How to Flee the Gestapo

One of the Comet escape line’s teenage couriers recently passed away at the age of 95. Like Dutch-Paris, Comet was also created by civilians. Unlike Dutch-Paris, Comet emphasized helping Allied servicemen to evade the Nazis by either taking them from Belgium to Spain or hiding them in Belgium.

Both escape lines relied on the dedication and courage of men and women of all ages. And they both used teenagers as couriers and guides. By teenagers I mean boys and girls who were still living at home and going to high school, not young men and women who had already launched on university or business careers.

In every case that I know of, the teenagers started working for the escape line because one of their relatives, usually a parent, was heavily involved in the escape line. At some point, the adult relative needed someone to carry a message or fetch a fugitive. And so a 14 year old boy walked nine miles in the dark to bring aviators from the place where they were hiding to Read the rest of this entry »

A couple of posts ago, we were talking about how Dutch-Paris took care of the medical needs of their fugitives in Brussels and Paris. The situation was different again in the Pyrenees. The problem with guiding men over the Pyrenees in winter in the dark was that it was a hazardous trip even without the Germans lurking around every boulder.

Most of the Engelandvaarders and aviators escaping to Spain by walking over the Pyrenees, for example, were not wearing adequate boots. For two reasons, most of them had rather flimsy city shoes that didn’t fit properly. First, wearing hiking boots on the train from Paris to Toulouse would have looked very suspicious to Read the rest of this entry »

One of the unusual things about Dutch-Paris was that it involved many people from many different nations working together, across borders, in a common cause. In fact, Dutch-Paris routinely operated in three languages, using five different currencies with the odd American dollar or British pound sterling thrown in. It was, indeed, the quintessential transnational escape line because the resisters involved stopped thinking of Europe as a collection of different nations and nationalities and operated as if it were a continent divided solely by the circumstances of the war: pro-Nazi or not, occupied or not.

But the men and women of Dutch-Paris were not the only Read the rest of this entry »

In my last post I mentioned a Dutch-Paris resister in Paris whom we’ll call Micheline. She acted as a nurse to aviators who needed medical help in Paris. One of these was an Englishman whose childhood polio recurred while he was on the run from the Germans.

When the Germans rolled up the Dutch-Paris aviator line in Paris in February 1944, this Englishman was in the apartment next door to Micheline’s. It belonged to a Swiss man who was also part of the network. The German police appear to have known that both of them were involved in Dutch-Paris before they arrived at their apartment building. Both were arrested, along with the RAF pilot.

Soon after the arrests, other Germans in big trucks arrived to strip the two apartments of Read the rest of this entry »

Dutch-Paris’s clandestine medical needs were different in Paris than in Brussels. The Comité in Brussels was directly sheltering and supporting hundreds of Jews hiding in the city. In Paris, Dutch-Paris hid fugitives of various sorts temporarily while they moved through northern France on their way to Spain or Switzerland. Which is not to say that they didn’t sometimes need medical care.

For example, an American aviator developed a skin condition while he was in Paris. It was bad enough that his helpers did not think he could continue on his journey until it had healed. So they had to find a place for him to stay after his companions left on a night train for Toulouse. They also had to find a doctor and Read the rest of this entry »

What did rescuers do if a fugitive they were sheltering needed medical attention? After all, people were in hiding for years. Someone had to have developed an abscessed tooth or appendicitis.
The rescuers in Dutch-Paris, who helped thousands of fugitives, developed relationships with doctors and nurses for exactly such eventualities. In Brussels, the Comité was caring for over 400 Jews hiding in and around the city at the time of the Liberation in September 1944. Not surprisingly, they had the most formally organized system of clandestine medical care in the entire Dutch-Paris network.

The wife of one of the leaders of the Comité in Brussels had been the director of the Protestant clinic in Brussels until her marriage in 1939. During the war, the clinic treated Germans. But it also treated a Canadian aviator and Jews. Obviously, the protocols were a little different for a German than for a Canadian.

Doctors would sometimes perform clandestine operations after hours. Or a hospital might Read the rest of this entry »

An old friend of mine said something profound this summer. The lock down had been lifted here in Michigan, so it was possible to move about, although many public gathering spaces were still closed, including theaters, gyms, bowling alleys and banquet halls. Restaurants and cafes were allowed to be open with tables spread far apart, preferably outside. Everyone was required to wear a mask inside any public place as well as outside if the place was crowded.

