A thousand stories, a steadfast hero

By Gayle MacDonald

The Globe and Mail, Monday, July 31, 2000

Toronto — The setting is a mess hall, made of tin. It is decorated with paper cutouts of leaves and picnic tables, has a cement floor, and is full of scruffy-looking people, dressed in beige, brown and dirty yellow-white.

All very drab. But then the Second World War — and its aftermath — was hardly pretty. The actors assembled here last week, in a cavernous east-end Toronto studio, are shooting scenes for an upcoming CBS miniseries called Haven, the wrenching story of 1,000 mostly Jewish refugees and their escape from Europe to the United States by boat, through Nazi-infested waters, in the mid-1940s.

Suddenly, onto the set walks a petite woman with a shock of dyed white-blond hair and sporting a peacock-blue pant suit, a flowing chiffon blouse and a voluminous scarf. Ruth Gruber, the 88-year-old author of the book on which this TV screenplay is based, is an aberration here. Impeccably groomed, a flash of brilliant colour in this manufactured internment-camp setting, Gruber stands out among the cast of grimy, broken people.

And so it was, pretty much the same, more than 50 years ago. It was then that Gruber, always nattily dressed (“A lady must always look like a lady,” she insists), was hand-picked for a special assignment by her bosses at the White House, where she then worked for the secretary of the interior. Her job: to lead 1,000 refugees out of Nazi-occupied Italy and to a temporary safehouse on American soil — the former New York State army camp of Oswego.

Over a 60-year career, Gruber has written 15 books and worked as a foreign correspondent covering many wars, mostly for the New York Herald Tribune, which folded in 1965. Haven, based on her 1983 book of the same name, is the tale of a three-week journey across the Atlantic on a ship called the Henry Gibbins, crammed with 1,000 wounded soldiers and that many more destitute Jewish and Christian refugees. Gruber taught them English, but mostly she listened to their stories. The miniseries, to be aired in February on CBS (a Canadian broadcaster has not yet been picked), is the dramatic retelling of this little-known wartime event.

Gruber herself is played by Natasha Richardson. “I think she’s wonderful,” gushes the author, clearly in awe of the show’s cast, which includes Anne Bancroft (playing Gruber’s mother, Grandma Gussie), Martin Landau (her dad), as well as renowned Canadian actors Colm Feore, Henry Czerny and Sheila McCarthy. The four-hour miniseries is a co-production of Alliance Atlantis’s Citadel Entertainment and Paulette Breen Productions.

“She’s gorgeous,” says the octogenarian of Richardson, a wicked little smile playing on her perfectly painted, dusty-rose lips. “And she plays it with such feeling … and understanding.

“Natasha came to my apartment in New York,” continues Gruber. “And it was a delightful two hours. She asked me, ‘Aren’t you bitter?’ And she seemed surprised when I said, ‘I can’t be bitter for 1,000 people who were saved. It meant their life, and it meant they could live in America.

“It haunts me that we could not have saved 50,000,” adds Gruber, who has a cameo in the miniseries as an elderly, kerchiefed refugee. “After all, we were an empty country in 1944 with only 137 million people.”

For this interview, Gruber’s publicist has borrowed Bancroft’s trailer, one of those ultramodern RVs, with a shower, queen-size bed and fully stocked kitchen. She slides onto a cushioned bench at the Formica table, tapping her nails on the counter, fingering a large rhinestone-encrusted tiger brooch at her neck. She’s in town to take in some of the production, and to make sure it’s true to her experience. She says she’s overjoyed with the script, by Canadian Suzette Couture, which Gruber believes is a crafty balance of hope and tragedy — much as the real-life drama was.

“After we got settled on the boat, I told them, ‘You have to tell me what you escaped from.’ I knew they were all survivors. The men said, ‘We can’t tell you. You’re a young woman. What they did to us, it’s obscene,’ ” recounts Gruber. “I said, ‘Forget that. Through you, America will learn the truth of Hitler’s crimes.’ And they talked.”

