Reproduced March 26 2002 with permission from Robert Jung of the Atari Archives – Formatting cleaned up and links added Nov 23 2018 – From “Everything in History Was Against Them,” Fortune magazine, April 13, 1998
Only 10 when the Nazis marched into his city of Lodz, Poland, in 1939, Jack Tramiel (then named Idek Tramielski) initially had a kid’s thrilled reaction to the sheer spectacle of the scene: weapons glinting in the sun, soldiers goose-stepping, planes overhead. “It was a fantastic thing,” he remembers.
Reality crashed down after that. Lodz’s Jews — one-third of the city’s 600,000 people — were ordered out of their homes and into a crowded ghetto. For nearly five years Jack (an only child) and his parents lived there in one room, scavenged for food, and worked — his father at shoe-making, Jack in a pants factory. The faces that the Tramiel’s saw in the ghetto changed constantly: Jews left, new Jews came in, often from other countries. Later Tramiel learned that the Jewish leader of the ghetto was parceling out its residents to the Germans, believing that the community would be left in relative peace as long as he periodically delivered up a contingent of its residents for deportation — and no doubt extermination.
In August 1944 the Tramiel’s themselves were herded into railroad cars, told they were going to Germany to better themselves, and instead shipped to Auschwitz. Jack’s most vivid memory of the three-day trip is that each person received a whole loaf of bread as a ration — a feast beyond his imagination. At journey’s end, the men were separated from the women (at which point Jack lost track of his mother) and then themselves split into two groups, one permitted for the time being to live, the other sent to Auschwitz’s gas chambers. Jack and his father were thumbed into the group that survived.
A few weeks later, Jack and his father were “examined” by the notorious Dr. Josef Mengele and thumbed again into a survivors line. “What do you mean — examined?” Tramiel is asked. “He touched my testicles. He judged whether we were strong enough to work.” Having passed, Tramiel and his father were transported to a spot just outside Hanover, Germany, and there set to building a concentration camp into whose barracks they themselves moved. In weather that was often bitter cold, they worked in thin, pajama-like garments, and they grew increasingly emaciated on a deprivation diet: watery “soup” and bread in the morning, and a potato, bread, and more “soup” at night.
By December 1944 the Tramiels were assigned to different work crews and seeing each other only occasionally. At one of their meetings the father told the son that many young people in the camp were managing to smuggle food to their elders — and why hadn’t Jack done that for his father? Stung, Jack studied for days how to deal with an electric fence that stood between him and an SS kitchen and finally succeeded in burrowing his thin frame under it to steal food — one potato and some peels. But when he got the food to his father, malnutrition had gripped the older man and grossly swollen his body. He could not eat. Soon after, he died in the camp’s infirmary. Later, Jack learned that the death was directly caused by an injection of gasoline into his father’s veins.
As the winter stretched into the spring of 1945, Jack Tramiel himself grew increasingly fatalistic. But then a strange end-of-the-war tableau unfolded. First, the Germans vanished from the camp; second, the Red Cross moved in briefly, overfed the prisoners to the point that some died, and then left; third, the Germans returned and then vanished again. On their heels came two American soldiers — “20-foot-tall black men, the first blacks I’d ever seen,” says Tramiel — who loomed in a barracks door, peered at the prisoners hiding beneath the straw of their bunks, said something in English that one Jew gleaned as “More Americans will be coming,” and left. Next a tank rolled up. In it stood a Jewish chaplain in dress uniform, who declared in Yiddish: “You are free,” and told the tank to move on. These were troops of the advancing American Army, the month was April 1945, and Tramiel was 16.
Tramiel, today 69 and a fireplug in build, stayed in Europe for more than two years after his liberation, and many of his recollections of those days concern food: how he tricked his way into a sanitarium to a rich, and shamefully fattening, diet; how he gorged happily while working in an American Army kitchen; how he did other odd jobs for “money or food.” But he also learned during this time that his mother was alive and back again in Lodz. He saw her there but then left, resolved by that time to marry a concentration-camp survivor he’d met, Helen Goldgrub, and go with her to the U.S.