My friend and I were sitting outside talking, a good 50 yards from the nearest other human being. She said: “I know this isn’t as bad as a war. But at least during a war you could go to a show or have dinner with friends.” Meaning that during a war you didn’t have to Read the rest of this entry »

Sometimes all it takes to save a life is for another person to act forcefully on their behalf.

Here’s a Dutch-Paris story that I only recently learned from the grandchild of the man concerned.  The man’s great-grandchild was doing a little family research and asked me a question, which led to me asking them quite a lot more questions.

In 1942 the French police rounded up most Jews in Paris for deportation to Auschwitz.   During that time, a 12 year old girl went to visit her best friend.  The concierge of her friend’s building told the girl that her friend’s family had been arrested for being Jewish and that her friend and her brother were at an orphanage of sorts awaiting deportation.

The girl went to this orphanage and demanded to see her friend.  But the people in charge would not deal with a child.  So the girl went Read the rest of this entry »

I am equally pleased to let you know of the publication of another book involving Dutch-Paris: Luck through Adversity: The Memoir of a Dutchman’s Flight to Freedom through the Dutch-Paris Escape Line of World War II by Pieter Rudolph Zeeman.

Any of you familiar with the story of Dutch-Paris will remember Rudy Zeeman as the young Dutchman with the guts to open the back door of the Wehrmacht car taking him to Gestapo HQ in Paris; roll out onto the sidewalk, and run into the night. If you’ve looked through The Escape Line or Gewone Helden, you’ve seen some of his photographs from his Engelandvaart from Amsterdam to Spain.

But those are only the highlights. The full story comes alive in his memoir that he researched and wrote over many years. Rudy took the time to ask for and include his companion’s stories from his trek.  Some of those companions were Dutch; others were downed Allied aviators from across the US.  He went back to the Pyrenees after the war to look at the places he walked across and talk to people who had helped him years earlier. He remained friends with some of them and very generously shared what he had found out about Dutch-Paris with me when I was doing my research.

Zeeman himself painted the cover of his book. He has similar oil paintings of his trek in the museum of the Chemin de la Liberte in St-Girons, France, and in the Engelandvaarders Museum in the Netherlands.

This is a gripping true story of adventure, danger, quick thinking, endurance and friendship. It takes you right into the thick of what it felt like to escape across Occupied Europe with the Nazis on your heels.

ISBN: 978-1734699913

I’m tremendously pleased to let you know about the recent publication of The Weidners in Wartime: Letters of Daily Survival and Heroism under Nazi Rule by Janet Holmes Carper. Janet and I have become friends through our overlapping research and she has been more than generous with her help. In fact, it’s possible that it was the excellence of her French translations of my letters that got me into an archive or two.

Janet Carper has spent years compiling, translating and contextualizing the wartime letters correspondence of the Weidner Family. As the leader of Dutch-Paris, Jean Weidner was based in Lyon during the war although he travelled frequently and shifted his base to Switzerland. His sister Gabrielle lived in Paris, where she was also involved in Dutch-Paris. Their parents and younger sister Annette lived in The Hague. Just staying in touch across so many different occupation zones posed serious challenges. The family had to develop their own code because the regular mail was curtailed and censored. Even when they found messengers to deliver their mail personally, they felt a pressing need to be discreet.

The family needed discretion because of Jean and Gabrielle’s involvement in rescuing fugitives, of course, but also because “Papa” Weidner was up to something shady as well. It was probably the garden variety shadiness of Dutch civilians under Occupation, but it still landed him in jail. So much of the letters deal with the ever day difficulties and inconveniences of living under occupation. But the Weidners were Seventh-day Adventists, meaning they were vegetarians. Their dietary restrictions complicated the already intricate negotiations for food that everyone went through. So the family discusses not only how to find enough nutrients but also the moral arguments for and against eating meat under the circumstances.

Carper has done a superb job of teasing out the hidden meanings between the lines to show us what living under Nazi occupation was really like day in and day out. Anyone who’s wanted more psychological depth to the story of Dutch-Paris will find it here in the correspondence of siblings and parents separated by war at a time when they needed each other’s support the most.

ISBN: 978-1-7346999-0-6