The Leeuwarden Beer Riots

In the Middle Ages, beer was the drink of the people. ‘Ordinary’ rain and canal water was not safe to drink. Because the drink had to be heated during the production process, the barley juice contained fewer harmful bacteria than water and was therefore healthier. It is estimated that the average Frisian drank as much as 275 to 300 litres per year by the end of the Middle Ages, an average of just under a litre per day. This beer was often brewed at home and contained only a very low alcohol percentage.

The reason why I mentioned Frisian in the previous paragraph is because Leeuwarden is the Frisian capital. Friesland is a Northwestern province in the Netherlands.

In keeping with the divided nature between their external rulers and their internal governance, the provinces of the Netherlands developed from traditional tribal areas, maintaining their own customs and often their own languages. Even today, the Netherlands recognizes Dutch, Frisian, and Limburgish as official and distinct languages.

On 21 January 1435, the city of Leeuwarden became one of the villages of Aldehou and Hoek. Before that time, Leeuwarden consisted only of Nijehou, which lay on the terp of the Middelzee. This amalgamation was subject to a few conditions:

  • No citizen of Holland should ever be allowed
    civil rights in the new city.

This condition was probably directed against the powerful lord of Hoek, Pieter van Cammingha. Previously, Pieter had negotiated with the Holland count. The Camminghas had a lot of money and power. They owned no less than six stinzen (the first stone houses were called stone houses and later shortened to stinzen).

  • In the city of Leeuwarden, no beer other than
    Leeuwarden beer was allowed to be served,
    so only beer was brewed in the city.

The mighty beer brewers’ guild must have tried everything to make this obligation valid for the whole year, but they never quite succeeded. Because much more beer was drunk in the summer than in the winter, it was agreed that other beer could also be sold in Leeuwarden in the summer. For a few years, this rule was deviated from and it was therefore also forbidden to drink ‘beer from outside’ in Leeuwarden in the summer.

Thus it came to pass in the early summer of 1487 that the town leaders of Leeufwarden determined that to protect the business interest of the local brewers (and the city’s tax revenue from brewing), it would be necessary to ban the importation of all beers not brewed within the city. They further banned the selling of any existing stocks of foreign beers — a move that did not sit well with the local tavern owners.

Matters came to a head on July 24, a market day, when a large number of farmers were in the city to sell their produce who desired to quench their thirst before heading home, prevailed upon a local tavernkeeper to open his stock of Haarlem Beer. When the incident was reported to the authorities, an attempt was made to arrest the tavernkeeper and expel his patrons, who were now well fortified with the strong brew. A general riot ensued, and in the following days, citizens from neighbouring towns, estimated to number more than 8,000, besieged the city hall demanding that the ban on imported beer end.

On Monday 25 July, the army of 8,000 set out for Leeuwarden. At three o’clock in the afternoon, an attack was launched in the vicinity of the Gardens with explosive violence. However, the Leeuwarders were on edge and braced themselves. They fought back, but soon a second attack followed. The Leeuwarders also managed to repel that attack. Then there was a third wave of attacks. With deafening noise, a hurricane of violence pounds on the Leeuwarden defence line, which was weakened at this stage. The people of Leeuwarden were forced to withdraw, and the attackers entered the city en masse. There were many deaths.

While today, the Netherlands is recognized as a unified country, through much of its history the country has been more often divided than not.

sources

https://www.dekroonopleeuwarden.frl/het-bloedstollende-liwwadder-bieroproer-uit-1487/?age-verified=9b0011ed6b

https://www.thecenterforruleoflaw.org/rule-of-law-blog/july-24-1487-the-leeuwarden-beer-strike-begins

Always be a Ray of Sunshine to Everyone You Meet

The title of this post is the words of a then 9-year-old girl, Jiska Pinkhof. In 1940, she wrote in the album of her friend Elly, “Always be a ray of sunshine to everyone you meet. Then you give joy to others, and you yourself are well off.” Wise words for a 9-year-old.

Jiska was a student of the 1st Montessori School on the Corellistraat in Amsterdam. Of the 172 students and former students of the 1st Montessori School in Amsterdam who were murdered in World War II, 169 were Jewish. Jiska was one of them.

She was born in Den Helder, the Netherlands, on 9 December 1931. She was imprisoned in Westerbork. She was deported to Sobibor on 20 July 1943 and then murdered there three days later, at age 11.

