I recently watched an American remake of an Israeli film called The Debt (HaChov). I have not seen the Israeli version of the film, so I cannot say whether or not one particularly disturbing scene that appears in the American remake also appears in the Israeli original - though it seems crucial to the back story of one of the main characters, so I am assuming that it plays out similarly in both films. In this scene, the antagonist, Dieter Vogel, is a fertility specialist living in East Berlin in 1966. Mossad agents are dispatched to kidnap him and bring him back to Israel to stand trial for his criminal actions involving medical experiments on women at Auschwitz, where he was known as the “Surgeon of Birkenau.” After he is captured and while he is being held awaiting transport out of Berlin, he confronts one of the Mossad agents with his reasoning for participating in the atrocities at Auschwitz. He asks him, “Why do you think it was so easy to exterminate your people? You’re weakness. I saw it. Every day I saw it. Everyone of them thinking only of how to avoid being flogged or kicked or killed. Everyone thinking only of themselves. Why do you think it only took four soldiers to lead a thousand people to the gas chambers? Because not one out of the thousands had the courage to resist. Not one would sacrifice himself! Not even when we took their children away! So I knew then that you people had no right to live! You had no right….” Expressed in such a way, and by a reviled (if fictional) villain, this bold claim to a justified participation in the atrocities at Auschwitz is, of course, disgusting and deeply disturbing. But, at its heart, it also exposes the thread of thought of many otherwise rational people who look upon the events of the Shoah with similar detachment and judgment.
Perhaps, the lesson that (still) needs to be learned is that, short of experiencing the same chaos and trauma without the benefit of foreknowledge about the final outcome, it is a hollow gesture to second-guess the behaviors and responses of those who actually endured the tribulation of the Shoah. Perhaps this helps to understand the huge flow and progression of literature, visual art, and film that focuses on the visceral realism of the Shoah in the eyes of the victims. As well, it helps give context to the emerging religious ritual elements that have begun to engage attendees each year at Yom HaShoah commemorations. Of these, the meditations and liturgies offered in The Six Days of Destruction (Elie Wiesel and Albert Friedlander) and the Megillat Hashoah – Conservative Judaism’s “Scroll of the Holocaust” – represent some of the more promising offerings for reflection and religious intentionality on Yom HaShoah. Both are very successful in bringing the participant into the empathetic space intended by the lawmakers who framed Yom HaShoah against the backdrop of the criticism and judgment of victims that continues to distort (and dishonor, in my opinion) their memory. However, I have connected most profoundly with the Six Days effort.
The Six Days of Creation is a combination of short tales and liturgies that contrast the Shoah to the Creation account in Bereishit. Inaugurated by the Reform Movement in the mid-1980s, the effort offers Elie Wiesel’s keen insight into the oppressive atmosphere of those times and also the resolve of those enduring it to find moments of peace and connection with each other (and God, when they were able) amidst the despair. Each of the six mediations follows one of the themes of the creation timeline. Perhaps, the best refutation of the sheep-led-to-slaughter criticism is found in the “Fifth Day” section. Here, a group of Warsaw Ghetto resistance fighters gather to discuss their plans for the assault on the ghetto guards. Their young leader, twenty-year old Yehuda, is preparing the group for the fight. One of his men has challenged him about their lack of weapons. Yehuda drifts into thought, reflecting on the eternally stacked odds against Jewish warriors. Elie Wiesel opens up Yehuda’s thoughts for us to peer inside: “The resistance movements in occupied Europe all received aid or encouragement – except for the Jews who did not receive help from the Free World. …Why, Lord, did they discriminate against the Jewish fighters? Why were they doomed to oblivion, even contempt? Here and there, warm-hearted men and women of good will had certainly taken up the Jewish cause. Some risked their lives to protect and feed them and to warn them of the dangers that lay ahead. But they were few… few and rare. The Jews simply could not rely on much support from the so-called Aryan world. When a Jew managed to escape from the train that took him to Treblinka or Sobidor, few doors were opened to take him in and bind up his wounds. Sooner or later, he retraced his steps and rejoined the ghetto. It was the only place where people accepted him without mistrust.”
Yehuda goes on to recount the efforts of Jews living within the prison of the ghetto to contribute - however possible - to the resistance. Young children, mothers, old men, and capable fighters of both sexes had “…succeeded in holding off tanks, heavily artillery and flame throwers – air force bombers. Day after day, week after week, the blazing ghetto resisted the attack, while outside, in the Aryan districts, people walked about arm in arm and found the spring sunshine pleasant and the spectacle entertaining! …The Jews were alone against the Germans. Alone against those who had denounced them. Alone against neutral, passive, indifferent people. The fighters were alone, and their solitude was that of God. Yet they went on fighting. And forced the enemy to retreat. And showed the whole world that the SS were only mortal; and cowards.” Elie Wiesel reminds us here that aggressive resistance was a reality during the Shoah. Contrary to the opinions of Dieter Vogel and many others who have only seen weakness in Jewish suffering, he reminds us that Jews of every age and station fought for their survival and for their families’ survival while the world turned a deaf ear to their struggle.
But not all resistance can be measured in gun bursts and guerrilla attacks. Wiesel cautions against grouping everyone together into the same category, because armed resistance was not always a possibility. “Don’t divide them into resistance fighters and weaklings. Even the heroes perished as victims; even the victims were heroes. For it came to pass in those days and in those places that a prayer on the lips was equal to a weapon in the hand. The mother who refused to abandon her children had as much worth as the fighter who led his men into battle. The sage consoled the condemned; the beggar gave his blessing; the teacher taught his disciples how to lead a holy life by risking his own: each resisted the Nazis in a special way.” Yehuda, lost in his zeal to survive, to preserve his dignity at all costs, is finally rebuked by one of his men: “No, Yehuda. It is wrong to claim that fighting is the only source of dignity. The Hasid who looks the murderer straight in the eye dies with dignity. The rabbi who chants his prayers as he goes toward the mass grave and the mystic who wraps himself in his tallit as he walks to Treblinka: do not tell me that they lack dignity.”
There are many other examples of resistance to the Shoah - aggressive and passive - presented in this short book. The collection is intended to be read individually, within a small group, or during a public commemoration as the situation dictates. Following the meditations, the readers are given the opportunity to participate collectively in a series of liturgies intended to wrap the memories of the individuals represented in the stories into a ritual, and therein, to open up space for participants to find a connection to the cycles of oppression and resistance that have dominated Jewish history. Friedman’s liturgies are also beautiful tributes to the victims and incorporate familiar elements, such as the mourner’s Kaddish and a selection of songs that help tie it to other established Jewish prayers and services. I was very deeply moved by the experience of reading through both the meditations and the liturgies. Though we cannot possibly predict how Yom HaShoah will evolve over the next hundred years or so - as generations are born with no personal connection to the living memory of those who actually experienced the Shoah – I hope that these future Jews will continue to turn to resources developed during the lifetimes of survivors as they reflect on the Shoah, even as they develop their own responses to the great tragedy and try to find ways of integrating it into their own Jewish identity.
I am curious about how Jews born during the generations after the deaths of those with direct or second-hand memory of the expulsion from Spain or the destruction of the Second Temple or any of the pogroms digested those events. As children they probably would have heard stories, by then already set into the lyrics of song or woven into a structured recitation, recalling the laments of those who suffered but survived, and of those who struggled but succumbed. I have heard it said that Jews are not historians, but rather storytellers; that is to say, in the Jewish perspective there is a context of meaning and significance - centered on identity and group experience - that is purposely applied to history. Where there has been any event of historical impact, Jews have traditionally attempted to find ways to infuse it with meaning, whether religious, philosophical, or cultural. The Shoah is no different, though the scale and the inexplicable cruelty of the crimes pose an immensely difficult challenge. If it is true that Jews are more collectively subjective in their evaluation of history – storytellers rather than historians - (and my observations thus far seem to indicate such) then the ongoing story arc of Jewish experience will continue to absorb the Shoah into the framework of liturgy and cultural identity that has for more than twenty-four centuries both preserved what is unique about Jewish civilization and absorbed the assaults of history, transforming them into opportunities to pause, reflect and integrate.
Yom HaShoah has only just begun the effort of weaving the memory of this enormous tragedy into the immense cloth of Jewish identity. How it evolves, how it is used by future generations to trace their own place in time within the larger ancient thread of Jewish existence and back to this painful trauma might - if we were able to project ourselves into the future to see it - surprise us who live so relatively close to these events. Or, perhaps we would maybe recognize a common theme shared between Yom HaShoah commemorations and how our ancestors transformed their experience of history into something imbued with significance. This is what Jews have done since leaving Egypt. This is part of what makes Jews such a special and enduring force in the larger human story; the resolve to recognize ourselves in relationship not only with those who share our present circumstances, but also with those who persevered for millennia before us - piecing together the stories into the tradition handed down to us - and with those who will follow after us - singing the songs we have composed, reciting our poetic words, and gleaning the wisdom of our sages. After all, were we not originally all together at Sinai - Jews past, present and future sharing in the moment of hearing the revelation and binding ourselves into the covenant, one people and One G-d?
