The Holocaust — the term
given to the industrial-scale slaughter of the Jews of Europe — is often
examined in isolation. An event without precedent and without successor.
Certainly, the enormity of the killing, the unsparing barbarity and cool
sophistication with which it was carried out, and its genesis in the centre of
enlightened Western Europe, all contribute to its uniqueness. This in turn
means that the Holocaust is largely viewed as an aberration, a deviation in the
progression of human history.
But in reality,
the events of the Holocaust were entirely predictable and were shown to the
Jews in preview over and over again.
The expulsion of
the Jews from Spain and England in the Middle Ages showed how dispensable this
ancient nation was. The massacre of Jews in York in 1190 and Odessa in 1905
showed how easily a mob could be compelled to kill men, women and children in a
great release of pent-up frustration in times of political upheaval or economic
downturn. The Kishinev pogrom during which the local police looked on as Jews
were defiled and killed, showed that at best police units would stand aside for
the mob, at worst they would be the mob. And the Cossack
Rebellion led by Bogdan Chmielnicki in seventeenth-century Ukraine, in which
hundreds of thousands of Jews were tortured and killed, demonstrated the
sadism, vulgarity and blood revelry that abounds in seemingly ordinary men.
How fickle are
the rules and laws we establish, the order we think we have, the norms and
customs we expect to be followed, when faced with overwhelming evil backed by
unstoppable force.
But the horrors of the past were not taken as harbingers of worse to come, but of evidence that, no matter how dire the outlook, this too would surely pass. But this did not pass. Despite the history, despite the warnings, in the years before the Holocaust, the Jews of Europe continued to live in a state of perfect self-delusion, on the precipice of a complete inferno.
Before the Nazis could begin the process of ghettoizing, deporting and then murdering millions of Jews spread across hundreds of communities in Europe, they had to overcome enormous practical challenges such as defining who was a Jew — accounting for products of mixed-marriages, converts, identifying Jews, many of whom were highly assimilated — and gradually expunging the Jews from visibility such that their coming demise would barely raise a whimper. This all required as much bureaucratic diligence as ruthless inhumanity.
In the end, the
Germans overcame every single challenge with an almost impressive focus and
enterprise. The Nazis also demonstrated a truly extraordinary understanding of
human nature. They correctly posited that the level of hatred for the Jew was
such that they could be systematically stripped of all rights, removed from the
wider population, robbed blind and eventually murdered with little or no public
reaction, particularly when done under the cover of war.
For this, the
Germans had their antisemitic predecessors to thank. The Roman Empire, the
Church with its marauding Crusaders, nationalist figures like Chmielnicki,
intellectual titans like Martin Luther, had all imprinted in the European
psyche a characterization of the Jew as sub-human. He was cunning yet
parasitic, ritualistically clean but plainly filthy, lazy yet all-powerful,
studious yet utterly perverse. And always inferior and most importantly,
unchangeable. Full of paradoxes, unsupported by fact or reason, this depiction
of the Jews over centuries, fed the human urge to see and understand evil and
to find a cause for life’s horrors and misfortunes.
And to allow
otherwise decent and moral people to descend into such loathing for their
fellow man, it had been necessary to not only completely dehumanize the Jew, to
reduce him to the status of a flea, but to also frame any action against him as
a helpless resort to self-defense against a nation of parasites and murderers.
So, Martin Luther had called the Jews “thirsty bloodhounds and murderers of all
Christendom” that had “poisoned water and wells, stolen children, and torn and
hacked them apart”. “Christians have been tortured and persecuted by the Jews
all over the world”, Luther said.
In 1895, decades
before the world had heard the name Adolf Hitler, the speaker of the German
parliament called the Jews “cholera germs”. And what is left to be done with
such a thing but to destroy it? As the Holocaust historian Yehuda Bauer said,
“one does not argue with parasites”.
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As total war
descended on Europe, the fact that the Jews were literally disappearing was of
very little concern. Their vast personal and communal possessions were
harvested, they were confined physically to ghettoes where they were forced to
live as the insular, diseased wretched race that propaganda had said they were
all along, and from there they were eventually taken to be killed — men, women,
children.
The process of
mass extermination began in June 1941 after the invasion of the Soviet Union.
The initial method of killing was through mobile killing squads, known as Einsatzgruppen, that
moved on the heels of the advancing German army. Their mission was to comb the
cities and towns for Jews. The Einsatzgruppen units would move
with devastating speed, trapping the large Jewish population centers before the
victims could discover their fate, then returning to conduct further sweeps,
sometimes days later, sometimes weeks later, but they would always return to
ensnare any Jews who had evaded the initial dragnet.
