Here you can read an in memory about Leendert Seegers Jr. one of the members of the Dutch section of the Wollweber Gruppe. Also other members are mentioned as well a reference is made to Helena Margaretha Seegers-Budde. She was the mother of Leendert Seegers Jr. and later partner of Joop Schaap , one of the leaders of the Wollweber Gruppe.

Leendert ('Leen') Seegers

Leendert (‘Leen’) Seegers


Leen Seegers Jr,

In Sachsenhausen I have come to know Leen Seegers Jr. He told me that he was betrayed in Amsterdam, while his mother and others were arrested. He came to the camp from Hamburg’s prison. There his mother died. He told how she sang in the cell until she ended up in a fatal manner through the hardships and tortures. Together with Leen, I was used as a guinea pig for tuberculosis research. We had to inhale substances. Twice a week we were taken for the X-ray device. We were kept informed of our condition, because one was a “pilot object” not patient. After a while, one observed a Caverne as big as a pfennig. That became a 5 mark piece. The apple followed the plum size. Caverne was called that hole in the lungs.

A comrade of Leen, Theo Fleeré died in 1943. A finger was amputated because he had a nail in it. He had t.b.c. (tuberculosis ) and was in my department. From my crib I could see him. In the evening before his death Wim and Joop Zwart and Jan Lemaire have been visiting him at his bed.

Leen was such a good boy. Sometimes he said, “Jan if I do not come home, tell them all.” In the beginning of 1944, Dr. Heinz Baumkotter made a transport. About 3500 a 4000 men went to a ‘sanatorium’. Joop Zwart has even tried to stop the transport. Just de Koch and Bisschof van Heemskerk (Erehaftling) went to the loading station as ‘nurses’. We were loaded, kicked, stuffed in the well known animal cars. The trip was killing. Indescribable scenes played in the crowded wagons with sick, dying, befouled people. In a corner there were a number of moaning prisoners. I still remember some French. Two SS were throwing a blanket over them and knocking their guns on their heads until everyone was dead. That scene repeated itself several times during the trip.

One evening, we standing stil, the doors open. The SS is shouting an order. We have to put ourselves by the wall. A Russian boy, I estimated him about 14 years, is on his way to the ‘kiepelton’, he does not hear the order. The SS approaches him like a cat catching a mouse, lurkingly. The boy draws back to the open doors. Even further back. He clings to the sides of the door and hangs in the opening. A gun flask shattered his fingers. He falls on the ground, a bullet in his head puts an end to his suffering.

An old Polish man has lost his clogs, he scourges between prisoners to find his clogs. It must have been a dumb bullet that made an end to his life, his brains sat against the shelves. With a German prisoner, an Africa-soldier, I have to drag the bodies to the bodies wagons. This prisoner was shot in Africa and crippled. He died in Majdanek.

Were we still people when we left? Mud of half a meter thick surrounds the station. Leen gets a bloodspewing and threatens to collapse. I take him up and splash through the mud. There’s a parade, children, palmpasses carry them. I’m continuing with Leen on my back. How do we arrive at Majdanek, which is a long way to reach the stop (± 9 km), I do not know. We were accommodated in gas and bath room.

Three days passed the chaos, hundreds died.

Do we still know we live? Finally to a barrack. There are already two Dutch, an officer, Hulleman and Keizer, an official of the Ministry of Finance. Hulleman is dying. The barracks are crowded, we lay with 3 or 4 people in one krib.

We go to the laundry room, Leen gets a cough, I think he has spit out his lungs and dies.

Jan van Kuik – Dinxperlo


August 10, 1968, Elsevier’s weekly magazine contained a misleading article in which finally the seamen’s action groups were accused of all kinds of “acts” in connection with the mutual struggle of the emigrant organizations of the Ukrainian fascists called “Ukrainian nationalists”. In the meant article, the abbreviations are used of J.Sch. – W.v.V. – S., where the last letter says: ‘The son of the Amsterdam City Council member.’ It is clear that this is about Joop Schaap, Willem van Vreeswijk and Leen Seegers. In Amsterdam, Leen Seegers Jr., his mother, Theo Fleeré, Evert Hoedemaker, and in Rotterdam, Jan van Schaik and Arie Tettelaar were caught by the fascists. They were transferred to the prison in Fühlsbuttel / Hamburg, where the hearings were taken place and, to the conviction of Leendert Jr.-whom he told me in the camp Sachsenhausen – his mother died from the consequences of the hardships he had suffered.

For the process that took place in Berlin, the others were transferred to (some definitely, others probably but not for long) Sachsenhausen, the infamous concentration camp about 30 km. Northern Berlin in the town of Oraniënburg. Anyway, I contacted Seegers Jr. and Fleeré in the summer of 1942.

On July 25, 1941, my notes were as follows: Arie Tettelaar and Evert Hoedemaker were in KZ. Sachsenhausen, they received the caption numbers 38741 and 38813. Several prisoners were introduced and registered on the day, but they received higher numbers, so presumably 70 or more of the Fühlsbuttel transport had arrived.

The two of which I mentioned the number -that after the war I might have somehow got somewhere else from them-, they probably only had to do sideways with the group of Schaap. In any event, both of them remained in Sachsenhausen while Seegers Jr. and Fleeré were taken into the sickness barracks because of tuberculosis and have been taken back to Berlin for a short period of time for the process when both of them returned to the camp and returned very ill to the t.b.c. barracks. Theo Fleeré was probably dead in the fall of 1942, despite the interference of Dutch prisoners of war. Leen Seegers was sent from Sachsenhausen with, if I remember correctly after the death of Fleeré, another sick, Jan van Kuik, to Lublin / Majdanek. Jan van Kuik managed to get away to Natzweiler and survived Dachau. The correct date of death of Theo and Leendert Jr. as well as his mother are unknown to me.

Wim Zwart – Amsterdam

Source: A. van Luttikhuizen-De Vries, Enkelen van de 56 miljoen, De Anti-Fascist, Apeldoorn 1985