Why I Can't 'Keep Quiet'

Hungary, what you've done to your Jews? You lured them into your high culture and made them believe and trust you, and once they were feeling the exemplary citizens of your empire, you gather them and send them to death...

For many post-Communist years, I noticed how Hungary changed from a promise of freedom and democracy into a brown nightmare. Me, among many others, I was naive enough to strongly believe that Hungary makes a difference among its neighbours and cannot be so vilan, rude and backwarded to end up how everything started, many decades ago: with creating 'guards', attacking physically and verbally its citizens of other religious and ethnic origin. My last visit in Budapest showed me how much things changed for worse, after many bad years before: few of my Jewish friends and aquaintances that are still in the country prefer to 'keep quiet' and assimilate, as they did for years. Those who are brave enough to do not deny their origins are often the target of various incidents, like threats scremed through their phone answering machines or interphone from the street, because their names sound Jewish. 

The outburst of racism and use of inter-war political action models doesn't surprise those who are observing the Hungarian political and social development for decades. Certain historical models and Christian-focused nationalism were used as underground alternative politics during Communism, prepared for an eventual take over after the fall. The liberal intellectuals were hoping the same and at least for the first post-communist years they might have some chances, but they failed because the politicians that represented those ideas failed, for various reasons, corruption being one of them. There is so much to be said about all this, but I am definitely willing to write this time about something and someone else.

A Political Star was Born

In this crazy post-communist turmoil of confusion, a young far-right politician, without any connection with the old regime - as all political parties in Hungary were created by people that at a certain extent raised their voices agaist the establishment but themselves, they were born and breed during the Communism - brave to fanaticism and decided to turn the page of history (or he assumed doing so): Csanad Szegedi. In the forefront of the far-right Jobbik and the ideologue of the Magyar Garda, milice intervetion forced aimed to protect the Hungarians from 'outside' aggressions (Roma people were often the fatal victims of their actions, and often without the authorities doing nothing to arrest the suspects). He wrote a book about his 'healthy Hungarian' family tree, perpetrated the revanchist discourse and often made anti-Semitic jokes. Between 21 and 30, he was on the forefront and didn't miss any occasion - including in the European Parliament where he was one of the 3 MPs elected to represent Jobbik - of being true to himself and playing the extreme nationalism tunes. His brother was also part of the movement.

When he was on the top of his political career, it got struck by the news: he is Jewish. His maternal grandmother is Jewish and she was to Auschwitz. I watched the movie about his changes and soul-searching on Netflix las night, Keep Quiet, featuring among others historian Anne Applebaum who is knowledgeable in this case, and I may say it is pretty disturbing.

It may be that the grandmother refused to talk about her nephews about what happened to her. It is not unheard of in the former communist countries. It may be that his mother also hid the fact that she is Jewish to her two sons and accepted the nationalist education her non-Jewish husband have to her childrend. That they were also baptised and did not have any Jewish relatives and acquaintances to help them keep a awareness about their identity. I've heard and I am familiar with such cases. 

What I did find really disturbing is how this guy, who only a couple of months before was mocking Jewish traditions turned into a speaker about Jewish identity. I knew that he was brought to Berlin to speak at a Jewish event for young people, many of them also from Hungary, a country they left because of the people from Jobbik and Magyar Garda. I didn't think it was worth my time to attend such a speech. Took under the wings of a group that usually put a lot of frame on 'teshuva' and returning of Jewish to tradition - that is doing good deeds in countries like Hungary or Russia - he is almost as strong in his mission of faith as he was before in his nationalist creed. There is a similar case of a Polish former extreme right young activist that was turned back to religion from the same group, but hopefully he is more quiet and decent in his acknowledgment of the changes he went through. 

Maybe his awakening can be used as an example to other people that are going through the same situation to follow and return to belief. But isn't this identity jumping too fast and utterly unappropriate, indecent in its way of lecturing others. No humility no regrets. The guy who was preaching against the European Union and to the return to the deep roots of the purity of the Hungarian soul is now talking in the front of an audience that he abhorred shortly before with the same easiness about Yiddishkeit while wearing a kippah that when he has don it first only a couple of months before was burning on his head. 