The massacre of
the Jews of Kiev, in which 33,771 Jews were machine-gunned over two days in
September 1941 in the Babi Yar ravine, was one of the earliest mass killings of
Jews and became indicative of the killing squad method of extermination that
was perfected throughout the vast, sprawling lands of the Soviet Union.
Dina Pronicheva
was a Ukrainian-Jewish actress and one of the very few survivors of that
massacre. She lived by jumping into the ravine a moment before the firing began
and sheltering under piles of bodies before making her escape at nightfall. Her
testimony revealed a revelry and euphoria among German soldiers and Ukrainian
volunteers. Pronicheva observed young Jewish women being violated by groups of
German soldiers before being bayoneted to death where they lay. A mother unable
to control a hysterical child would have the child snatched away by an
impatient German soldier who would proceed to dash the child’s skull against a
wall before handing it back to the mother. In other instances, Pronicheva
recalled, soldiers would simply toss distraught babies over the wall at the
assembly point “like pieces of wood”.
At Babi Yar, the
victims were divided into small groups, they deposited their possessions,
stripped naked in the Autumn chill, before proceeding to the edge of the
ravine. They were then made to pass through a tight cordon of soldiers with
dogs where they were clubbed mercilessly before reaching the other side. Naked,
wounded, bewildered, the victims were powerless to resist and were obedient
without recorded exception. Teetering on the edge of the ravine, they awaited
the fire of machine-guns and toppled into the void beneath them. Some were not
lethally wounded and bled to death under a mass of bodies. Others slowly suffocated
under the earth that was heaped onto the victims at the end of each day of
killing. Residents heard the sound of machine-gun fire from dawn until
nightfall and reported that the killing site shifted and groaned for days after
the massacre.
At the end of
each day, soldiers descended into the ravine to club any survivors to death or
to empty the pockets of those who had been killed with their clothes still on.
At night, the soldiers lit bonfires, slurped coffee from aluminum cups, and
helped themselves to any women designated for shooting the following day.
By war’s end,
some two million Jews would be killed in massacres in forest and ravines
similar to Babi Yar. Every village, every town, every city in the former Soviet
Union would have its own killing field.
In Romania, the
locals grew impatient by the orderly manner in which the Germans were
developing the killing process and took matters into their own hands. In
Bucharest, Jews, among them a five-year-old girl were taken to a kosher
slaughterhouse, skinned alive and hung from meat hooks. In Bogdanovka, nearly
5,000 sick and infirm Jews were crammed into barns and stables which were the
sprinkled with straw, doused in gasoline and set alight. The Jews of Jedwabne
in Poland were similarly shut into a barn and incinerated alive by their Polish
neighbors. In Budapest, 20,000 Jews were assembled on the bank of the River
Danube and shot, toppling into the waters beneath.
The first gassing
of Jews took place at the Chelmno camp in Poland. From December 1941,
transportations to the camp commenced, where the Jews were loaded into vans
specially rigged and sealed so as to direct the exhaust fumes into the cabin.
The victims were driven for around ten minutes by which time they died by
asphyxiation and the corpses were then taken directly to pre-prepared mass
graves in an adjacent forest. By the end of the war, some 320,000 Jews would be
murdered at Chelmno.
Other camps in
Poland — Bełżec, Sobibor, Treblinka, Majdanek, Auschwitz-Birkenau — commenced
operating as factories of death after January 1942, following the formal
adoption at the Wannsee Conference in Berlin, of the plan to completely
exterminate the Jews, in what came to be known as the “final solution to the
Jewish problem.”
With the camps
built and the methods of mass killing perfected, the ghettoes of Europe could
be liquated. The Jews were crammed into train cars used for transporting cattle
in which they would ride across the continent for days on end, completely
without food or water, given an occasional pause at which the human waste and
corpses of loved ones could be tossed out of the cars before continuing onward
to the camps.
In some camps,
the fit was used as slave labor until their bodies gave out while the very
young, the old and the sick were selected for gassing immediately. The process
of selection would take place on the platform immediately upon arrival. Nazi
doctors looked over the human cargo, sending them to one queue or another,
forever tearing sister from sister, parent from child.