Among their stories was that of Abe Furmanski of Warsaw, a short, barrel-chested man of 35 with the face and muscles of a fighter. He was in France when German soldiers marched in on June 16, 1940. He fought alongside Rabbi Julien Weill, the Grand Rabbi of Paris. Although they were ordered to collaborate with the Germans, they refused and, instead, sabotaged the German efforts and smuggled out Jews.

Furmanski also talked to Gruber about stories he had heard about the Gurs concentration camp near the Spanish border, where 30,000 to 40,000 Jews were murdered. In closed trucks, meant to hold 20 people, 100 or more Jews were crammed, and quicklime was poured on the floor. The doors were sealed tight; no air could ecape. When people began to urinate, the lime began to cook. The gas and fumes came up and choked them to death. As Furmanski put it to Gruber, “The Nazis said all the time, ‘Kill Russians with bullets. Kill Jews with lime.'”

Other stories are decidedly less grim. One of those is the tale of Ernst Breuer (played by Czerny) and his sister Lisl, who walked across the Alps from France to Italy, making it onto the Henry Gibbins and escaping. Although they lost many family members (including their mother, who died at Auschwitz), Ernst found his wife, Manya, on the boat. The two were married at Oswego, had a baby there, and moved to California, where they still live.

Liesl, now 87, and with the last name of Earle, also married, and eventually moved with her husband to Toronto. Last week, she came to visit Gruber on the set. The two held hands. Talked a little. But mostly they just sat quietly, remembering those years.

Of the 1,000 refugees, about 200 are still alive.

At the time of the ocean crossing, Gruber says few people in North America had a handle on what was really happening as the Holocaust raged. “The front page of The New York Times would show a little boy killed in a car accident in Manhattan, and on page 36, there would be a couple of columns that one million Jews were murdered in Poland,” says Gruber. “They [the government] were keeping it unknown,” she adds. “My government’s policy then was, ‘We have to win the war first. And then we’ll worry about the refugees.'”

Indeed, Gruber says she almost didn’t get to take the rescue mission. Military brass doubted her qualifications. But Gruber got the job, made it to Oswego, and after the refugees’ 18 months internment there, also helped them to become American and Canadian citizens. Even that was no easy feat: Many in the U.S. government wanted them shipped back to Europe as soon as the war ended.

After the interview, Gruber lies down for a moment in the Bancroft trailer. She’s still feisty and sharp as a tack, but as her publicist points out, “the woman is close to 90.”

Still, when the film crew announces a break in shooting at the mess hall,and Gruber and Earle are asked if they would like to use the set for a photo op, Gruber is up and out of the trailer in no time flat.

Seated at a picnic table, her right arm around Earle’s shoulders, and surrounded by grim-faced actors, Gruber looks completely in charge. Despite her age, she clearly loves being in the thick of it all.

“I feel that life should be lived fully,” says the woman who got married at 39, and had her first child at 41. “There’s so much to be done. It wastes time being bitter. You poison your body and mind. It’s more important to fight against evil than be embittered by it.”

Talking around the Holocaust

Scott Feschuk

National Post

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July 14, 2000

VOYAGES

During this summer screen season of randy mirth, of death by erect penis, of comical attempts at bovine euthanasia, it would be tempting to conclude that Hollywood filmmakers have about as much use for subtlety and restraint as the purveyors of pro wrestling, talk radio and Pamela Anderson’s rack.

It would also be pretty damn accurate.

This fact may go a long way toward explaining some of the puzzled visages that moviegoers may well glimpse in the audience of Voyages, a French-language film that offers three linked tales about the ho-hum lives of a trio of elderly Jewish women …

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Voyages deals with the Holocaust, but is never about it. Rather, the film centres on a group of ageing Jews, their rather tedious modern lives and their borderline obsession with memories

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The other two parts of the film, which converge in the picture’s final moments, follow a busload of Jews as they make their pilgrimage to Auschwitz and a 65-year-old woman in Paris who one day picks up the phone to discover that a man claiming to be her father — a man she thought a victim of the death camps — is taking a train from Lithuania to come and meet her.

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Historians examine churches’ anti-Nazi stance

WASHINGTON, May 22 (UPI) — A leading historian of the Holocaust is uneasy about Christian apologies for Nazi genocide.

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“Christians were among the very first victims of the Nazis,” said [Sir Martin] Gilbert, who is Jewish.

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What about Eugenio Pacelli, Pope Pius XII, who has been criticized for being “silent” on the genocide?

“Rather than being indignant about what the pope didn’t do,” Gilbert said, “I try to find out what the Catholic churches and churchmen and Pacelli himself actually did do.

“So the test for Pacelli was when the Gestapo came to Rome in 1944 to round up Jews. And the Catholic Church, on his direct authority, immediately dispersed as many Jews as they could.

“The Vatican hid the vast majority of the Jews of Rome,” Gilbert said. Some were sheltered within the Vatican itself, and others were dispersed among the monasteries and nunneries of the eternal city. In this way, about 4,000 were saved.

“If the (current) pope has to apologize,” Gilbert said, “perhaps someone could also thank him. In fact, my book does thank him for what the Vatican did to save Jewish lives.”

Woman captivates students with tales of life in Nazi death camp

LANDIS — “My number is 34042.”

Dr. Susan Cernyak-Spatz can never forget that number. Living through two years in a Nazi death camp during World War II carved it on her mind like Adolf Hitler’s Nazis tattooed it in blue on her left forearm.

Cernyak-Spatz survived Auschwitz-Birkenau, the most notorious of Germany’s five death camps […].

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Cernyak-Spatz was, she says, lucky. When she arrived at Birkenau in 1943, she was 18 years old and childless, good for labor. Preteen girls, women past their mid-30s and women with children went straight to the gas chamber, she said.

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Cernyak-Spatz […] is a retired language professor. She still teaches one course a year on the Holocaust at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte and travels extensively speaking about it.

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“He didn’t exterminate a race,” Cernyak-Spatz said of Hitler. “He exterminated innocent babies, old people, young people, brilliant writers, brilliant artists, brilliant scientists … for no other reason than he wanted it.”

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Then the soldiers started killing them. At first, German SS soldiers forced Jews to dig a pit, then lined them up and knocked them into the pit with bullets from their machine guns — line after line of Jews.

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It also cost a lot of ammunition, which the German army decided it couldn’t afford with a war going on. So the Nazis looked for a more efficient means of mass murder.

They settled first on trucks, into which they packed Jews and ran carbon monoxide exhaust. But they could only kill about 150 people at a time that way, so they built the death camps.

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So fierce was Hitler’s hatred, trains carrying Jews to the death camps were given priority even over troop trains carrying soldiers to battle, Cernyak-Spatz said. When she stepped off the train and onto the platform at Birkenau, the results assaulted her senses.

“The first thing you noticed was an absolutely incredible stink,” she said. The noxious, sickly sweet odor hung in the air with a dusky vapor billowing from smokestacks and staining the distant sky, she said.

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“Then they took them directly in the direction of that smoke,” Cernyak-Spatz said. Soon, those who survived learned what burned in those buildings.

Guards led prisoners into the large buildings, told them to take off their clothes, hang them on hooks. And remember, tie your shoe laces together, they said, so you don’t lose a shoe.

The Nazis had told Jews to dress in their warmest clothes for the journey to the “work” camps, Cernyak-Spatz said. After the gas chambers, they gathered those clothes for their own use.

For the years during the war, “that is how the whole German nation was clothed … in the clothing and property of dead Jews,” she said.

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The mass killings in the gas chambers took only about eight minutes, Cernyak-Spatz said. For those not selected to die right away, death could come more slowly, usually after a couple of months of hard labor and near starvation.

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“Infection in Birkenau went directly into gangrene,” she said. “And you were ready for the gas.”

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Newly arrived prisoners got a bowl — only a bowl, no utensils. They used it to eat and drink. And when they had to, when a guard wouldn’t let them use a bucket outside at night, to eliminate their own bodily waste.

When they had to do that, they dumped the waste out beside their bunks, which were stacked three high. Cernyak-Spatz said one of the first lessons at Birkenau was “to find a top bunk.”

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Between 1,500 and 2,000 Jews died in the chambers at Birkenau every day. Some went willingly, Cernyak-Spatz said.

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She also survived scabies, hepatitis, scarlet fever and probably other illnesses, she said.