The two wed in Germany in July 1947. They got to the U.S. separately, though — he first, in November of that year. His confidence, strengthened by what he’d survived, bordered on hubris: “I figured I could handle just about anything,” he says. He started out living at a Jewish agency, HIAS, in New York City; got a job as a handyman at a Fifth Avenue lamp store; learned English from American movies; and at their end pigged out on chocolate instead of eating regular dinners.
Then, in early 1948, he did the improbable, joining the U.S. Army. By the time he left it four years later, he’d been reunited with his wife and fathered a son (the first of three). The Army had also pointed him to a career by putting him in charge of repairing office equipment in the New York City area.
When Tramiel checked back into civilian life, he entered a long period of close encounters with machines that typed words and manipulated numbers. He first worked, at $50 a week ($550 dollars in 2018) , for a struggling typewriter-repair shop. Using his Army connections, Tramiel got the owner a contract to service several thousand machines. “The guy flipped,” says Tramiel, but did not give his enterprising employee a raise. “I have no intention of working for people who have no brains,” said Tramiel to the owner, and quit.
Tramiel then bought a typewriter shop in the Bronx. He did repair work for Fordham University and, when he once got a chance to buy scads of used typewriters, rebuilt and resold them. He next prepared to import machines from Italy but found he could get the import exclusivity he wanted only by moving to Canada. It was in Toronto, in 1955, that he founded a company he called Commodore, an importer and eventually a manufacturer of both typewriters and adding machines. Why Commodore? Because Tramiel wanted a name with a military ring and because higher ranks, such as General and Admiral, were already taken.
Commodore went public in 1962 at a Canadian bargain-basement price of $2.50 a share — a deal that raised funds Tramiel needed to pay off big loans he’d gotten from a Canadian financier named C. Powell Morgan, head of Atlantic Acceptance. Deep trouble erupted in the mid-1960s when Atlantic, to which Commodore was almost joined at the hip, went bankrupt, amid charges of fraudulent financial statements, dummy companies, and propped stock prices. Tramiel was never charged with illegalities, but an investigative commission concluded that he was probably not blameless. In any case, the Canadian financial establishment ostracized him. Struggling to keep Commodore itself out of bankruptcy, he was forced in 1966 to give partial control of the company to Canadian investor Irving Gould.
Commodore’s line then was still typewriters and adding machines, but the electronics revolution was under way and setting up shop in Silicon Valley. Tramiel himself moved there in the late 1960s and soon, displaying a speed-to-market talent that has characterized his whole life, had Commodore pumping out electronic calculators. In time, one product, a hand-held calculator, grew so popular that it was self-destructive: The company that supplied Commodore with semiconductor chips, Texas Instruments, decided to produce calculators itself — selling them at prices that Commodore couldn’t match.
With Commodore again reeling, Tramiel vowed never again to be at the mercy of a vital supplier. In 1976 he made a momentous acquisition: MOS Technology, a Pennsylvania chip manufacturer that also turned out to be extravagantly nurturing about 200 different R&D projects. Tramiel, a slash-and-burn, early-day Al Dunlap in management style, killed most of the projects immediately. But he listened hard when an engineer named Chuck Peddle told him the company had a chip that was effectively a microcomputer. And small computers, said Peddle, “are going to be the future of the world.”
Willing to take a limited gamble, Tramiel told Peddle that he and Tramiel’s second son, Leonard, then getting a Columbia University astrophysics degree, had six months to come up with a computer Commodore could display at an upcoming Comdex electronics show. They made the deadline. “And everyone loved the product,” says Tramiel, relishingly rolling out its name, PET, for Personal Electronic Transactor. Unfortunately, this was potentially an expensive pet, carrying a lot of risk — and demanding, says Tramiel, “a lot of money I still did not have.” So he determined to gauge demand by running newspaper ads that offered six-week delivery on a computer priced at $599, a seductive figure on which Tramiel thought he could still make a profit. The ads appeared, and a hugely encouraging $3 million in checks came back.
Commodore got to the market with its computer in 1977, the same year that Apple and Tandy put their micros on sale. In the next few years, Tramiel drove those competitors and others wild by combatively pushing prices down and down, to levels like $200. He also became famous for rough treatment of suppliers, customers, and executives — and about it all was fiercely unrepentant. “Business is war,” he said. “I don’t believe in compromising. I believe in winning.”
