I have another story from the Holocaust.Ā Ā
One is long, and one is brief.
The first story is about my grandfather.
He was a slave in a Krups munitions factory in a Nazi concentration camp in CzÄstochowa, Poland.
He was also a smuggler.Ā If I did not have multiple corroborating witnesses to the sheer ludicrious ballsĀ that he had, I would dismiss the stories as exaggeration.Ā But he was a food smugglerāhe would buy some kind of sugar from the Polish day workers coming into the factory, make candyĀ out of them, sell the candy back to the workers at a profit, and buy food with the proceedsāwhich he then proceeded to share with the other slaves, free of charge.Ā Without him, they would have starved to death, but an extra hundred calories a day made a difference enough to keep them alive.
But thatās not the story.
The story is what happened in Spring of 1945.
My grandfather could hear the guns of the Russian Army off in the distance, and he and the other captives in the camp figured that they would be liberated any day now.Ā Ā
And then a truck packed full with preteen Jewish children who had just been captured comes into the work camp instead of the extermination camp up the road.Ā Because the Nazis were so fixated on their hatred of Jews that they diverted war resources to hunting us down even as they were losing.Ā Ā
So itās pandemonium.Ā Theyāre unloading the truck of the kids, the guards are yelling at the driver, the kids are milling about not knowing whatās going onā¦
And my grandfather sees one boy who looked a little older, a little more mature, and figured that this one he can save.Ā Itās just a few days until the Russians arrive, after all.
So he tells the boy to come with him.
And the restā¦ got loaded back onto the truck and off they went to the gas chambers.
But it wasnāt a couple of days.
Stalin personally ordered the Army to slow their advance and told the Polish Resistance to rise up, and that the Russians would support them with food and weapons.Ā Ā
So they rose upā¦ and were slaughtered.Ā Because they got nothing from the Russians.Ā Stalin knew that anyone who would be resisting the Nazis would be resisting him next, and it was an elegant way to weaken Poland before he took it.
Meanwhile, my grandfather is hiding a fourteen year old boy in a NAZI CONCENTRATION CAMP.
The risks they took to hide himā¦ they would hold him up over empty shoes sewn to long pants at the evening roll call so that he would look taller.Ā They smuggled food to himā¦Ā If they had been caughtā¦ I have nightmares of what would have been done to them.
Finally, one night, they are all locked in their barracks as the Nazis evacuated the camp and the Russians were coming in, with the Nazis using the camp for cover for their escape.
My grandfather lost track of the boy.
Twenty-two years later, he tells this story to my father when my father is 12, and has demanded to know something, be toldĀ something concrete.
So he doesnāt know what happened to the boy.Ā Did he live?Ā Did he die?Ā Did he find his mother and sisters?
Six months later, my grandmother is planning my fatherās bar mitzvah.Ā Not as a religious obligation, but as a 200 foot tall flaming middle finger to the Third Reich.Ā You are gone, and WE ARE STILL HERE.
So she plugs into what my father called theĀ āCamp Networkāāthe trombonist in the band was on a death march with an uncle, the florist was in a work camp with a friend, etc.Ā And sheās asking,Ā āI need a photographer, who is good?ā
āYou want Joe Brown, up in Queens,ā sheās told.
So she invites him down to talk terms at their house in Brooklyn, which is quite a haul in NYC.Ā Ā
And the first question one Holocaust survivor asks another is,Ā āWhere were you?āĀ Because maybe you know someone, maybe you can tell what happened.
āI was in CzÄstochowa,ā he says.
āYou were in CzÄstochowa?Ā My husband Teddy was in CzÄstochowa!ā
āI didnāt know a Teddy Baum.ā
āOh, everyone knew Teddy.ā
āI didnāt know a Teddy Baum!ā
āWhen he gets home, youāll see.Ā Everyone there knew Teddy.āĀ Because he was smuggling in the food that kept them all alive.
So the thing is, you live in the US for 20 years, you forget that your name was notĀ āTeddy Baumā butĀ āTuvyas Bumps.ā
And when my grandfather got home from workā¦
ā¦sitting there at his kitchen tableā¦
ā¦was the boy he had saved.
Thatās the first story.
The second story is that of my grandfatherās brother.
He collaborated with the Nazis to save his own skin.Ā He let my grandfatherās first wife and son starve to death in the ghetto and informed on people who tried to escape or resist.Ā My grandfather said thatĀ āGood people went up the chimney and he stayed behind.ā
One saved over a hundred lives.
The other betrayed his own flesh and blood to save his own skin.Ā Ā
Whoever destroys a single life is considered by Scripture to have destroyed the whole world, and whoever saves a single life is considered by Scripture to have saved the whole world.ā Mishnah Sanhedrin 4:5
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