The ones selected
to die immediately were led into chambers which were sealed behind them before
canisters of poison were released through chutes in the ceiling. When the
victims ceased their writhing and their nervous systems succumbed, other
inmates were charged with transferring the dead to the crematoria and clearing
the chamber of visible signs of distress such as fingernails clawed into walls,
to ensure the next batch of victims would enter the chamber without disorder or
resistance.
At Auschwitz, human
experiments were conducted on the living, including determining the time to
death from injection with various poisons, the effect of removal of organs
without anesthetic, and freezing victims to see how close they could be
brought to the point of death and still be revived. If they survived the
torture that masqueraded as science, their only salvation was the gas chamber.
Those who were
able to survive for any length of time in the camps existed in a realm
somewhere between life and death, but surely closer to death. They ate
virtually nothing, slept in barns and worked outdoors in the freezing Polish
winter wrapped in rags, and were rife with diseases like dysentery and typhoid
from malnutrition and the absence of clean water. They could have only lived
from one moment to the next in the knowledge that their families had been
killed and that the same fate would strike them at any time. Such was the
deathly pall about them that rats sometimes attacked the still-living,
mistaking them for corpses.
In the perfect
crescendo to centuries of gradually debasing and reducing the humanity of the
Jewish people, the Jews were exterminated in purpose-built camps, industrial
facilities of destruction, using a common pesticide, Zyklon-B, at a rate of up
to 15,000 people a day.
When the Germans
were finally forced into retreat, they abandoned the camps, deploying inmates
to hastily conceal the apparatus of industrial death as best they could, before
killing off the remaining inmates or else sending them on long, winter death
marches to other camps.
By the time the
killing had ended, more than 3 million had died in the camps. The total Jewish
dead stood in the vicinity of 6 million. They died from disease in ghettos,
from poison gas, mass shootings, live burial, beatings, burning alive. Half of
the dead were from Poland, a country in which Jewish life had accounted for
some 10 percent of the total population. They had perished in all corners of
Europe from the Baltic to France, Scandinavia to the Balkans.
In 1939, Europe was
home to 9.5 million Jews. By war’s end, nearly 65 percent of those Jews were
dead. Dynasties and entire families, great sages and common workers, Nobel
laureates and humble students, babies, pensioners, whole villages and
communities, had all disappeared. Thriving Jewish intellectual and cultural
centers like Krakow and Vilnius that had bustled with Jewish life — seminary
students, merchants, families, all manner of artisans — were now reduced to
rude husks, urban memorials of human depravity. The Jews’ possessions now
divvied up between the Nazi conquerors and the locals, the former inhabitants
were now piles of ash in the forests surrounding the camps.
How many more
Freuds and Einsteins, Chagalls and Primo Levis were among them we can never
know. A million Jewish children were killed. A million Anne Franks vanished in
a pit of suffering.
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The scholar and
campaigner for prosecution of Nazi war criminals, Efraim Zuroff, wrote of how
the historian Shimon Dubnow was dragged from his home in the Riga ghetto to be
killed. His last words to the Jews around him were, “Yidn farschreibt” —
“Jews, record it all, write it all down”. While in a suburb of Kovno,
Lithuania, Jews also taken to be shot scrawled a final message to any surviving
brethren, “Yidn nekoma” — “Jews take revenge”. But how could such a
thing be avenged? What could be redeemed from such complete calamity?
Compounding the
Jewish sense of helplessness and betrayal was the collective shrug of
indifference that was the overwhelming reaction of the international community,
before, during and after the slaughter.
When Franklin
Roosevelt convened a conference in Evian, France to discuss the question of
Jewish refugees following Germany’s annexation of Austria in 1938, the
conference broke up with no solution to the looming crisis. Capturing the mood
of pathetic diplomatic indifference, the Australian representative, T.W. White,
explained that Australia would not be taking Jewish refugees, “as we have no
real racial problem, we are not desirous of importing one”, as though the Nazi
persecution of the Jews was really just a disagreement between communities.
A German observer
at the conference reported to the Nazi top brass that “the many speeches and
discussions show that with the exception of a few countries that can still
admit Jewish emigrants, there is an extensive aversion to a significant flow of
emigrants either out of social considerations or out of an unexpressed racial
abhorrence against Jewish emigrants”. Hitler was said to have drawn the
conclusion from the conference that he could do with the Jews exactly as he
pleased.
