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St. Maximilian Kolbe: Death Camp Hero

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Bede is an artist with a long time interest in the lives of saints.

Audacious Love

The prisoners had been standing for hours in the blazing July heat. Despite flies and exhaustion, no one twitched. Sub-commandant Karl Fritsch shouted, “The fugitive has not been discovered—ten of you will die by starvation.” He then selected his victims like a cat in a barnyard of mice. He pointed to Sergeant Francis Gajowniczek who wailed aloud, “My wife! My children! I shall never see them again!” At that moment, another prisoner broke rank and stepped forward. Fritsch instinctively took a step back and reached for his pistol and shouted, “Halt! What does this Polish swine want of me?”

The man who broke rank said he would take the place of the condemned man. Fritsch took another step backward, as if stunned. “And why?” he asked. “I have no wife or children," said the prisoner, "Besides, I am old and not good for anything. He's in better condition.” “Who are you?” asked Fritsch. “I am a Catholic priest.” Silence. The SS official, known to be unduly rigid, mysteriously acquiesced. Who was the priest willing to starve to death for another man?

Early Life

He was born Raymond Kolbe on January 8, 1894, in Zdunska Wola, Poland. His parents were poor weavers. As a child, Raymond loved nature, especially planting trees and performing innocent pranks despite his mother’s reproofs. After one such prank, his exasperated mother exclaimed, “My poor child, what will become of you?”

This time, her words fell into place. Raymond went behind the kitchen cupboard where there was a small shrine to Our Lady of Czestochowa. He asked the Virgin, “What will become of me?” Later that evening at church, he repeated the same question in prayer. In a wonderful moment, the Blessed Virgin appeared to him holding two crowns, one red, and the other white. She asked which he preferred: white, representing purity, or red for martyrdom. Raymond said he wanted both. The Virgin smiled and disappeared.

In the following year, 1907, he joined the Franciscans. He received the name Maximilian when he became a novice in 1910. His superiors took note of his intelligence and sent him to Rome to finish his studies. By his ordination in 1919, (age 25), Fr. Maximilian had two doctorates to his name, one in philosophy and the other in theology.

The Militia Immaculatae

While still a student in 1917, Friar Maximilian witnessed militantly anti-Catholic demonstrations by the Freemasons. In one instance, they placed a banner under the windows of the Vatican that depicted Satan crushing St. Michael the Archangel. His response was to form a spiritual army whose chief weapon was prayer. He named it the Militia Immaculatae. When he returned to Poland in 1919, he sought to increase its membership, particularly among laypersons.

“His look was very deep – profound, really. In his eyes, there was something I can only call celestial.” Fr. Alphonse Orlini, Minister General of the Franciscans, 1924-30

“His look was very deep – profound, really. In his eyes, there was something I can only call celestial.” Fr. Alphonse Orlini, Minister General of the Franciscans, 1924-30

Printing Apostolate

Unfortunately, his health remained precarious due to tuberculosis, which he contracted as a student in Rome. His superiors nonetheless assigned him to teach in the seminary. It wasn’t long, however, that his health broke down completely and he was sent to a sanitarium at Zakopane to recuperate.

Even as a seminarian, Fr. Maximilian dreamed of a printing apostolate devoted to the “Immaculata,” as the Polish called the Blessed Virgin. In 1922, his superiors gave him space at a friary in Grodno, dedicated to this work. Others joined him, necessitating larger quarters. In 1927, he founded a larger monastery near Warsaw, which he named Niepokalanów, “City of the Immaculata.”

Fr. Maximilian had a very technical mind and the ability to organize. He implemented the latest technology to print several daily newspapers and weekly magazines. Circulation was widespread as the newspapers were free—subscribers gave donations if they wished. By December of 1938, the friary printed over a million copies of the Knight of the Immaculata.

In 1931, Fr. Maximilian established a foundation in Nagasaki, Japan. Notably, he built the monastery on the north side of a mountain, which the Shinto priests advised was not in harmony with nature. When the atomic bomb dropped on the city in 1945, however, the monastery was one of the few buildings to remain standing due to the mountain’s protection. Because of health concerns, Fr. Maximilian returned to Poland in 1936.

German Invasion

Health was secondary in his mind, however, as war loomed on the horizon. This became a reality as the German army invaded Poland on September 1, 1939. The Gestapo arrested Fr. Kolbe on September 19 but released him on December 8. When he returned to the monastery, he sheltered 3200 refugees, 1200 of whom were Jewish.

The friars still published, including anti-Nazi propaganda. The Gestapo responded on Feb. 17, 1941, when they arrested Fr. Maximilian and four other priests. The friars were sent to Pawiak prison, where Fr. Kolbe had a particular ability to calm nerves. He seemed not to have any fear about him. One day, an SS guard rushed into the cell, enraged that Fr. Maximilian was wearing his Franciscan habit with a rosary hanging from the rope cincture.

