Sometimes the news we receive on a daily basis can be quite depressing. How should we respond? Should we absorb it all and prepare for the worst? Should we shrug it off and ignore it, focusing on the better side of life? Or is the true answer to say "it all depends on the circumstances"? Our member George Moschytz offers us a real-life case study and invites us to draw our own conclusions.
Good News, Bad News
I was talking to a friend recently and he
proudly told me that he does not listen to the news or read the newspaper
because “there’s nothing but bad news—and who needs that?” He told me that a journalist friend of his
once tried an experiment. For several weeks he would try to print only good
news—and the sale of his paper plummeted. Why is it that people only want to
read bad news, he asked? The question intrigued me. I answered that it could be
as a safety mechanism to be aware of ‘trouble' when it arises and, by being
prepared, to be able to react to it as sensibly as possible. I illustrated my
point by telling him the following true story of a Jewish family during World War
II.
The father, a successful medical practitioner, lived with his wife and four children in a peaceful university town in South Germany. He had grown up in Berlin, “a city in which he did not experience any antisemitism”; she in Leipzig where she had experienced a lot. They married in the late 1920s, just a few years before Adolph Hitler came to power. Besides being a strictly orthodox Jew, the father was thoroughly familiar with, and appreciative of, the German culture of Goethe and Schiller. He was convinced that this Germany, for whose army he had unquestioningly volunteered in the first world war and had been badly wounded several times—as well as receiving the Iron Cross for bravery—would throw out this lunatic Nazi regime within half a year.
The mother, who had never trusted the
country of her birth, was fascinated by the up-and-coming Zionist movement, and
automatically belonged to the religious Zionist ‘Blau Weiss’ youth movement
(Mizrachi). She followed the ominously gathering clouds of antisemitism in
Germany closely and took them very seriously. The father, being thoroughly absorbed
in his work as a highly regarded medical practitioner and with the health of
his patients, remained optimistic about Germany’s democratic future, and
somehow remained unaware of the slowly progressing catastrophe of the growing
Nazi regime. Furthermore, he relied on his patriotic army service during WWI and
on his being honored with the Iron Cross. Besides, as a war hero and an invalid,
he was convinced that the regime would not touch him, nor his family. Thus he ignored
the increasingly bad news, assuming that it would surely turn into good news within
a matter of months. The mother, being the housewife of Herr Doktor, and joining
other Frau Doktors at a weekly Kaffeeklatsch (tea party), was all too
aware of the goings-on outside the bubble that the father had built for himself
and his family. This awareness was all the sharper after she was abruptly left out of the invitation
to the weekly Kaffeeklatch. To the father she was only “listening to the
bad news”; to the mother, he was either not listening or if indeed he was, he was
picking out the increasingly rare remnants of “good news”.
In early
October 1938, the mother’s gnawing intuition, fed by her consistent pursuit of
the increasingly bad news, left no doubt in her mind. Somehow, she was
convinced that‘something terrible was about to happen, and that when it did, it
would hit the men first. So she urged her husband to go to Switzerland, to the
place where he had been treated for his war-time wounds, and pretend that he was
going there for a medical checkup. Despite his reservations, he reluctantly
went, leaving his 37 year old wife and their four children ages 9, 7, 4, and 2,
behind.
Sure enough, on the night of Thursday, 9 November, 1938 (28 Cheshvan, 5700) two Gestapo officers (Geheime STAatsPOlizei, or Secret State Police) banged furiously on the front door of their apartment, screaming “Aufmachen!” (“Open!”). The feared and ruthless Gestapo were looking for her husband! She calmly told them that her husband was in Switzerland for a medical check-up for the wounds he had sustained during the war. The Gestapo rampaged through the apartment, frantically looking for her husband in every room, corner, and cupboard, ignoring her claim that he was in Switzerland. She, a frail and somewhat timid lady, bravely stood in front of the door of one room and fearlessly said: “you are not going into this room, my children are sleeping in there!”. Miraculously, they did not go in, thus avoiding what would have been a traumatic experience for the children. Thanks to the mother’s premonition and courage, the family had just survived the first nationwide pogrom in Germany, later known as the Kristallnacht, or Night of Broken Glass. The latter refers to the radical and deliberate shattering of home-windows, storefront-windows and any other breakable objects reachable by the Nazi maniacal mobs (Kristallnacht can be considered the beginning of the German-inspired Holocaust. In a way, it saved the life of this family and of thousands of other Jewish families who had refused to read the bad news earlier on. Kristallnacht finally drove home the severity of the situation for Jews in Germany and in the surrounding similarly ‘inspired’ countries).
However,
this was not the end for this family. The mother immediately sent the nine-year-old
son and his seven-year-old sister with their non-Jewish maid to the
German-Swiss border, where they were received by the father. For money one
could still obtain reluctant ‘favors’ from some non-Jewish Germans, especially because
whatever was left behind was eagerly grabbed by the neighbors, maids, and
whoever else could lay their hands on whatever was left behind. The mother stayed
behind with their four-year-old little boy and two-year-old baby girl. She
hurriedly scrambled to gather whatever she could in terms of papers,
belongings, and valuables, without rousing the attention of the officials, it being
forbidden for Jews to try to leave Germany after Kristallnacht at the
risk of immediate imprisonment or worse. One obvious reason for this was to
prevent Jews from describing to the outside world the murderous regime and its
restrictions for, and persecution of, any and every Jew in Germany.