We collectively bear the weight of centuries of oppression, but we also join together with the past and future in celebrating our survival and triumph. We continue telling our stories and, through them, introducing hope and healing into the world. Michael Lerner describes it as “…Jews surviving as Jews, with a distinguishable set of Jewish values… continu[ing] to play our role as witnesses to the possibility of healing, repair, and transformation.” The transformation that has occurred within me since my trip to Germany and the Czech Republic occasionally causes me some disorientation. I have only been walking this path for a little less than one year, but already I feel very closely identified with Jewish values and I’m slowly learning to grasp and admire elements of Jewish culture. Certainly, a lifetime isn’t enough time to fully graft onto the vine and I am sure that I will struggle at moments to understand the Jewish world that I am entering. But, having walked in some of the places where contemporary Jewish civilization both flourished and endured one of the greatest threats ever to its very survival, I feel as though I am better prepared to understand some of what gives Jews their strength and resolve.
I still feel the fresh and deep psychological and emotional cuts from my visit to some of these sites where the Shoah was first unleashed onto my adopted people. No longer just a sympathetic observer, now I am growing ever more connected to the fortunes and trials of the Jewish people. Ruth’s protest to Naomi’s dismissal in Megillat Ruth echoes very loudly for me now. "Do not entreat me to leave you, to return from following you, for wherever you go, I will go, and wherever you lodge, I will lodge; your people shall be my people and your God my God. Where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried. So may the Lord do to me and so may He continue, if anything but death separate me and you." I cannot claim that there have not been moments of doubt that this is the right and true path for me, most noticeably during and immediately following my trip. It is easy to count on the security of life in the United States (even if it is only an illusion), where anti-Semitism, though still alive and occasionally ugly and violent, has never neared the depths of hatred and hostility of its European counterpart. But ever mindful of history, I am conscious of the fact that German Jews prior to the Nazis enjoyed a degree of prosperity that they had never before imagined possible. Yet, so swift and terrible was their decline. Throwing my lot in with the Jewish people – even here in America – still involves great risk. But being counted as a Jew is more meaningful and important to me than ever it was before I was awakened to the severity of the costs. The reason is that I have found in Yom HaShoah (and in every other Jewish observance of remembering our survival through devastating hardships) a determination to continue holding onto each other and to the values that give us purpose. And that purpose is extraordinary and revolutionary: transform the world.
Lerner cautions us, however, that we should struggle against the gravitational tides that would see our story of hopeful triumph and life-celebration degraded into one of despairing victimhood, fixated on protracted suffering and death.
Instead of testifying to the existence of God’s energy in the world, there are some powerful forces in the Jewish world that have been recasting Judaism as the religion that testifies to the existence of evil in the world; that sanctifies the notion that it’s a dog-eat-dog world and no one can be trusted; that people should give up utopian hopes and focus more narrowly on their own immediate self-interests; that a narrow realism based on what is must replace an optimism about what could be; that Jews should become a people like all other peoples, with the same morality, the same willingness to sacrifice others for our own advancement, the same willingness to be brutal, and the same determination to get ours without regard to the consequences to others.
To surrender to this warped interpretation of contemporary Jewish civilization is to dishonor the lives and stories of those who came before us and endured the many hardships, not for the sake of suffering but for the sake of love for Torah and for its transformational influence on the way we experience G-d and each other. But many have retreated from transformational promise of Judaism over the years since the Shoah. Abandoning faith, abandoning cultural identity, abandoning values… many have not been able to escape the shadow of the Shoah and have melted either into cynicism, indifference, or alienation. This is an option for most American and even contemporary European Jews; leaving the community and identity behind is certainly one possible course given the obstacles of living into the promise of Torah. Can we blame them? No, individuals must make these choices for themselves. However, we can and should be mindful to focus our commemorations and public observances on the life affirmations and healing promises of Torah and remaining united with a community that upholds it through the very best of times and the very worst of times rather than allowing them to devolve into a litany of complaints against the evils visited upon Jews over our history. Even the intense mourning atmosphere embodied in the ritual observance of Tisha B’Av is followed by the gradual escalation of the comforting words of Isaiah in Haftarah portions during the remainder of Av and on into Elul. After each point of distress, there is a pause and then a turning back toward the promises of Torah. Should the Shoah require any different response?
