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The Palmström Syndrome

      Dick de Mildt

      The Palmström Syndrome

      Mass Murder and Motivation

      A Study of Reluctance

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      The Palmström Syndrome is a revised edition of a book which appeared in

      2018 in Dutch under the title Straatgenoten with Uitgeverij Verloren,

      Hilversum (ISBN 978-90-8704-711-5).

      Printed by CPI books GmbH, Leck

      ISBN 978-3-631-80397-4 (Print)

      E-ISBN 978-3-631-80772-9 (E-PDF)

      E-ISBN 978-3-631-80773-6 (EPUB)

      E-ISBN 978-3-631-80774-3 (MOBI)

      DOI 10.3726/b16553

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      Dedicated to the memory of Lothar Kreyssig

      Preface

      What is man? Man is a two-legged animal of a specific bio-chemical composition. This composition determines all our physical and mental attributes. No man has attributes of himself; he can only have attributes of the species. You only have to determine that one member of the species can jump to know that all members can. Some will jump a little bit higher than others, but what is impossible to the species, is impossible to the individual. You do not need to examine every member of the human species to conclude that none of them can fly. And the individual has no property which not also belongs to the species.

      M.S. Arnoni

      The subject of this book originates in the stories of my father. They concerned his experiences as a young adult during the Second World War, both in his native country, The Netherlands, as well as in France, where he was captured on his route to Spain. He was imprisoned and finally sentenced to concentration camp detention for the duration of the war. While on a convicts’ transport to Germany he had a miraculous escape and with some difficulty managed to find his way home, where he went into hiding. In many ways his stories were a lot like those in the books which boys of my generation devoured. They invariably pictured ‘the good war’ against the German occupiers as an exciting and patriotic adventure with a victorious ending. In this sense they also reflected much of the triumphant atmosphere of the annual commemorations and celebrations of my country’s liberation from five years of German occupation. On the other hand, however, these same stories contained certain aspects which my youthful imagination found difficult or even outright impossible to understand. These ‘mysterious’ ingredients concerned the many violent deaths which occurred in them. They included relatives, French cell mates and other acquaintances of my father, who were killed by German hands. But whereas all of their stories were indeed shocking in themselves, not all were equally incomprehensible to me, however. There was, I felt, a significant ‘qualitative’ difference between them.

      Both my father’s mother and two of his cousins, for example, were killed by the Germans. Whereas his mother was gunned down in the street by a military patrol during an evening stroll, one of his cousins ended his life before a firing squad while the other perished in a concentration camp. The stories about their fate certainly made a deep impression on me, but somehow they still remained intelligible. The two cousins – brothers – died as a consequence of their resistance activities and from their letters I learned that they accepted their fate as the ultimate sacrifice of their principled rebellion against the regime of the German occupiers. And indeed, their sorry end seemed to retain a certain ‘contextual logic’. After all, any resistance against a superior enemy carries the potential risk of severe punishment and the two brothers appear to have realized this. And whereas a similar logic was absent in the case of my grandmother, here it had been replaced by that of sheer coincidence. In an environment with very nervous and ‘trigger-happy’ German soldiers, just one day after the airborne operation of 17 September 1944 in the surroundings of Arnhem, she unfortunately found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time.

      Tragic though their deaths were, conceptually they were still a far cry from those of the other victims present in my father’s stories. These consisted of fellow inhabitants of his home town, who were taken away and murdered in faraway Poland for no other apparent reason than that they were considered ‘life-unworthy’, as they happened to be of Jewish ancestry. My father knew most of them from everyday life in pre-war times. They were middle-aged or even elderly men and women, local shopkeepers and others, whose families had worked and lived peacefully and inconspicuously within the community for generations and who constituted not even the remotest threat to the German war effort or the safety of the occupying troops. Their story seemed outright absurd to me.

      As I came to learn more and more about their fate and that of millions like them in other parts of occupied Europe, this sense of absurdity obviously only increased. How was I to interpret what I ‘witnessed’ in their stories? Indeed, how was I to understand this enormous criminal drama which had taken place only shortly before I was born, amidst a cultural environment in which the generations of my parents and grandparents had lived and which I recognized as essentially mine as well? With the expansion of my knowledge of Hitler’s genocidal universe, my preoccupation with these matters converted itself into something of a personal existential question. For if the actors of this universe belonged to the species of which I was a specimen, what then did that tell me about the characteristics of this species, and, by implication, about myself?

      Prompted by my curiosity about the answers to these questions, I became a voracious

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