Sources

https://www.oorlogsbronnen.nl/tijdlijn/Jiska-Pinkhof/27/99778

https://www.joodsmonument.nl/en/page/176202/jiska-pinkhof

The Rawagede Massacre

History of Sorts

I love the Netherlands. I was born and raised there and proud to call myself a Dutchman. Like all other countries in this world, it has pages in history that are not so glorious.

I believe that the best way for any country to deal with the darker days of its history is not to deny or run away from it. But rather confront it and deal with it.

The Rawagede massacre is one of those darker days in Dutch history.

On December 9, 1947, Dutch soldiers raided the West Javanese kampong Rawagede, now Balongsari. A large part of the male population of Rawagede, were killed without trial. Until the 1990s, there was hardly any attention to mass murder in the Netherlands. While such acts of violence were for decades, dismissed by the Dutch government as ‘excesses’, we now know that they fit into a pattern of frequent and structural…

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Ivan Martynushkin—One of the Liberators of Auschwitz

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On 27 January 1945, the Soviet Army liberated Auschwitz. Ivan Martynushkin was one of the liberators of Auschwitz. Below are some excerpts about what he witnessed.

“We beat back the Germans in one village, passed through, and came out onto some kind of enormous field almost completely surrounded by electrified barbed-wire fences and watchtowers, we saw buildings beyond the barbed wire. And as we got closer, we began to see there were people.”

“We saw emaciated, tortured, impoverished people. Those were the people I first encountered…We could tell from their eyes that they were happy to be saved from this hell. Happy that now they weren’t threatened by death in a crematorium. Happy to be freed. And we had the feeling of doing a good deed—liberating these people from this hell.”

“It was hard to watch them. I remember their faces, especially their eyes which betrayed their ordeal. But what…

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Jacques Swaluw—Murdered Aged 10 Months

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The title is about Jacques Swaluw but it really is about just more then Jacques.

Jacques was born in Rotterdam on the 19th of June 1942.

Esther Swaluw was a daughter of Isaäc Swaluw and Maria Melkman. 2 December 1913 she married Izak van Been in Rotterdam, a son of Abraham van Been and Sientje Bacharach. Esther and Izak however divorced, which was registered in the Civil Registry of Rotterdam 13 June 1936. Together, they had a son Abraham who after the divorce grew up in the family of Izak van Been and his 2nd wife Hanna Boeki.

After her divorce, Esther had three more children: 16 June 1936 her daughter Maria was born. Her possible father was Izak van Been, however no name of a father was registered. But she was “a Jewish child” according a note at the registration card of her mother, made out by the Jewish…

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David Eduard Izaks—First They Stole His Bike, Later They Murdered Him

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David Eduard Izaks would have celebrated his 90th birthday today. He was born on 14 April 1933 in Woerden, the Netherlands.

He was the youngest son of Eliazar Izaks and Henriëtte Izaks-Glaser. He had two brothers, Gerson and Salomon Albert, and a sister, Saartje Henriëtte. The family lived at 83 Voorstraat in Woerden.

In 1941, all Jews had to surrender their bicycles. David Eduard surrendered his Geka children’s bicycle. Anyone who knows the Netherlands knows how popular bikes are. For most people in the Netherlands, it is their preferred means of transport. Therefore stealing a bike (because that is basically what the Nazis did) was removing mobility from that person.

David Eduard Izaks and the others in his family were rounded up and sent to Vught Concentration Camp on 22 April 1943. Then on 7 June 1943, he was deported with his mother and sister Saartje Henriëtte on the so-called

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What If It Was Me?

I visited Dachau in June and took a few photographs, but out of respect for those who suffered and were murdered there, I only took a few. However, I felt compelled to take a few photographs to use them for the stories I write about Dachau and for the context of the Holocaust.

There was a striped outfit on display which had been worn by someone that was incarcerated in Dachau. He survived.

No matter what angle I tried, the picture did not come out right. The reflection always made it appear as if I was wearing it.

That made me think, “What if it was me who had worn the garment?” If I had been born a few decades earlier, it easily could have been me.

What if it was me? Would I have survived?

What if it was me? Would I have betrayed my fellow men?

What if it was me? Would I have resisted?

What if it was me? Would I have kept my sanity?

What if it was me? Would I have protected my family or just myself?

