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06/02/2026

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Dr. Mengele ordered her to kill the babies she delivered.She looked him in the eye and refused.Over two years, she broug...
03/02/2026

Dr. Mengele ordered her to kill the babies she delivered.
She looked him in the eye and refused.
Over two years, she brought 3,000 babies into hell—and never lost a mother.
The Arrest
Stanisława Leszczyńska was 47 years old, a Catholic midwife from Łódź, Poland, when the N***s arrested her in 1943.
Her crime? Helping Jewish families and Polish resistance members.
On April 17, 1943, she arrived at Auschwitz with her daughter Sylwia. Prisoner number 41335.
Most people sent to Auschwitz were murdered within hours.
But Stanisława had a skill the N***s needed: she was an experienced midwife.
They assigned her to the maternity ward.
The "Ward"
Calling it a "maternity ward" is grotesque.
It was a filthy wooden barrack called Block 24, with three-tier wooden bunks where pregnant women—starved, sick, terrified—waited to give birth.
There was no medicine. No clean water. No anesthesia. No surgical instruments. No diapers or blankets for newborns.
Just wooden boards, darkness, and the smell of death.
Stanisława was expected to deliver babies in conditions where survival was impossible.
And then came the orders.
The Orders
N**i doctors—including Dr. Josef Mengele, the "Angel of Death"—had specific instructions for babies born in Auschwitz.
Jewish babies: Kill them immediately. Usually by drowning.
Polish babies: If they looked "A***n," they might be taken for "Germanization." The rest? Kill them too.
Stanisława was ordered to kill the babies she delivered.
The Refusal
She refused.
"No," she told the N**i doctors. "I will not kill babies."
It should have been a death sentence. Prisoners who refused direct orders were shot, beaten to death, or sent to the gas chambers.
But the N***s had a problem: there were hundreds of pregnant women in the camp. Someone had to deliver those babies. Stanisława was the only trained midwife.
So they let her live.
But they made sure she understood: if she didn't kill the babies, someone else would.
Two Years in Hell
For two years, Stanisława Leszczyńska delivered babies in hell.
She worked with her bare hands, no gloves, no sterilization. She tore strips from her own clothing to tie umbilical cords. She used cold water from the camp's contaminated supply.
She had no pain medication—women gave birth in agony, trying not to scream because screaming could bring guards who would beat them.
She delivered babies in the dark, by feel.
She delivered babies while guards stood nearby, mocking, threatening.
She delivered babies knowing most would die within hours or days.
The Conditions
The conditions made survival almost impossible:

Starvation: Mothers were malnourished, producing little or no breast milk
Cold: Wooden barracks in Polish winter. Newborns froze
Infection: No clean water, no sanitation
Murder: Guards routinely drowned newborns in buckets, in front of their mothers

Of approximately 3,000 babies Stanisława delivered, only a few hundred survived the camp.
Most died within days. Some within hours.
But Stanisława fought for every single one.
The Miracle
She baptized babies in secret when mothers requested it—a dangerous act. She kept hidden records of births. She did everything she could to give these children a chance.
And she achieved something medically extraordinary:
Despite delivering 3,000 babies in the most horrific conditions imaginable—no medicine, no equipment, in filth and darkness, with malnourished mothers—Stanisława never lost a mother during childbirth.
Not one.
Every woman she attended survived the delivery itself.
That doesn't mean they survived the camp. Many were murdered later. Many died from disease or starvation.
But during labor, during those crucial hours of delivery, Stanisława's hands kept them alive.
The Guardian Angel
One survivor, Anka Nathanson, later testified: "She was our guardian angel. In Auschwitz, where there was only death, she brought life."
Another survivor remembered: "She would whisper to us during delivery, 'Think of something beautiful. Think of your baby's future. Don't let them take your hope.'"
Stanisława maintained her humanity in a place designed to destroy it.
The Confrontation
When Mengele came to inspect the maternity ward and demanded to know why she wasn't killing babies, she told him:
"I am a midwife. I bring life. I do not take it."
He could have killed her on the spot.
He didn't.
She delivered babies while her own daughter Sylwia was imprisoned nearby. She didn't know from day to day if Sylwia was alive.
She delivered babies while surrounded by gas chambers and crematoriums.
She brought life into the worst place humanity has ever created.
Liberation
January 1945. The Soviet Army approached Auschwitz.
Stanisława and Sylwia survived. They were liberated and returned to Poland.
After the war, Stanisława testified at trials. She never stopped practicing midwifery. She continued helping mothers and babies until retirement.
In 1970, she wrote "Report of a Midwife from Auschwitz"—clinical, detailed, devastating. She documented everything.
Stanisława Leszczyńska died on March 11, 1974, at age 78.
The Catholic Church began investigating her for beatification—recognizing her as someone who embodied Christian values of protecting life and refusing evil even at risk of death.
Why Her Story Matters
When we talk about the Holocaust, we talk about six million Jews murdered. Eleven million people total.
We don't often talk about pregnancy in the camps. About women giving birth while guards mocked them. About babies born into conditions where survival was impossible.
Stanisława Leszczyńska's story reveals something important: Even in Auschwitz, moral choices existed.
She could have followed orders. Many would have, maybe justifiably, to survive.
She refused.
She chose to bring life, even when life seemed hopeless.
She chose to defy N**i doctors, even when defiance could mean death.
And because of her choice:

