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The Bleakness of Buchenwald

The place called Buchenwald was not just a location. It was a journey into the darkness of the human soul. For me, the Buchenwald Concentration Camp is where the Holocaust becomes most real.

This was not the first concentration camp built by the Nazis. Buchenwald was not the biggest camp in Germany’s World War II machine. But in many ways, Buchenwald is the most symbolic and most important.

The gate Buchenwald, the Weimar Concentration Camp, reads "Jedem das Seine"
“Jedem das Seine” means “to each what he deserves.”

The location for Buchenwald was chosen because of its proximity to the city of Weimar. Weimar was the symbolic capital of Germany after World War I and into the Great Depression. The constitutional assembly which gave form to a post World War I Germany in 1918 met in the city, and many of its important leaders had roots there.

Weimar also had romantic associations for the nation as a whole – writers Goethe and Schiller lived there, many important cultural works came from the city, and the national theater is located there. But the city was also associated with excess, degenerate art, and a laissez faire attitude that many in the country despised.

When the Great Depression hit Germany, the nation turned its eyes to the right, electing the fascists and bringing Hitler to power.

A Nazi concentration camp guard tower and fence in the snow
Goethe’s Woods lie just beyond the fence

So, in the beautiful summer of 1937, Germany’s fascist leadership constructed the Buchenwald Concentration Camp on the Ettersburg, the small mountain just to the north of Weimar. Among a massive forest of beech trees (Buchwald means “beech forest”) and surrounding an oak tree where Goethe used to write, the largest concentration camp within the borders of Germany was built: Buchenwald.

The “Final Solution to the Jewish Question” that became the Holocaust was years away. The Buchenwald Concentration Camp was built to hold political prisoners, people they called degenerates (primarily homosexuals) and later, prisoners of war. This was also a labor camp – those prisoners were expected to work. After Kristallnacht pogrom, the hellish torment of the Jews began at Buchenwald as well.

Prison cell doors at Buchenwald
Political prisoners and POWs were held individually in small cells

Many of the prisoners at Buchenwald worked themselves to death. From the opening of the camp in 1938 until its liberation on April 11, 1945 at 3:15pm, over 56,000 people died here. For those who didn’t work themselves to death, many were marched out into the forest and shot in the back of the head.

Others were hanged, shot by firing squad, mauled to death by the SS dogs, or died during medical experimentation. And a few were impaled to death on metal hooks. There was no shortage or lack of creativity in the number of ways a person could be killed in Buchenwald.

The white tiled medical experimentation room
Medical experimentation room

I recently visited the Buchenwald Memorial Camp. I was in the area to follow in the footsteps of Martin Luther, learn about a little known painter named Lucas Cranach and experience Classical Weimar.

Another visit to Buchenwald was not on the agenda. I had just had a disappointing experience at Auschwitz and had recently visited a number of different Nazi sites. Once you understand the horror, how many times can you keep seeing it? But I feel there is a duty to see it again…and again. We owe it to ourselves – and we owe it to the victims of our own inhumanity.

The Buchenwald Camp crematory ovens
The six crematory ovens at Buchenwald

Partly out of this duty, I headed up to Buchenwald early in the morning darkness. There would be no sunshine for pretty pictures. I had timed my arrival to enter the camp shortly after it was opened. I certainly wasn’t expecting a rush of other visitors, but I wanted to be here alone with my thoughts. And I was very much alone – alone in the sub-zero temperatures, blowing snow, and the horror.

The concentration camp ovens at Buchenwald

This was not my first trip to the Buchenwald Concentration Camp. In the winter of 1995/1996, I traveled for the second time in less than 10 months to the hellish place on the Ettersberg north of Weimar. On that visit, it was astringently cold and all moisture had been wrung out of the air. My skin cracked on contact with the harsh, blowing wind. This place was hell on earth.

On January 11, 1996 after visiting the camp, I wrote these words in my journal: “The place called Buchenwald was not just a location. Buchenwald was a journey into the darkness of the human soul.”

The main gate at Buchenwald
The main gate with the clock stuck at 3:15 – the minute of liberation

For visitors traveling to Europe, we try find some way to fathom the madness. We struggle to come to terms with a nation adrift on its own boat of insanity, throwing off their neighbors for sport. Everyone connects with the Holocaust differently: a visit to Auschwitz, experiencing Dachau, or maybe it is the Anne Frank house in Amsterdam.

The Buchenwald Memorial Camp is mine. When I think of the Nazis, it is the clock tower in Goethe’s Wood that I see in my mind. When I think of the Holocaust, it is the six crematory ovens in a low-brick building that I see. And when I think of human misery, it is Ettersberg – the drifting now, the piercing wind, and a cold that is almost beyond imagination.

But on this most recent trip to the Buchenwald Concentration Camp, even in the midst of the cold and ice, there was hope – a single beautiful red rose in the snow. Someone had cared enough. Someone had been touched.

A single red rose in the snow
A single rose honoring the victims of the Holocaust

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Tuesday 3rd of March 2015

These are never fun sites to visit, but I think they are really important, powerful travel experiences that remind us to appreciate the freedoms we have today.

Lance Longwell

Friday 6th of March 2015

Thanks Jennifer. I think everyone should go at least once in their lives.

Kenin Bassart

Tuesday 3rd of March 2015

What a powerful piece. Thanks for sharing.

Maureen Baeck

Wednesday 25th of February 2015

Reading this gave me chills because my father-in-law was taken there after he was arrested on Kristallnacht. He was one of the lucky ones because he was there at a time when you could get out of the camp and the country if you had a sponsor. His mother was already in the UK and her employer agreed to sponsor him and he was deported to the UK. He only spent six months in Buchenwald but the trauma of that experience haunted him for the rest of his life.

He rarely talked about it but I remember once we were talking to him about traveling and he said he needed to save his money because you never know when the Gestapo is coming. This was an intelligent, well educated man and he was afraid everyday of his life that this could happen to him again.

Lance Longwell

Wednesday 25th of February 2015

Thanks Maureen. I don't know what it is, but Buchenwald is just special to me. This was my third trip there and I just feel such a connection to the place.


Monday 23rd of February 2015

It is still hard to believe what kind of beast people might become if the circumstances allowed that. History and people should never forget about one of the biggest massacres ever. I have visited Auschwitz as a child and remember it well to this day - we were looking at the human remains and I remember I could not understand why people were dying here. I remember a guide showing us the living quarters and the crematorium, the fences and explaining the role of the guards... I had nightmares after the visit and I am not really sure if I had them because I saw the place or perhaps they came with realization that people were killing others and I could not understand why they were doing it. It must have been both...

Ryan Biddulph

Sunday 22nd of February 2015

Hi Lance,

How incredibly powerful.

I recall visiting Tuol Sleng and the Killing Fields in Vietnam and feeling a similar experience. We don't always want to see such places but should, to see what can happen when hate, or simply, a lack of love, permeates much of a society. You want to feel a wide range of emotions when visiting; anger, rage, disgust, shame, depression, then, hope. I focused on hope when I visited the sites of genocide in Cambodia because like that red rose, people not only survived, they thrived after the horrors and grew through the brutality and barbarism.

Thank you so much for the touching share Lance.

Have a wonderful week.


Lance Longwell

Sunday 22nd of February 2015

Thanks Ryan. We'll make it to Cambodia and Vietnam to one of these days.

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