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The guard walked up to the Fr. Maximilian, seized his rosary, and berated him. Fr. Maximilian didn’t say a word. The guard held up the crucifix and said, “Do you believe in that?” “Yes, I believe,” answered Kolbe. The man struck him hard in the face. “You really believe, eh?” “Yes, I believe.” With each affirmation, the SS man hit Fr. Kolbe violently in the face until he saw that he was getting nowhere. He stormed out and slammed the door.

After the man left, Fr. Kolbe paced in the cell, his face badly pummeled. One Jewish prisoner felt deeply shaken by what he witnessed. Fr. Kolbe went up to comfort him, “Please, I beg you, don’t be upset.” He assured him that it was really nothing and that he offered his sufferings to the Immaculata. Unfortunately, he contracted pneumonia while interned in this prison.

The Death Camp

On May 28, a train brought 320 prisoners from Pawiak to Auschwitz. One survivor, Ladislaus Sweis, recalls the depressive atmosphere of the windowless, airless boxcars; “Suddenly to my surprise and joy, somebody started singing,” he remembers, “Immediately I took up the melody as did the others.” The person who started the melody was Fr. Maximilian who in a matter of hours became Auschwitz prisoner #16670.

For some unknown reason, the Nazis had a ferocious hatred of priests. Among the guards were 30 capos. These were hard-core German criminals given the opportunity to become soldiers by first working as guards. The prisoners especially dreaded the capos for their diabolical cruelty. For instance, they clubbed many priests to death for refusing to trample upon a crucifix.

Fr. Maximilian’s first assignment was in building a crematorium. Due to his health ailments, he worked slowly. Once when he was pushing a barrel full of gravel that was beyond his strength, another prisoner offered to help. A capo noticed them speaking and each prisoner received ten hard blows with a stick. Fr. Maximilian didn’t utter a moan. The capo then made them carry their loads with the other prisoner on top.

Tree Trunk Assignment

From this work, Fr. Kolbe’s next assignment was to clear fields of tree trunks. The supervisor for this work squad was “Krott the Bloody,” known for his psychotic hatred of priests. He forced the workers to carry heavy loads at a jog. If they fell or slowed down, they received a beating. Fr. Maximilian worked on this squad for two weeks, carrying loads far heavier than non-priests.

One day, Krott the Bloody singled out Fr. Kolbe as his victim. He loaded him with heavy branches and forced him to run. When Fr. Maximilian fell, Krott kicked him mercilessly in the face and stomach. Then he said, “You don’t want to work, you weakling! I’ll show you what work means.” He then called two strong guards who gave him fifty lashes.

Fr. Kolbe lay motionless after this. Krott thought he was dead and so threw him in the mud and piled sticks on top of him. When it was time to return to the camp, other prisoners carried Fr. Kolbe to the hospital. His pneumonia flared up along with a high fever, but his indomitable spirit impressed the hospital staff.

Spiritually, in spite of his physical suffering, he was completely healthy, serene and balanced in disposition, and extraordinary in character. Every day, I met hundreds of prisoners from all walks of life – priests, professors, princes, artists, - I never saw another man like him in Auschwitz or outside Auschwitz, for that matter.

— Rudolf Diem, a doctor at Auschwitz

A hospital orderly named Conrad Szweda recalls how other prisoners would crawl to Fr. Kolbe’s bunk for confession or spiritual help. Conrad, who suffered from deep depression, says that Fr. Maximilian many times encouraged him; “I owe a great deal to his motherly heart.”

Surpassing Charity

In the dog-eat-dog arena of concentration camp life, a small chunk of bread meant everything. In some cases, it meant life or death. It is even more astonishing then, that Fr. Maximilian gave away his food portion regularly. Indeed, others wondered how he survived. A fellow prisoner says, for instance, “I recall how in front of the Block, Fr. Maximilian once gave his entire serving of soup to one of the prisoners who were young ‘Take it. Eat it. You are younger; you at least must live.’”

He often exhorted the others to let go of hatred toward the Nazis. “Only love is creative,” he often said. One young Jewish prisoner, Sigmund Gorson, lost his entire family in Auschwitz. He felt extremely lonesome and sought some human connection. Fr. Maximilian sensed it and befriended him. “He was like an angel to me. Like a mother hen, he took me in his arms. He used to wipe away my tears…not only did I love Maximilian Kolbe very, very much in Auschwitz, where he befriended me, but I will love him until the last moments of my life.”


Fr. Maximilian boldly did what few other priests had the courage to do—give conferences and hold prayer services. On free periods after work or on Sundays, he gathered a number of prisoners together and gave them spiritual pep talks. He understood that if the Nazis succeeded in breaking down their spirit they would have less chance to survive.

Countless eyewitnesses say the same thing: Fr. Maximilian was a magnet. “He won us over with his love,” says Alexander Dziuba, “There seemed to be some superior power that emanated from him. When he spoke to us of God, we had the impression of someone who was not of this earth.”

Mieczyslaus Koscielniak was an artist who remembers the strength that these conferences provided. “Uplifted in spirit, we returned to our blocks repeating his words, ‘We will not break down, we will survive for sure, they will not kill the Polish spirit in us.’”

