Achillesstraat 37-II

Story by Clara Rosa Nooter:
Isaac John Nooter; probably the first interned Dutchman in Neuengamme, spent the longest time in that camp from October 1940 to April 1945 died on or next to the Cap Arcona, Lubeckerbocht on 3 May 1945 My father.. Was one of the many who also understood long before the war where it was fascism would lead to. And he was not afraid to publicize it as much as possible. On the day of the capitulation of May 15, 1940, when German troops invaded the city of Amsterdam via the Berlage bridge, he stood on that bridge with signs to warn the people of Amsterdam of the danger. On Sunday morning, May 20, 1940 at 7 a.m. knocked on our door loudly. The gentlemen who entered, a number of German soldiers and a Dutchman, came to arrest my father. The soldiers ransacked our house, looking for papers and when they couldn't find them, they took half the contents of the bookcase, which was mainly Marxist and Leninist study material. My father occasionally got hit but he remained very calm. He was sure there wouldn't be a scrap of paper with information to be found. When I thought about this - much later - I understood why from the beginning of May the stove burned every day in our house and that papers were not burned, but coal. A letter that my mother received after the war states that my father was most likely betrayed . It is more probable or CERTAIN for me that the (secret) information collected in the 1920s and 1930s by police commissioner Broekhof, in collaboration with, among others, the Gestapo, was the basis for my father's arrest. No reason for the arrest was ever given. Also on the Neuengamme camp lists there is nothing about the reason why he was arrested, but he was of course a "notorious" communist, involved with the International Red Aid. The hiding at home of Germans who had fled their country and who, if caught, would be sent back by the Dutch police. He was involved in supporting the Republic of Spain (International Brigade), and looking for opportunities for the refugee comrades who occasionally “stayed” at our house. My father was busy almost all day; he was often away on his bike and as the eldest I was sometimes allowed to go along on the front of the bike. Of the visits to illegal Jewish Germans, I especially remember the warmth and friendship with which my father was treated and for me it was a lesson in solidarity. There were usually also children who had nothing, no toys, so I learned that you had to share what you did have. Because as a well-known agitator, he could not get a job anywhere, our family lived on the support. Sometimes he had to work, for example in Bosplan, or when setting up a camp near Ommen. My father was 42 when he was arrested, ended up in Buchenwald and was transported to Neuengamme in October 1940. There he stayed until he arrived in Neustad with thousands of fellow sufferers in April 1945 and then with many thousands on the Cap Arcona. My mother was visited shortly after May 5 by a survivor of the disaster in the Lübeck bend. My father was on fire, jumped into the icy sea…

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