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www.salisburypost.com/2000may/051300a.htm
BY SCOTT JENKINS
SALISBURY POST

Holocaust as a Weapon

So, how do some of you address the thoughtless remarks — do you just let some of this go by, do you try to correct the person, or what? I tend to act surprised and tell the person I was offended (or hurt) by their comment, but sometimes the person has no idea why what they said could be considered offensive, and they just end up thinking I am overly sensitive. Advice? Continue reading

Speech by Yossi Sarid

COMMUNICATED BY THE ISRAELI MINISTRY OF EDUCATION, JERUSALEM.

Contact: David Baker, Ministry of Education, Jerusalem.

Tel: 972-2-560-3408, 972-2-560-3700; Fax: (02) 560-3706 Home: 972-2- 673-2221

Israeli Education Minister’s speech at the Auschwitz-Birkenau death camp in Poland, scheduled for Tuesday afternoon, May 2, 2000

THE Honorable President of the State of Israel, The Honorable President of Poland, The Honorable Minister of Education of Poland, Our precious pupils, My brothers and sisters,

How terrible this place is, and how awful this ground we walk on is, the most defiled place in the history of mankind, and the holiest place in the history of mankind.

There is no other place in the world where the ground cries out more, crying out to us in the voice of our brothers and sisters, and the sounds are those of blood crying out.

And when the blood cries out — who would not stand still? We are all here, standing for a moment of silence and we — together, hear the blood cry out.

We stand above the largest factory in the world — the largest death factory in the history of mankind. Auschwitz-Birkenau is the largest death camp of all,

Twenty-Thousand Jews were massacred, cremated, choked and poisoned here in one day. At this place, Satan installed the most sophisticated extermination assembly lines in the history of the industry of murder.

The death factory — Auschwitz-Birkenau — began operating on June 5, 1940, and continued working till January 1945 — nearly five continuous years — until the Red Army arrived and saved the survivors.

One and half million people, the vast majority of them Jews, were murdered at this place, their piercing screams reached the heavens, which had no mercy on them. The crematoriums’ chimneys hid the skies.

I walk in Auschwitz, in the tracks of the abandoned shoes, of the extracted teeth, of the cut off hair, of the misplaced baggage — in order to find the last moments of my family — the Schneider family — of which only a SARID — survivor — was left.

From within this great wail that we hear today, I am attempting to sort through the cries and hear the screams of uncles and aunts, of my cousins, little boys and girls, my grandmother and grandfather. They call out my name, and I hear them now.

Here they are, right before me, their eyes are darting back and forth, they stare at us now. This is our family, the family was devoured and this is the robe of Yosef (Joseph) my Uncle Joseph.

And the Holocaust survivors say that there was and will not be any robe, and that Joseph was never here and that he was never murdered.

Some three weeks ago, in London, David Irving was called a Holocaust denier by the court. This vile person, like his other associates, have told the world in recent years that the trains never reached this place from across Europe — from Poland, Czechoslovakia, Holland, Greece, France, Germany, Belgium, Yugoslavia and other countries.

The Holocaust deniers say that Mengele never stood here on the ramp to identify the twins, and tear them from the arms of their mother and father, and conduct medical experiments on them, as if they were animals in an experiment.

They say that the crematoriums were a product of the imagination, and that the chimneys were a backdrop.

From this place we will voice our contempt for Holocaust deniers, and those who have forgotten it. And our contempt will be echoed from one end of the world to the other.

The robe in our hands is one we have identified, this is the robe of our father, this is the robe of our sons, this is the robe of Joseph — who was murdered.

This is his hair, these are his teeth, these are his eyeglasses, these are his shoes, and this was his final journey from the ramp, the “rampa”, to the gas chamber, and this was the last station in his life, and the ashes of his body are scattered here, around us.

Your presence here today, all of us, of the President of our country here together with us, is the answer to the Holocaust deniers.

And our collective answer shall be: there shall be no hope for the deniers! — there shall be no hope for the deniers!

From this ramp, from Mengele’s block, from the gas chambers — we still hear the voice:

Hear o’ Israel, Hear o’ Israel.

And Israel hears. And Israel hears.