some Arabs passed by and saw me. They clenched their fists and br

waved them in my direction. I ran back to my hiding place, br

waiting to be rescued. . . .”

Meanwhile, the mob has moved on to new “adventures,” br

the home of Moshe Goldschmidt, a Habad Hasid, thirty-one, br

from Yaktrinoslav, Russia. Some fifteen people are hiding in his br

house, and as the doors are broken down, they escape by jump- br

ing down into the adjoining yard. Moshe Goldschmidt, how- br

ever, apparently counting on being able to appeal to the pity and br

mercy of the Arabs, remains behind. He falls to his knees and br

pleads with the Arabs, who only laugh at him and humiliate him br

before killing him in a brutal and indescribable manner.

In the Grodzinski home there are only three people. Moshe br

Grodzinski, fifty-four, of Warsaw, is the director of the yeshiva. br

He is killed with the first charge of the Arabs. Shragai Feivel br

Mitevsky, twenty-five, a yeshiva student from Lawdowa, Po- br

land, is brutally wounded and dies a few days later in Jerusalem. br

The house is looted and wrecked. On to the worst of the horrors.

The mob is drunk on murder and brutality. Its cruelty is br

fed by atrocity. The scholar Reb Bezalel Smarik, from Zhitel in br

Lithuania, is seventy-three. The Arabs drag him outside and kill br

him obscenely on the doorstep of his home. Inside they murder br

three North American yeshiva students: Binyamin Halevi Horo- br

witz, twenty, of New York; Tzvi Halevi Freuman, twenty-one, br

from Canada; and twenty-two-year-old Memphis-born David br

Scheinberg.

They now burst into the adjoining home of Shlomo Unger. br

The twenty-six-year-old Unger is a huge man, a mechanic, from br

Zgug, Poland. He looked like a Gentile and the mob pauses. br

One shouts at him: “Are you a Christian?” He can say yes and br

save his life. He looks with contempt at the mob of Arabs and br

says, “I am a Jew!” They leap on him with fury, his courage br

maddening them. They attack his wife; she loses her mind and br

dies a few days later. They leave two orphans, one two years old br

and the other two months. . . .

More, more! The baker Noah Imerman, from Slutzk and br

Slobodka, is killed as the Arabs thrust his head into the oven. br

Nahman Segal, thirty, of Skola, Poland, watches in horror as his br

Arab landlord opens the doors for the mob. He is holding his br

three-year-old child, Menachem. An Arab ax cuts through his br