Poor Jews who had nothing but their new-made graves were driven away from the stations.
Perhaps it was wrong of us to think of our Gentile neighbors as a different species of beings from ourselves, but such madness as that did not help to make them more human in our eyes.

It was easier to be friends with the beasts in the barn than with some of the Gentiles.
The cow and the goat and the cat responded to kindness, and remembered which of the housemaids was generous and which was cross.
The Gentiles made no distinctions.

A Jew was a Jew, to be hated and spat upon and used spitefully.
The only Gentiles, besides the few of the intelligent kind, who did not habitually look upon us with hate and contempt, were the stupid peasants from the country, who were hardly human themselves.

They lived in filthy huts together with their swine, and all they cared for was how to get something to eat.

It was not their fault.