The question is not about believing Csanad Szegedi or considering him authentic, far from that, but about the display of this belief and taking his as a trophy to speak in the front of Jewish audiences, some of them people who openly suffered because they never hid their identity. Tshuva (repentance) is an extraordinary process of inner healing that may take years and years to accomplish and doing it under the public lights doesn't help or it is not tshuva at all.

Boychiks in the Hood, an inaccurate Hasidic travelogue

I hesitated for a long time in which category to include Boychiks in the Hood, by Robert Eisenberg, a book I had for a long time on my reading list. 

The book was published in 1996, when Hasidism was rather considered a path of life followed by a rather exotic group of people, and I finished reading it in 2018, when Hasidism is still considered a path of life followed by a rather exotic people, but relatively widely present into the everyday media and literary, also academic approaches. For instance, there are more people who've heard about Satmers and about Jews going to Uman, in Ukraine, on Rosh Hashanah. However, checking facts and adding information to the field of research or to the overall knowledge about a specific topic could be done at any time, as what changed meanwhile since the publication of the book was only the frequency of the information about the topic. People belonging to the Satmer branch of Hasidism will hardly change in their approach to belief in the next 100 years or until Moshiah will come.

Therefore, the book can hardly be considered a research, and there are more than once facts and statements which slightly or roughly contradict the documented realities. For instance: 'A large proportion of the Satmar Hasidim perished during World War II, but not to the same extent as did Polish Jewry. Adolph Eichmann's liquidation machine didn't get around to the destruction of Hungary's Jews until the final months of the war, and then they found little official enthusiasm for the project among their Hungarian allies'. Or the fact that there is a serious connection between Kasztner and the Satmer Rebbe, and although his was a not good, and a Zionist, Kasztner had a contribution to saving Rav Teitelbaum's life. Even at the level of the 1990s, there was for sure enough knowledge, especially among Shoah survivers from Hungary that would help a more refined and serious approach. 

Robert Eisenberg travels from Israel to Monsey, Florida to Antwerp and to Uman to meet Jews of all colours and believes, born religious or religious by choice. They share their experiences mostly by using Yiddish, the 'dead language of Judaism which is so much alive nowadays. There are stories which reveal new and interesting things, or facts that are - again - hardly if ever developed or researched beyond the direct declarations of the dialogue partners. For me, the book is mostly a travelogue, with plenty of comparisons between the people he meet and movie characters, singers and actors, most of them not making any sense for the nowadays non-US reader. 

Although Boychiks in the Hood is an useful reading for anyone interested in Hasidic/post-WWII Jewish histories and stories, it has too many flaws to make it into a top 20 books about Hasidism you should read. 

Rating: 2.5 stars

Book Review: Promised Land by Martin Fletcher

Set in the post-Shoah Israel and featuring the intertwined dramatic stories of two brothers born in Germany, separated by the War and reunited in Israel after, Promised Land grasped very much of the spirit and historical challenges of the young country and its people. 

Peter and Arie Nesher reunited themselves in Israel, each of them carrying the burden of their family that was murdered in concentration camps. Another drama will unite them for ever: their shared love for the Egyptian-born Tamara, a young ola hadasha from a now destitute academic family struggling hard to adjust to the harsh realities of the land of Israel.

Arie is becoming rich, taking the smart advantage of being the first to start or grasp a business opportunity, while Peter will dedicate his life and intelligence to defending the promised land on the secret front of information. The ways in which the personal histories are connected to the mainstream historical and social challenges were described with a highly literary skillfull art. The creative story is developing while taking into account the specific realities, without turning into a history lesson. The facts and characters have a determined, historically-defined context, without limiting the story and this makes the book an enjoyable reading experience for anyone who loves books sets in Israel or interested in historical novels about Israel. 

The story has many interesting turns and keeps you awake and curious until the very end, with a deeply human and balanced perspective on things and people, some of them painful, like the fact of dealing with Germany and Germans and German money after the war. 

What I personally did not fancy at all, whas the coming and going of the story of the brothers in love with the same sister. Was is because of the indecision, the soap-opera touch ? Regardless of the answer, it was not my piece of literary cake.  I also noticed a small mistake, as the brother of Tamara, Ido, was given once the same family name with her husband, although it was not clear they were changed all of them the names.

Promised Land by Martin Fletcher is a passionate reading that brilliantly covers the first 2 decades from the life of the state of Israel. Recommended to anyone that loves contemporary historical novels and a good Jewish story.

Rating: 4 stars