The Nine by Gwen Strauss tells the historical account of nine female political prisoners who escape their Nazi guards while on a death march during the last days of WWII. These nine women were imprisoned for participating in the French Resistance. This book chronicles:
• First their treatment in Ravensbrück, a concentration camp.
• Later their attempts to sabotage the munitions they were making at a factory in Leipzig
while being held in a work camp.
• Finally, their harrowing journey across Germany searching for the front, allied troops, and a way home.
This group of women included six French women, two Dutch women and one Spanish woman. Along the journey the author, Gwen Strauss, who is Hélène’s great niece, tells us about all nine women’s lives before the war and during the war, including their various contributions to the Resistance. Some of them hid Jewish children within the foster care system. Some were curriers. One leads people hiking across the Pyrenees, to freedom in Spain. This historical account blew my mind. I received this galley from St. Martin’s Press after winning a Goodreads giveaway.
I’ve recently read several novels set in France during WWII concerning women involved in the French Resistance. I love it when the books I’m reading and/or the subject I’m studying connects and each separate book bolsters my understanding of the subject as a whole. That is what happened while reading these books during Women’s History Month. While reading The Nine, my understanding of how little information Europeans had about the genocide coalesced in my mind. The misinformation Nazis spread about the people who were being deported to concentration camps was designed to distract the public from what was really happening. Locals were led to believe the people being arrested and deported were criminals. Often the women who were arrested as political prisoners for participating in the resistance were labeled as prostitutes, misleading people to think they were immoral degenerates, a negative element within their communities that they should support being imprisoned. In reality, people were being imprisoned and exterminated, for being resistance fighters, Jewish, Romani, homosexual, or a communist…
The inhumane treatment these people experienced in the camps was beyond the average person’s imagination. When allied soldiers liberated the camps, what they found shook them to the core. There was even a misunderstanding amongst POWs fighting for allied forces, who were held by the Nazis. The POWs did not know what was going on in the concentration and work camps. While reading the story of these nine women, I kept thinking about how much WWII changed- everything. It changed Europe most drastically, where you could see the devastation of towns bombed flat, and millions of people dead. But it also changed the world’s understanding of the horrors humans are capable of. A new word, GENOCIDE, was invented to describe what the Nazis did in their concentration and death camps. Not only were entire families wiped off the earth, but the survivors carried with them guilt and trauma that have carried on through generations.
This book was obviously very heavy subject matter, and I couldn’t read much of it every day because of how disturbing it was. Some days I read an entire chapter, and other days I had to stop after a few pages, because I couldn’t go on. One subject this book focuses on, besides these women’s imprisonment and subsequent escape, was the long-term effects of the traumas they experienced. Not only were they traumatized when they were taken to the camps, but they were re-traumatized when they were moved to refugee camps immediately after being liberated. These nine women, while briefly living in a Red Cross refugee camp before being sent back to Paris, felt like they were imprisoned once again. They were traumatized again when they were sent back to France on trains, much like the ones that had deported them. When you think about war, we often think about the devastating physical and psychological experiences of soldiers, but while reading this book I kept thinking about the trauma women experience while living in war zones. Everywhere soldiers go, not only during WWII but also in places like Bosnia, Vietnam, or the trail of tears, women are abused. They are raped and subjugated first by the invaders, and later, those lucky enough to survive, are often raped again by their liberators.
In this book I learned things I hadn’t learned about WWII when I was in school. I learned about how many babies were born in the camps because the Nazi guards raped the women after being deported. I can understand why my teachers didn’t share this information with high school students, but I think that may have been a mistake. When you shelter people from ugly realities, you don’t protect them, but make them less prepared to deal with the ugly realities of life. There is always a tension between remembering atrocities and the desire to put the past behind us and collectively move on. But I think by not looking at our past with our eyes wide open, we risk forgetting, and ultimately repeating these atrocities. I read some time ago that the Holocaust is hardly taught in schools anymore. Young people only have a vague awareness of what happened, and it was less than 100 years ago. There are still people alive who were prisoners in death camps, and we are collectively already trying to sweep it under the metaphorical rug.
I was in high school when “Schindler’s List” came out in theaters. I remember seeing it during a field trip where my class took over the entire cinema. I sat in the darkness watching the little girl in her red coat, cried my eyes out, and vowed to never watch the movie again, despite thinking it was an important and well done film. I had a similar reaction when I saw “Hotel Rwanda” years later, and also while watching “The Killing Fields.” I remember people questioning the morality of telling these stories; of financially profiting off of the agony of millions. And I wondered, too, at the time, if it was okay to make these kinds of movies, and write these kinds of books? Are we glorifying violence and war by telling these war stories?
More than 25 years later, I have finally reached my conclusion on the subject. Considering how little children and teenagers are learning about our shared history, I think it is more important than ever to tell these stories. If kids will not learn about these things in school, we should use books, television and film to tell these stories. I think it is especially important to tell these stories because history has been traditionally told by the male victors. I want to hear the stories of women and disenfranchised groups who have been left out of the history books, pushed to the margins, and largely forgotten. But I think it is important for the writers and filmmakers who tell these stories to do so with compassion, respect and authenticity. I think Gwen Strauss accomplished this with her book, The Nine. The Harrowing story of these nine women is a window into the real-life experiences of countless women who survived the camps during WWII.