What if it was me? Would I have forgiven the perpetrators?

What if it was me?

To be honest—I don’t know the answer to those questions.

Evil Men and Evil Words

These are testimonies of two men, one a low-ranking SS Infantry soldier, the other a member of the Hlinka Guard. The most disturbing aspect of the testimonies is not the description of the crimes committed, but the casual way of describing them.

Hans Friedrich was a member of the 1st Infantry Brigade. He claimed not to recall exactly the actions in which he took part in June 1941 in the Soviet Union, but he did admit that he participated in the killing of Jews.

“Hans Friedrich: Try to imagine there is a ditch, with people on one side, and behind them soldiers. That was us and we were shooting. And those who were hit fell down into the ditch…

They were so utterly shocked and frightened, you could do with them what you wanted.

Interviewer: Could you tell me what you were thinking and feeling when you were shooting?

Hans Friedrich: Nothing. I only thought, ‘Aim carefully’ so that you hit properly. That was my thought.

Interviewer: This was your only thought? During all that time you had no feelings for the people, the Jewish civilians that you shot?

Hans Friedrich: No.

Interviewer: And why not?

Hans Friedrich: Because my hatred towards the Jews is too great. … And I admit my thinking on this point is unjust, I admit this. But what I experienced from my earliest youth when I was living on a farm, what the Jews were doing to us—well that will never change. That is my unshakeable conviction.

Interviewer: What in God’s name did the people you shot have to do with those people who supposedly treated you badly at home? They simply belonged to the same group! What else? What else did they have to do with it?

Hans Friedrich: Nothing, but to us they were Jews!”

Slovakia signed an agreement with Nazi Germany in March 1942. Between March and October of that year, approximately 60,000 Slovakian Jews were sent to their deaths

The Slovakian Jews were under the control of the Hlinka Guard, Slovakia’s pro-Nazi militia. Michal Kabác belonged to this unit.

“Michal Kabác: A Jew would never go to work. None of them work; they only wanted to have an easy life. Our people were happy to receive their stores. We called it aryan-ising them. And that’s how they become rich…

Later when the Jews were coming to the camps, we used to take their belongings and clothes.

The deputy commander came and said to us to go and choose from the clothes. I took some clothes, others did as well. Then I took 3 pairs of shoes. Everyone took what he could. I wrapped it all with a rope and brought it back home.

We, the guards, were doing quite well.

Interviewer: How could you personally participate in the deportation knowing those people were certainly going to die?

Michal Kabác: What could I have done? I was thinking both ways. I thought it will be peace and quiet here, you deserved it. But on the other hand, there were innocent people among them as well.

I was thinking both ways.”

Both men were interviewed in 2005

source

https://www.pbs.org/auschwitz/40-45/victims/index.html

Camps de Gurs—The Forgotten Concentration Camp

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Although its official name is Gurs Internment Camp, let’s call it what it really was, a concentration camp. It is also probably one, if not the only time, the Nazis sent Jews westward.

At first, it served as a camp for Spanish republicans and German refugees who fled from Nazism. The Gurs Camp was among the first and one of the largest camps established in prewar France. It was located at the foot of the Pyrenees in Southwestern France, just South of the village of Gurs. The camp, about 50 miles from the Spanish border, was situated in the foothills of the Pyrenees Mountains northwest of Oloron-Sainte-Marie.

The camp measured about 1.4 km (in length and 200 m in width, an area of 28 ha (69 acres). Its only street ran the length of the camp. On either side of the street were plots of land measuring 200 m by…

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Tattoo Z-1557

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(courtesy of John Davis)

This is an excerpt of John Davis’s book “Rainy Street Stories”

It tells the story of a survivor he met at Flossenburg, who had survived Auschwitz, Ravensbruch, and finally Flosssenburg

“Z-1557
While vacationing many years ago my wife Jane and I decided to visit Flossenburg, West Germany. This charming little town is nestled in among rolling hills, fresh brooks, and quaint farmhouses. In the late 1930s, though, the Nazis chose Flossenburg as the site of a concentration camp. It was for that reason we drove along a particularly pleasant road in search of this place.

The German town is, from all outward appearances, wholesome, sturdy and solid. It was difficult to find the old camp. We finally asked a pedestrian where the former concentration camp was and he indicated it was up a hill on the way out of town. We drove there and parked in…

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