Which is what he did in those early years for computers, leading Commodore to $700 million in sales in fiscal 1983 and $88 million in profits. At its peak price in those days, the stock that Tramiel had sold in 1962 at a price of $2.50 a share was up to $1,200, and his 6.5% slice of the company was worth $120 million.
But then, in early 1984, just as annual sales were climbing above $1 billion, Tramiel clashed with a Commodore stockholder mightier than he, Irving Gould — and when the smoke had cleared, Tramiel was out. The nature of their quarrel was never publicly disclosed. Today, however, Tramiel says he wanted to “grow” the company, and Gould didn’t.
Commodore was really Tramiel’s last hurrah. True, he surfaced again quickly in the computer industry, agreeing later in 1984 to take over — for a pittance — Warner Communications’ floundering Atari operation. But in a business changing convulsively as IBM brought out its PC and the clones marched in, Atari was a loser and ultimately a venture into which Tramiel was unwilling to sink big money. Eventually he folded Atari into a Silicon Valley disk-drive manufacturer, JTS, in which he has a major interest but plays no operational role.
Today Tramiel is basically retired and managing his money. From four residences, he’s cut down to one, a palatial house atop a foothill in Monte Sereno, Calif. In its garage are two Rolls-Royces, a type of luxury to which Tramiel has long been addicted.
Naturally, charity fundraisers look Tramiel up. When those for the Holocaust Memorial Museum appeared, he at first thought of it as just one more philanthropic cause to be supported. But his wife, Helen, 69, who spent her concentration camp days at Bergen-Belsen, is intensely aware that both she and her husband survived what millions of other Jews did not. “No,” she said adamantly, “for this one we have to go all out.”
From GoAntiques.com – Page is defunct now
…In 1984 Warner sold Atari to Jack Tramiel, former CEO of Commodore, Atari”s prime competitor in home computers. Tramiel had Atari in the black in 1986, with net income of $25 million on revenues of $258 million. Contributing to the turnaround were Atari”s successive introductions of low-cost personal computers.
In 1988 Atari lost $84.8 million largely because of the discontinuation of certain operations of its electronics retail chain, Federated Group (acquired by Atari in 1987). Atari placed Federated up for sale in 1989, and in 1990 the company sold 26 of its California stores to Silo and closed the rest. In 1992 a US district court threw out Atari”s $160 million lawsuit charging Nintendo with illegally monopolizing the video game market in the late 1980s.
Plummeting sales in the 1990s forced Atari to bite the bullet and restructure its operations, drastically cutting staff and downsizing its international operations. Atari invested heavily in the development of a multimedia game system that would allow Atari to get ahead of its rivals.
In 1993 the company launched the Jaguar as the only 64-bit interactive media entertainment system available, and Atari sold around 200,000 units (at $250 each – $390 in 2018 dollars) in its first year on the market. In 1994 Atari agreed to make its library of game patents available to Sega in return for Sega”s investment of $90 million in the company. That year Atari teamed up with Virtuality Group of the UK to create virtual reality games for the consumer market.
Earnings plummeted in 1995 as Atari cut prices on its Jaguar multimedia interactive entertainment system in an effort to boost sales.
In 1996, the company announced that it was starting a new business called Atari Interactive to make and distribute games for personal computers. The video-game pioneer intended to draw heavily on its library of 1980s-vintage video games, such as Asteroids and Pac Man; remaking them with 3-dimensional graphics and stereo sound to capitalize on the latest generation of high-powered PCs.
The company merged with JTS Corporation that same year. Following the merger, Atari functioned as a division of JTS until its purchase by Hasbro in March 1998. Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak .the founders of Apple computer worked for Atari in 1974 The rise and the fall of the pioneer firm of video game industry…
JTS went bankrupt near the year 2000.
From the Stanford students 2002 – 2003 calendar: Jack Tramiel Holocaust Survivor and Founder, Commodore Int’l. Dinner: Emerging Leaders Dinners provide graduate students with the opportunity to hear from and interact with accomplished community and business leaders. Students and the featured guest enjoy dinner and conversation together, and students have the opportunity to learn about the featured guest’s life and work. Dinners are free of charge.
From an August 2004 Jewish event in Europe: