This is the story of Eugene Lazowski’s private war.
Lazowski was a doctor in German-occupied Poland – and a very brave one. He escaped a Prisoner of War camp and returned to his home town of Rozwadów to work for the Polish Red Cross.
The garden of his house was directly against the fence that enclosed the Jewish ghetto. Whilst Polish doctors were absolutely not allowed to treat the Jews, he knew that his duty to these most vulnerable people in awful conditions meant that he should somehow try.
A system emerged. When a prisoner of the ghetto became unwell, a rag would be tied to Lazowski’s fence. Remarkably, he would then break INTO the ghetto under cover of darkness, taking medicine to those who needed it & treating patients in rudimentary, moving medical facilities.
Of course, this created a problem. Pharmacies and surgeries keep records, and in this time of madness none of these people in dire need were meant to be his patients. So he systematically exaggerated and fabricated the medicine given to non-Jewish patients in his registers.
But he went yet further. The Nazis were terrified of germs. The Master Race particularly feared typhus, which had spread like wildfire in the trenches of the First World War. This, Lazowski realised, was potentially to his – and the Jews’ – advantage.
Medical practitioners were obliged to report all possible typhus cases to the German authorities, and dispatch samples of blood to laboratories run by the Germans to be tested.
The outcomes for confirmed cases were grimly bifurcated. Non-Jews with typhus were put into quarantine (& not detained in labour camps, to avoid outbreaks there). Jews with typhus were executed. But he realised that such procedures could still help those in the ghetto.
If enough cases arose in a particular area, an epidemic would be declared. The Germans would understandably seek to avoid regions so designated – allowing the population to live lives with interference from the Nazis running at a fraction of that seen in the rest of Poland.
Lazowski realised that the Weil-Felix test used to detect typhus could be “tricked.” Inject someone with dead bacteria and it would create antibodies in their blood, which on testing would yielding a false positive result for typhus.
So, unbelievably, he started whacking dead bacteria into the blood of basically anyone who came his way. Got a cough? A rash? Here, have some dead bacteria in your arm. Now we’d better send your blood off for some tests. Whoops, what’s this? TYPHUS!
Now, let’s note that he didn’t tell his patients what was going on. But a war was on and genocide was looming. Let’s also note that those so injected weren’t actually made sick by this. By this point he had a partner in his deception, Stanislaw Matulewicz (another doctor).
They spoofed the system carefully, producing more false positives in winter when genuine typhus would be more prevalent. They even referred some of those they’d injected with dead antibodies to other doctors, who would dutifully go on to report the fake typhus cases themselves.
Soon the case count rose to the point that their region was declared an ‘epidemic area,’ and tada, no Nazis.
The Germans were many things, but they weren’t dumb, and they couldn’t help but notice that nobody was actually dying. They sent a team to check things out.
Lazowski assembled the town's sickest-looking ppl (who he’d injected with harmless bacteria of course) & put them in a slummy building. One look at this & the Nazis thought “I’d rather be elsewhere please.” A couple of tests, which of course proved positive, & they hightailed it.
Lazowski and Matulewicz saved, on a rough estimate 8,000 people with this safe haven from the Germans over three years of occupation with a harmless bacteria injection.
Lesson: if you’re brave enough, all manner of ways exist to fight oppression. And not all involve fighting.
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Here are the notice boards for residents in my part of London. Note the material about proposed new building. Not “discuss” or “debate” - “STOP.”
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One wonders if this is a suitable use of council-provided facilities meant for *information,* not campaigning. Certainly other political campaigns don’t get to use them to promote their own causes, & assume that everyone agrees with them in so doing.
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I tend to favour more development in central London. I accept it’s part & parcel of the choice I made to live here rather than further out.
I also accept I’m in a minority (of residents). But you wouldn’t even think there *was* another point of view from this, would you?
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This is the story of the man who fought for, & then against, & then for, the monarchy.
Thomas Fairfax was born to Yorkshire gentry. He learnt his army trade fighting for the Protestants in Holland, & then served his King commanding cavalry against the Scots.
Keen to avoid conflict between Crown and Parliament, he sought compromise in the crisis of 1641-1642. But when push came to shove and war came, he was for Parliament.
Fairfax and his family led Parliamentary supporters in the north, fighting significant Royalist forces for over a year, thus preventing them from marching into the southern shires to help Charles.
The siege of Malta had many heroes. The island was awarded a collective George Cross by George VI for its courageous resistance. Today (hat tip @FredBarboo), the story of one of those heroes: George Beurling, the Falcon of Malta.
Though he had plenty of flying hours when war was declared & had passed commercial pilot exams, the air force of his native Canada required academic qualifications he lacked, so the determined Beurling took the hazardous sea journey to the UK to join the RAF.
His trainer paid tribute to Buerling’s skills as a pilot, and the fact that he was a great shot. Importantly for our purposes, he was also brave as hell.
Dunkirk is well known to the British for very good reason. Less well known to us, but not to the Dunkerqueois, is the story of Jean Bart, the foremost French corsair.
When this part of coastal northern France belonged to the Spanish Netherlands, Jean Bart was born into a seafaring family. Aged 12, he joined the Dutch Navy, to fight the British, who were occupying Dunkirk.
He learned his trade with the Dutch and learned it well. But soon enough Dunkirk was French, & the 1672 war between France & the Netherlands began, so he fought for the French. Denied a commission as they were then restricted to the nobility, he became a privateer.
A Göring is our subject today. Not Hermann the Nazi Göring. Albert the anti-Nazi Göring, his younger brother.
The Görings were a well established family, but lacked cash. They lived in a couple of fine properties with Albert & Hermann’s godfather, who was, as it happens, of Jewish descent.
Said godfather had an affair with their mother, before Albert was born, & Albert may or may not have been his son.
(Albert’s daughter says he believed it. The dates don’t work given time spent in different countries by the parties concerned… Perhaps he just devoutly wished it.)