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Women & children were shipped to Siberia's labor camps merely because their husbands and fathers had been sentenced. Like thousands of her fellow countrymen, one idiot girl was there because she had wandered beyond the limits of her home town without official permission. Most of the political prisoners were less enlightened about their offenses than the idiot girl. Five laconic charges accounted for all of them: "counterrevolutionary agitation," "counterrevolutionary organization," "preparation for armed insurrection," "preparation for terrorism," and "espionage." One Russian girl was there because she had suggested taking Stalin's picture down from the wall...
Solidarity Symbol. Her persecutors charged her vaguely with "counterrevolutionary organization and agitation against the Soviet State," and refused to give her a trial, but demanded that she sign a confession anyhow. Not knowing what to confess, she refused-and drew a five-year sentence in Siberia as a "socially dangerous element." Among the starved, louse-bitten, work-weary inmates of Karaganda concentration camp, Comrade Buber lost her last illusions about the Kremlin dictatorship. One early incident was enlightening: when she asked for a "reopening" of her case, she was tossed into a punishment compound...
Guinea Pigs. In the beginning, Author Buber found Ravensbrück easier than Siberia. "The Gestapo men . . . were still bound, if ever so loosely, to the judicial traditions of a civilized country, in which . . . an offender had to be formally charged and brought up for trial." If camp discipline was more fanatical, at least the food was better, the huts were cleaner, and the working day was shorter. But Nazi savagery soon showed its mad face. Periodically, groups of the sick, the aged, and such "racial inferiors" as Poles, Jews and gypsies, were marched off to the gas chambers. Young...
...hardly necessary to say that I am consumed with envy for all college students, particularly Harvard Men. From the Siberia of these United States, camp Polk, Louisiana, I salute You All. Surrounded by playful armadilloes, malevolent coral snakes, sand, rain, mud and Okies, I languish, forgotten and ignored. Quite seriously, though, the New Army is no better than any other previous one. My considered advice to everyone who has not come under the arm-garters of our communal Uncle Sam is to raise hell until the axe falls. It is not a funny axe, nor is it a funny Army...
...From Siberia, which harbors the world's largest cold air mass, bitter winds swept down over Manchuria last week to the mountains and bleak fields of North Korea. Typical December weather seemed to be coming in a month early. Behind the front, the countryside was dotted at night with bonfires at which U.S. troops warmed themselves. In the fighting lines, the numbed and miserable doughfeet had no such comfort. Medical officers treated their first cases of frostbite and trench foot...