Erna Gorman

"  I never wanted to talk about what had happened to me during the war.  But something happened.  I remembered watching skinheads being interviewed wearing German uniforms with their arms raised saying that they were here to finish Hitler’s work.  It was very disturbing.   I never talked about my experiences to my family or to others.  I decided to talk about what I had gone through.   I made a tape and I sat my family down to watch the tape I had made.  I left the house for... (continued below)"

Name at birth
Erna Blitzer
Date of birth
08/16/1934
Where were you born?
Name of father, occupation
Jacob Krolik Blitzer (adopted his mother’s maiden name Blitzer when he left Poland for France), Small merchant, sold rags
Maiden name of mother, occupation
Malka Antler, Homemaker
Immediate family (names, birth order)
Parents, sister Suzanne (6 years older) and me
How many in entire extended family?
About 60
Who survived the Holocaust?
My father, sister and I survived. Three cousins in Belgium survived; one cousin lived in the forest.
 When I was almost 6 years old, sometime around 1939, we went to Rozwadow, Poland to attend a family wedding.  Metz was near the German border and there were greater restrictions taking place against Jews.  My family thought Poland would be a better place for us.
 
We were living in Rozwadow.  The Germans invaded and in 1942, the Germans created a ghetto there.  Families would disappear from one day to another.  Gentile neighbors had taken over the entire apartment building.  I was 8 years old and remember seeing the fear in my parents’ faces.  I remember neighbors threatening us in Polish; we fled to Monasterzyska, the town in the Ukraine where my mother was born and where we had family.  It was under Russian control however soon the Germans came in and established a ghetto.  Entire families were taken away.  My very religious grandfather and his family were taken away to do hard labor and were never seen again.  We were then taken to Buczacz and then to Borki.  
 
In the ghettos, we dug bunkers under the floor to hide from the Germans during Aktionen, actions, or round-ups.  My parents used cups to dig small hiding places under the floor.  The Germans would scream, “Raus, raus, Juden raus” (Out, out, Jews out).  They would come in and thump the floor.  
 
I remember the first time in the bunker.  My mother grabbed me, her body was trembling; my father and my sister followed me.  We were clustered together.  I never cried, I would lose my vitals.  We stayed there for a few hours until they cleared.  It felt like we were in a tomb.  There was no air.  As a child of 5 or 6 years of age, I understood you had to be silent and invisible in order to survive.  We lived in fear all of the time in the ghetto.  The curtains were always drawn; we were never allowed to go out.  I remember being told; if someone comes to the door, hide.  
 
After Borki, my father found a farmer who was willing to hide us for a short period of time, this turned into two years.  We lived in a hayloft in a locked barn.  After the living in the hayloft, I lost my speech.  Silence became imperative at all times.  We communicated in whispers.  We sat on a blanket, our bodies became atrophied.  When the Russians came close by, the farmer said we had to leave.  We were “dead,’ our inner bodies were totally devoid.  We couldn’t speak, we had lice, vermin.  For two years, we never washed; the farmer gave us the minimum to survive.  
 
We crawled through the snow in the middle of the night to the road.  There was a battle going on.  My mother was hit.  The Russians took her to another village to the infirmary.  My mother was on a cot away from the other patients.  I was mute, totally mute. We were emotionally dead people at that time.  I remember the caregiver saying “Zhidova,” Jew in Ukrainian.  They never cleaned us from our plague of lice and vermin.  That had been our daily battle, to squeeze each other’s lice off.  My mother died, we buried her in a shallow grave.  
 
We continued with the Russian army.  They took us to Kattowice and from there back to France.  We took a girl with us who had no one, Esther Grabbler.  My father knew Esther had an aunt in Israel and contacted her.  Esther moved to Israel and helped build modern hospital emergency rooms there. My father was a broken man who could no longer work.  He couldn’t support my older sister, she eventually got married.  At the age of 10 ½, I went to school for the first time.  I was put in the first grade.  The kids called me a dirty Jew and I froze in fear, nothing would go into my brain.  I stopped going to school and became self-educated.  I was a bright girl and learned to speak seven languages.  
 
On December 12, 2009, Erna Gorman received an honorary Doctorate in Education from Northern Michigan University in Marquette, Michigan in the Upper Peninsula for her educational contributions to NMU in Holocaust education.  Erna gave the commencement address.
Name of Ghetto(s)
Where were you in hiding?
A barn hayloft near Borki
When did you come to the United States?
1953
Where did you settle?
Detroit, Michigan
How is it that you came to Michigan?
My father and I moved to Detroit through my aunt’s sponsorship
Spouse
Herb Gorman, Engineer, businessman
Children
Mark, neurologist, stroke specialist and Robert, attorney
Grandchildren
Three: Julia, Lily, and Sidney
What do you think helped you to survive?
I don’t know why I was spared. Destiny, fate, karma, I don’t know. I am deeply Jewish. Perhaps my inner strength and my inner pride. My mother and my father. Also, I knew what to do to survive.
What message would you like to leave for future generations?
 
I never wanted to talk about what had happened to me during the war.  But something happened.  I remembered watching skinheads being interviewed wearing German uniforms with their arms raised saying that they were here to finish Hitler’s work.  It was very disturbing.   I never talked about my experiences to my family or to others.  I decided to talk about what I had gone through.   I made a tape and I sat my family down to watch the tape I had made.  I left the house for a few hours.  When I came back, all three of them were crying.  I felt a responsibility to do something, to speak out, to repay my parents for saving me, to give a voice to my family, to my people, even to the farmer who saved our lives.  I owe them all.  I speak at the Holocaust Memorial Center and try to reach the younger people not to be prejudiced.
 
A human being has to look within themselves to see if they would want these things to happen to themselves.  Prejudice, scapegoating, and hatred produce evil.  Each person can make a difference in the life of another.  Give a hand to somebody else.                                  


Interviewer:
Charles Silow
Interview date:
11/25/2009
To learn more about this survivor, please visit:
The Voice/Vision Holocaust Survivor Oral History Archive, University of Michigan
https://holocaust.umd.umich.edu/blitzer/

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