Some babies survived
Every mother survived delivery
Women giving birth in hell had someone treating them like human beings
Mothers in the darkest place on Earth had someone whispering, "Think of something beautiful"

The Legacy
Stanisława Leszczyńska delivered 3,000 babies in Auschwitz.
Most died. The conditions made survival nearly impossible.
But she never stopped fighting for life.
She never followed the orders to kill.
She never lost a mother during childbirth.
She was ordered by Mengele himself to murder newborns, and she looked at the man who sent thousands to death and said: "No."
In a place built for death, she brought life.
In a place designed to destroy humanity, she preserved it.
In Auschwitz—where hope itself was supposed to die—a 47-year-old midwife delivered babies with her bare hands and whispered to mothers: "Think of something beautiful."
Her name was Stanisława Leszczyńska.
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A dying woman told a soldier she was Jewish. His two-word reply changed both their lives forever.May 7, 1945. Volary, Cz...
30/01/2026

A dying woman told a soldier she was Jewish. His two-word reply changed both their lives forever.
May 7, 1945. Volary, Czechoslovakia.
She stood at the factory door. Skeletal. Dying. Twenty years old but unrecognizable as human.
68 pounds. Hair turned white from starvation. Lice-infested rags. She hadn't bathed in three years.
Behind her, 119 other women lay scattered across the floor. Barely breathing.
They were all that remained.
Three months earlier, 4,000 Jewish women had been forced to begin walking. A death march from Germany toward Czechoslovakia. 350 miles through winter.
No coats. Almost no food.
Anyone who fell was shot.
Gerda Weissmann had watched 3,880 women die along the roadside. Friends from childhood. Strangers who became sisters. All dead.
She kept walking.
Not because she was stronger. Not because she had hope.
Because she carried one photograph of her family in her pocket. And as long as she kept moving, they weren't completely gone.
Her parents. Her brother. All murdered in concentration camps.
She was the last one left.
For three years before the march, she'd survived N**i labor camps. Starvation. Disease. Brutality that defies description.
But she'd survived with something the N***s couldn't take: her sense of self.
Now, on May 7, 1945, she heard vehicles approaching.
American soldiers.
A young lieutenant stepped from the jeep. His eyes met hers—this broken girl who looked ancient.
Gerda spoke in fractured English, the only thing she could think to say:
"We are Jewish, you know."
The soldier paused.
Two words: "So am I."
His name was Kurt Klein. A German Jew who'd escaped to America in 1937. He'd joined the U.S. Army to fight the regime that had destroyed his world.
And now he stood before this dying girl.
What Kurt did next, Gerda would remember for 77 years.
He held the door open for her.
A simple gesture. Something she hadn't experienced since she was fifteen years old.
Dignity. Respect. Humanity.
Kurt later said: "She walked toward me, and I met the greatest person I will ever meet."
Over the following weeks, he helped care for the survivors. He and Gerda talked. Despite everything surrounding them—death, destruction, unimaginable horror—something unexpected happened.
Connection.
They wrote letters after Kurt was transferred. Words became feelings. Feelings became certainty.
June 18, 1946. Paris, France.
They married.
They moved to Buffalo, New York. Kurt worked. Gerda raised three children. They built a life from ashes.
But Gerda couldn't forget the 3,880.
In 1957, she published her memoir: "All But My Life."
The title said everything. The N***s took her family. Her childhood. Her health. Her past.
But not her life.
The book became essential Holocaust testimony. Schools. Universities. Millions of readers.
Gerda became a voice for those who had none.
She spoke everywhere. Relentlessly. For decades.
Her message never changed:
Remember. Speak against hatred. Protect freedom—it's fragile. Choose dignity and compassion.
In 1995, her documentary "One Survivor Remembers" won the Academy Award.
In 2010, President Obama gave her the Presidential Medal of Freedom.
Kurt died in 2002. Fifty-six years of marriage.
Gerda continued alone. Speaking. Teaching. Insisting the world remember.
Until April 3, 2022. Age 97.
She'd survived what shouldn't be survivable. She'd transformed trauma into testimony. Pain into purpose.
And it began with two words.
"So am I."
One soldier held a door open for a dying girl.
Then he spent the next 56 years holding doors for her—metaphorically and literally.
They didn't just survive the Holocaust.
They defeated it.
Not by forgetting. By remembering. By building a life of meaning from the ruins of genocide.
4,000 women began walking in January 1945.
120 made it to May.
Gerda spent 77 years honoring the 3,880 who didn't.
That's not survival.
That's purpose born from tragedy. That's transforming humanity's worst into a lifelong fight for humanity's best.
She's gone now.
But her voice remains. Her testimony remains. Her insistence remains:
Remember. Never forget. Never again.
Gerda Weissmann Klein: 1924-2022.
She lost everything except her life.
Then she gave that life to those who lost theirs.
And we will remember.
Because after what she survived, and after what she gave us, it's the least we can do. Always shine ✨ within your beautiful heart ♥️🧘🏻‍♀️🪷✍️Stevenage meditation 🪷

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