escaped the same day to the east, to the suburbs of Prague. Irene and Tom followed two weeks later. On September 12, 1942, three years later, they were sent to the Terezin Concentration Camp some 40 miles north of Prague. Paul's brother Fred escaped to Slovakia where he joined the anti-Nazi underground and later the Czechoslovakian army. Paul's youngest brother Otto escaped to Shanghai and settled in Canada after the war. Irene's two brothers and mother had been sent to Terezin earlier, though only one of the brothers was still in the camp when the Lustigs arrived. Irene's mother and other brother had been sent on to extermination camps in the East. Lustig family was separated shortly after their arrival at Terezin. Tom was placed into a "Heim" (home) with otheThe r little boys and girls. Irene started work as a nurse in the camp hospital, also her living quarters. Paul was assigned to a Transportleitung (transportation) group and was sent to Auschwitz concentration camp in fall of 1944. Toward the end of the War, when the Red Army approached the camp, he escaped with a little group and joined the Czechoslovakian army. He did not know that his brother Fred had also joined.

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