Several weeks later the mother locked the front door of her fully and comfortably furnished apartment, as well as of the completely and functionally installed doctor’s office, never to see a shred of any of it again in her lifetime. By a stroke of luck her still valid German passport did not show her Jewish identity by the large red letter ‘J’ stamped on the front passport page of every Jew. Nor did she have the name ‘Sarah’ that was handwritten over the name of every Jewish female—as was the name ‘Israel’ handwritten over the name of every Jewish male—on the front page of their respective passports. If omitted and caught, this too was severely punishable by imprisonment, or worse (with the onset of the war the passports of all German Jews were automatically declared invalid, making them stateless at the stroke of a pen! The insane order with regard to the Sarah and Israel names for all Jews was decreed by the murderous government of a nation whose hatred of the Jewish people knew no bounds, and had lost complete control of all reason).
The mother left
her locked-up and permanently abandoned German home with the two young
children, all dressed as if going to Switzerland for a winter vacation. Based
on her non-besmirched German passport, she had obtained a legitimate family
visa for herself and the two small children. She took with her a suitcase filled
with winter vacation clothes on top, and stuffed with Shabbat candles, some other
silverware, and a few other personal belongings underneath. Thus she arrived in
Switzerland to join up with her husband and the two older children, united “for
a family vacation in Switzerland”. All too soon the Swiss visa expired, and the
Swiss officials informed the mother that she must immediately return to from wherever
she had come—to Germany. The father could stay, they said, because he was an invalid
and had procured a doctor’s letter saying that he still needed more medical care.
The family
had obtained an affidavit from an uncle in America in which he guaranteed their
financial upkeep and, with it, their unlimited permission to move to the USA. However,
there was a problem. The father’s mother was still in Germany— in Berlin. The
father said that he could not leave for America till his mother was safely out
of Germany. But his mother had no intention of leaving Germany! She read only ‘good
news’—or none—adding “‘I am an old woman in her seventies, and the Germans will
not harm me’” In the meantime, the Swiss authorities were relentlessly pressing
the mother to leave with the children according to her visa instructions.
The parents
decided that the father would stay in Switzerland till his mother could finally
be convinced to join him there. He would then feel free to leave Switzerland
with her, join up with the rest of the family, and then travel together to
America. But where would the mother with the four children go in the meantime?
Obviously not back to Germany, as was by now evident to all. Germany was out of
the question, and the mother was not about to leave for America without her
husband
They were
faced with a terrible dilemma! But a solution suddenly presented itself. Most
of the mother’s family had followed the bad news in Germany (they had also
lived in more antisemitic regions in Germany than had the father’s family) and
had some years earlier already left Germany. Most of them had fled to England
where the mother’s brother-in-law, a successful Jewish British businessman, had
vouched for them all. He would do the same for the mother and the children
until the father and his mother would join them in England to leave for
America. So, with the voucher from
the brother-in-law in hand, the mother with the four children arrived in
England and waited for the husband to arrive there with his mother. Reunited,
they would all take a ship to America and settle down there as so many other
family members had done before them.
The father’s
mother was finally induced to visit her son in Switzerland (“Your son is
severely ill and you must come to visit him immediately!”) She arrived in
Switzerland two weeks before the outbreak of the war.! By then, the British permitted
no ‘enemy aliens’, such as German refugees, into the country, be they Jewish or
not. The mother and her four children were stranded in England. They were
virtually penniless and, due to the diabolic German regulations, stateless, being
without a passport of any kind. As he had guaranteed, but hardly expected, the
mother’s brother-in-law took full responsibility for the upkeep of the whole
family.
Ten years
later, after two brief two-week visits to England by the father, the mother and
her English- speaking children (the mother had not dared to speak the enemy
language with them), she and her four children—now ranging in age from twelve
to nineteen—were reunited in Switzerland with their father and his mother. The
children were estranged from their German speaking father. There had been no communication,
written or otherwise, beyond the borders of neutral Switzerland and its
surrounding Nazi-held neighbors. A slow, and not unpainful, re-bonding process
of several years began for the family. The price of not listening to “bad news”
ten years earlier was a terrible one!
So, is my
friend wrong for not following the present-day news because it is all bad? Not
really! Stories like the one above have been repeated in the diaspora for
Jewish families in a thousand different ways throughout the last two thousand
years. There is hardly a country in Europe that has not, at one time or another,
and in one way or another, thrown out its defenseless Jewish citizens—and with outcomes
all too often far worse than the one described above. For the first time in two
thousand years we live in a country— our country—that will defend our security
and freedom. We can trust its government that it will never throw us out,
whether we voted for this one or another. We can be sure of this,
whether we like the government or not, and whether the news is good or bad. So
yes, we can now afford not to listen to the news, good or bad!
Oh, and by the way, the family in the story above is my family— I was the four-year-old boy at its beginning…