The killings continued
even after the fall of Nazi Germany and the liberation of Europe. In Kielce,
Poland, in 1946, a mob, which included hundreds of mills workers, set upon
Jewish Holocaust survivors, clubbing 42 to death. There were reports of Jews
being killed while attempting to return to their homes across Poland. In August
1945, thunderous applause greeted the passing of a resolution by the Polish
Peasants Party thanking Hitler for destroying the Jews and calling for the
expulsion of any survivors.
The dehumanization
of the Jews had been so complete that even the disaster that antisemitism had
unleashed on the European continent, the bestial carnage to which millions bore
witness, could not dislodge it.
The people of
Europe had allowed themselves to believe that their misfortune, their poverty,
their war losses, their poor crops and their national debt, were squarely the
fault of the Jew. The Jewish peasants tending the land, the pious, secluded
families seeking wisdom in ancient texts, the middle-class merchants of the
cities, the teachers, the drunks, the scholars, the poets, the vagrants, the
bankers and the children. In the final wash it just didn’t matter how absurd
the idea of their collective guilt was. The die had been cast over hundreds of
years.
The people believed
this lunacy because they wanted to believe it. And if they
were wrong and they had just extinguished millions of lives for no reason at
all, and war and poverty and misfortune would not go to the grave with the Jew,
well at least they have blown off a little steam and enriched themselves in the
process.
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The Holocaust
brought no redemption or awakening. Its seemingly infinite stories of infinite
evil have been presented to us over and over again in dispassionate historical
texts, in Hollywood films, novellas and memoirs. All seek, and all fail, fully
to explain why human beings would act this way to their fellow man. What was it
about the Jews that aroused such feeling that the army of a sophisticated
nation would be deployed to traverse the European continent with the mission of
ending every final Jewish life? What discord existed in the hearts of ordinary
men and women that they would shed their humanity entirely, and seize with
unrelenting fury and purpose the opportunity to dispossess, humiliate and
destroy their neighbors, simply because they were Jewish? These are the
imponderables at the heart of the Holocaust.
The popular
slogan to emerge after it was “Never Again”. This has been variously
interpreted to mean everything from “never again will the Jews go like lambs to
the slaughter”, to “never again will humanity allow the evil of antisemitism to
take root”, to “never again will the world stand by and allow a people to all
but vanish”.
But in the mere
77 years that have passed since the end of the Holocaust, in a period when many
of the victims remain alive to bear witness, we have seen the increasing
popularity of Holocaust denial — denial of the very event itself, a denial that
our people ever lived and died. We have seen new genocide in Darfur and
Cambodia, Srebrenica and Rwanda. We have seen antisemitism arise with fresh
vigour, and in our very days, Jews are targeted for being Jews in our homes, in
our synagogues, in our schools, even in our graves.
But it may be
that just as the Holocaust is not a single story but a collection of millions
of individual moments of trauma, horror and pain, there is not a single lesson
to be drawn from it. Rather we should each strive to take something from it as
individuals. For me, that something is a deep love for the
Jewish people, a determination to preserve and defend the memories of our
sacred dead, and a commitment never to relinquish what was gifted to me and
what was so cruelly taken from our martyrs — the ability to live freely and
live proudly as a Jew.
Alex Ryvchin is co-chief executive officer of the Executive Council of Australian Jewry. He is the author of Zionism: The Concise History and The Anti-Israel Agenda: Inside the Political War on the Jewish State. From ABC Religion & Ethics
Bubbie by Glen Brown
ReplyDeleteI imagine her escaping Ukraine,
like a small bird
breaking formation over unfamiliar terrain,
carrying her belongings in a wooden wagon
under a roof of vagrant stars
and sleeping beneath shawls of leaves.
She bartered away her possessions in Proskuriv,
salvaged them from her hotel sacked by Cossacks
during the Bolshevik Revolution.
She gave up an old world to find a new one
more than five thousand miles away.
It was the prelude of a new life,
and the world lay before her like a matryoshka.
In America, she gave up her surname.
And though she spoke no English,
she learned the language of a new place
while keeping the old one alive.
I feel only sadness now, for her
coming so far to everything
but having nothing,
bringing with her the voice
of an old country with quiet suffering.
The Great War had murdered her family
and her husband’s family
with gas and guns, and for years
she remained silent as a sleepwalker.
Her husband died too before I was born.
She seldom mentioned his name,
and I did not know how to ask.
I still remember her voice,
the way my young son used to search
in soft broken tones for the right word,
mispronouncing a vowel or consonant.
A long time ago, she would have
called my son Doll Face.
He is the only one to carry forth our name.