|Exhuming the victims of the Sarmas massacre for burial, 1945. Photo of exhumation via Yad Vashem, via MemorialMuseums.org.|
Sarmas is located in the south of Transylvania, a region in Eastern Europe.
But Hungary wanted its land back. During World War II, with the help of Germany and Italy, Transylvania was partitioned in 1940, and Hungary took the north.
Hungary resisted this show of Romanian independence. On September 5, 1944, Hungary invaded Sarmas and other parts of Southern Transylvania, which it wanted to reclaim.
On Monday, September 11, 1944, Hungarian troops arrested and imprisoned all the Jews of Sarmas. They forced them into the barn of a man named Ioan Pop, who served as “road overseer.” The house would serve as “the ghetto until the ‘final solution’ could be carried out.”
Update 6/30/2021: Found this photo of the barn (house) at the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum collection. (Photograph Number: 00039) Caption:
“A house in Sarmas in which Romanians and Jews were tortured by Hungarians during the Sarmas pogrom.”
The Hungarians had entered Sarmas singing loudly.
The torture started soon after.
At first it did not seem so bad. On September 11, the first day in the improvised ghetto, the Jews were allowed to get some things from home.
But the next day, September 12, the Hungarians ransacked the Jewish homes, taking everything they could.
There was no food or water left by September 13. The Romanians and a few Hungarians tried to help them. But they were kept out, on threat of being shot to death.
September 14 started with a group of old Jews, in their 70s and 80s, marched to the courtyard to “perform…all kinds of dances.”
On the night of September 14, the invading soldiers spent the night gang-raping Vera Hasz, daughter of Arthur Hasz, who was chief engineer and manager of the Sarmas mill.
“That night the National Guardsmen dragged Vera outside, brutally beat and raped her. She fought to defend herself. Her screams and the noise of the scuffle mixed in a macabre fashion with the artillery rumblings that heralded the approach of liberation not more than 18 miles away. She returned in the morning. Bleeding, pale, humiliated, she lay next to her parents and seemed to be motionless for the rest of the day.”
The day of September 15 saw more starvation, more “games,” and more robbery. And the night saw another gang-rape:
“In the evening Vera Hasz was brought again -this time with another Jewish girl -to be tormented and raped during the night by National Guardsmen and gendarmes….’the girls returned in the morning almost unconscious, lying during the whole day as if they were dead.'”
When the Jews asked what would happen to them, the Hungarians said they would be transported to another town to work.
That night brought the Sabbath, but it was not a Sabbath for the Jews.
“After another warm summer-like night amidst hunger, thirst, and rape, the morning dawned with compulsory dancing and gymnastics for the elderly. “
On Saturday, September 16, they gave shovels to twenty young Jewish men.
Those would be used to dig their own graves.
As the Jews were taken to the site of the massacre, they panicked. Arthur Hasz had the chance to run away, to the forest. But he could not:
“Pointing to his wife and the bleeding, beaten Vera, he said ‘Thank you–God bless you–but I just cannot abandon them.’ And he stayed.”
Here is a close-up of the corpses. They were murdered on September 16-17, 1944, just before Rosh HaShanah, the Jewish New Year.
That night, the Hungarians set about their business.
“Mr. Aluasi remembered the eerie silence in the darkness of the moonless night, full of terror to come. After midnight there was an exchange of light signals between the Hungarians on the hills and those on the highway. Mr. Aluasi, a veteran, sensed what was to come; he said to Mr. Mocean, ‘Now they are going to kill the Jews.'”
The Jews had to climb to their graves. If they could not walk, the Hungarians beat them into walking.
- Shot by machine guns
- Beaten with shovels
- Beaten with other objects, likely bayonets
“National Guardsmen, Hungarians from the village, came to their houses and, brandishing their guns, asked: ‘What did you see last night? Did you hear anything?’ They frightened and threatened the foresters and their families.”
My Zayde Buried Them
My Zayde, may he rest in peace, returned to Sharmash after being detained by the military police. He found out that his father, may he rest in peace, had died of a heart attack in his absence. And that his uncle had been massacred, along with every other Jew in Sharmash.
It is thanks to my Zayde that the victims of Sarmas were buried.
- He asked until he got the truth.
- He negotiated to buy land for a cemetery.
- He made sure they received a religious burial.
- He made sure all 139 victims were buried within one day.
- He made sure a monument was put up in their name.
- He hunted down the killers
- He ensured that the killers were brought to justice.
He promised all the credit to others.
He never told me what happened.
In 1999, my grandfather told the story of his role in burying the victims — when Yad Vashem asked him to testify on video.
You won’t find the name of Rabbi Shmuel Stroli in the history books.
This is my way of recognizing what a truly great man he was.
The kind of human being I can only aspire to be.
By Dannielle (Dossy) Blumenthal, Ph.D. All opinions are the author’s own. This blog is hereby released into the public domain.