We have the benefit of knowing the outcome of the Final Solution. While I find it sad that so many have not been able to reconcile their Jewish faith and/or cultural identity with the emotional scarring of the Shoah, I do not desire to second-guess their choices to step back from the community into the relative anonymity of contemporary western life. But after surviving so many successive assaults and unaware of the nascent Nazi threat, we should not be surprised that Jewish culture in Central and Western Europe assimilated when given the opportunity to do so – first in the military and then in commerce and politics. The situation varied, of course, for Jews scattered among the different countries in which they were established. But even in the liberalized atmosphere of early 20th century Germany, there were many who resisted the calls to engage more fully with German society. Though there are many reasons that Jews did not assimilate into European culture until a very late date (and even then, only in small and scattered numbers and in vastly disparate circumstances), one of the most glaringly obvious reasons was that many just simply did not want to. Whether it was fear of losing their unique identity in the tumult of the modern industrial age, skepticism about their ability to successfully integrate without anti-Semitic reprisals, or anxiety about being rejected by their familiar Jewish social circles, the vast majority were very slow to even acknowledge the possibility, let alone embrace it. Religious Jews and Zionists groups were very quick to condemn assimilationism, for similar reasons despite their differing objectives. Overwhelmingly, assimilationist Jews were viewed as having abandoned and betrayed their Jewish heritage, for which their ancestors had suffered horrible persecutions to maintain. Of course, these distinctions didn’t matter to the Nazis. Religious, Zionist, secular, assimilationist… all were equally targeted for extermination.
So where are we left? While we do not condemn those who have wandered away from Jewish culture and observance – either through the conscious choice to abandon ship or by the happenstance of inheriting a thoroughly secularized and structurally-assimilated identity – we grapple with how to frame the lingering fallout of the Shoah in such a way as to not fixate on the ruins. What must be emphasized amidst the reading of names and lighting of candles and repetitions of the Kaddish is the survival of the people and the hope for a reclaimed Israel and the healing of the world promised in Torah. Lerner continues:
[Obsessing over the evil inflicted upon us] would be the triumph of Hitler. If the Jewish people no longer testify to the possibility of the transformation of the world; if their existence is no longer based primarily on carrying that message to the world; if Jewish survival becomes a matter of preserving Jewish bodies espousing the values of militarism, national chauvinism, suspicion of others, cleverness in advancing our self-interests über alles, nostalgia for a romanticized past, religion without moral sensitivity, toughness to show that we can’t be pushed around, smartness separated from ethical passion, insistence on our wounds as a way of closing our ears to the pain of others – then Hitler has won.
This is the danger of Holocaust museums and Holocaust fascination. The story must be told. But some who tell it do so in a way that validates pessimism about the possibility of transforming the world. …Instead, using the Holocaust as their warrant, they embrace the cynical logic of self-interest that is the common sense of the contemporary society. In so doing, they merely return us to the same alienated and cynical individualism, which eventually creates a hunger for community so desperate that people are willing to embrace the very totalitarian or fascistic forms of community from which this liberal individualism was designed to protect us.
No doubt, Lerner’s words are bold and controversial. It seems at first like sacrilege to inject criticism of any kind into a discussion about the Shoah. But I don’t think that his words lack sensitivity or reverence for the memory of the victims, even if they are harsh. In fact, I think that these sentiments best embody the hope intended in the original framing of the Knesset’s Yom HaShoah proclamation: that the victims be remembered for their strengths rather than a misperception of their weaknesses; that numbers be replaced with human faces; that we pause to reflect on our continued survival despite the appearance of Amalek in every generation. When, in Six Days of Destruction, the boldest of Yehuda’s young fighters challenges his argument that fighting is their only means of maintaining a shred of dignity, he does not stop with defending those who only prayed because they had no strength to fight. He linked the fate of those with whom he shared the ghetto bunker to every Jew who ever suffered or died for the sake of being a Jew, of holding onto the promise. “It is eternity which gives significance to this moment. It is history which gives this moment its profound quality, which gives it richness as well as unhappiness. I choose to fight because I think of Abraham and Moses, of Rabbi Akiva and the Besht, of the scholars and their disciples throughout the centuries! For them? Yes. But not only for them. With them. It is with them as well that we shall go into battle….”
I may never be called into battle to defend myself or my Jewish sisters and brothers from the threat of destruction. Conversely, history’s wheel might once again turn and try to crush us beneath it, in which case our resolve and strength will be tested. But living into the promise of a Torah-based life - staying true to the vision of healing that it offers to me, my relationships, my people, humanity, and all of creation - is the reason for remembering the sacrifices of those who have come before us and left us with the immense wisdom and beauty of Judaism that we are now privileged to carry forward. It is a task worthy of a Moses or an Akiva, yet it is presented to me. How will I help to carry forward the legacy of the Jewish people? How will I carry Torah into the world beyond my home and workplace? I don’t have the answers to those questions yet except in one regard: It is with the giants of the past that I shall go into battle. It is through memory that we understand the present and shine light on the future. It is through commemoration of the events that define and preserve our unique identity that we connect with the current of strength that has flowed out of Sinai to our contemporary situation. My trek through Germany and Prague will always remind me of where I first started to understand the high cost of being Jewish. But the cost is rewarded by a rich tradition and a promise of healing that has survived the worst of human evils and continues to thrive.