“They will not kill the Polish spirit in us.”

“They will not kill the Polish spirit in us.”

The Heroic Gift

Fr. Maximilian’s self-gift culminated on that late July day, as he offered his life for Sergeant Francis Gajowniczek. Another prisoner who survived Auschwitz was Bruno Borgowiec, the penal block interpreter. He recalls how the SS ordered the prisoners to strip naked before entering the starvation bunker in the basement of Block 13. As the guard slammed the door to the bunker, he mocked them, “You’ll dry up like tulips.”

Every day, the SS inspected the cell. Bruno Borgowiec was responsible for removing any corpses and the urine bucket, which, alas, was dry every time. He, therefore, saw Fr. Kolbe every day and later wrote a detailed account of his experience. He said that Fr. Maximilian calmed the men who were in a frenzied state. Before long, Fr. Maximilian was leading them in prayers and hymns, which prisoners from adjoining rooms heard and joined in. “Father Kolbe led,” says Bruno Borgowiec, “while the others responded as a group. As these fervent prayers and hymns resounded in all corners of the bunker, I had the impression I was in a church."

Unbearable Gaze

As the days passed on, Borgowiec heard the guards expressing their amazement at Fr. Kolbe; “We’ve never had a priest here like this one,” they said, “He must be a wholly exceptional man.” According to the Penal block chief, the guards could not bear Kolbe’s gaze. “Turn your eyes away. Do not look at us that way!” His serene look traumatized them.


Finally, after two weeks, the SS thought the four survivors were taking too long. Fr. Kolbe was fully conscious but now seated. When a Nazi criminal came in to administer lethal injections of carbolic acid, Fr. Kolbe lifted his arm to him. Borgowiec couldn’t bear this sight and walked out for a few moments. When he came back, he saw Fr. Kolbe’s body was clean and bright, unlike the other begrimed prisoners. Fr. Maximilian had always hoped to die on a feast day of Mary. He left this earth on August 14, 1941, the vigil of the Assumption of Mary.

The following video features a man who knew St. Maximilian.

The Red Crown

In 1982, my mom went to Europe for the only time in her life. She journeyed with a friend to attend the canonization of Fr. Maximilian Kolbe. She recalls the sheer excitement of waiting for Pope St. John Paul to enter St. Peter’s Basilica. “Will he be dressed in red?” she and her friend wondered. If so, the Church recognized Fr. Maximilian as a martyr. The Pope emerged—dressed in a beautiful red chasuble. St. Maximilian won the red crown of martyrdom offered so many years previously by the Blessed Virgin.


A Man for Others, Maximilian Kolbe, Saint of Auschwitz, In the Words of Those Who Knew Him, by Patricia Treece, 1982, Our Sunday Visitor, Inc.

The Death Camp Proved Him Real, by Maria Winowska, 1971, Prow Books, Franciscan Marytown Books

© 2018 Bede


Bede (author) from Minnesota on December 07, 2018:

Hi Emily, thank you for reading and commenting. You are fortunate to have St. Maximilian as your patron saint. He happens to have two anniversaries this coming year: 125 years since his birth and 100 since his ordination. He’s my unofficial patron as I’m reading a book, “Maria Was His Middle Name,” which has a daily meditation from his writings.

Emily Nielsen on December 06, 2018:

Thank you so much for this article. I teach at a Catholic school and my class has chosen St. Maximilian as our patron saint. We also support the Kolbe Retreat, which ministers to those in the prison system. He is a wonderful example of love and faith.

Bede (author) from Minnesota on November 29, 2018:

Hi, Linda – thank you for commenting. Auschwitz certainly was a hell hole. It’s inconceivable how human beings can treat one another so cruelly. Nonetheless, its dreadfulness makes such figures as St. Maximilian shine even more. He’s one of my favorite saints.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on November 28, 2018:

You've described another very brave and admirable man, Bede. Auschwitz was a horrendous place, but your articles have showed that some impressive people were imprisoned there.

Bede (author) from Minnesota on November 28, 2018:

Greetings Frances. Thank you very much for the comment. Yes, his presence in Auschwitz and particularly his self-offering was like a beam of light in the midst of a dark night. He's a luminary for our times as well - what an example. The man he replaced, Frances Gajowniczek, died in 1995, a beautiful old man.

Frances Metcalfe from The Limousin, France on November 28, 2018:

Such an uplifting article, Bede. In the midst of such terrible crimes and adversity Fr Kolbe must have been an exceptional individual.

Bede (author) from Minnesota on November 28, 2018:

Thank you Mary – I’ve also admired him since I was young. I suppose my mom had something to do with that. All the same, I had forgotten how remarkable he is. If everyone were more like him, it would be heaven on earth.

Mary Norton from Ontario, Canada on November 28, 2018:

I have always admired St. Maximilian Kolbe. I am happy that you have given me more knowledge of the man. What an extraordinary person he is.

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