{"id":28463,"date":"2015-01-27T20:14:14","date_gmt":"2015-01-28T01:14:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wendybrandes.com\/blog\/?p=28463"},"modified":"2015-01-28T01:10:17","modified_gmt":"2015-01-28T06:10:17","slug":"thoughts-on-holocaust-memorial-day-and-auschwitz","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wendybrandes.com\/blog\/2015\/01\/thoughts-on-holocaust-memorial-day-and-auschwitz\/","title":{"rendered":"Thoughts on Holocaust Memorial Day and Auschwitz"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today is the 70th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz<\/a>, and I’ve been thinking about a decorative-arts museum: the Mus\u00e9e Nissim de Camondo<\/a> in Paris. That’s not as strange as it might seem, because that museum has a tragic history that has been on my mind for months.<\/p>\n

I visited the museum in 2010<\/a>. It’s a mansion that was built in the early 1900s by a banker named Mo\u00efse de Camondo<\/a>. He was passionate about furnishings from the 18th century and decorated the house accordingly.\u00a0 Mo\u00efse\u2019s only son, Nissim, died in combat while serving France during World War I. Mo\u00efse\u2019s daughter, B\u00e9atrice, was more interested in equestrian activities than her father’s collection. As a result, Mo\u00efse left the building and all it contained to the country of France, requiring that the museum be named after his son and his collection remain exactly as he left it.\u00a0 Mo\u00efse died in 1935 and the museum was inaugurated in 1936.<\/p>\n

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Musee de Nissim de Camondo. From the museum’s website. Click for source.<\/p><\/div>\n

But the back story of the house really stretches as far back as the Spanish Inquisition and ends with the Holocaust. In 1492 — in the same month that Christopher Columbus got his sailing orders<\/a> — Spain expelled its entire Jewish community of 200,000 people. (Part of the rationale for this was that these Jews were a bad influence on the tens of thousands of Jews who had been forced to convert to Christianity<\/a>.) All of the expelled Jews were forced to liquidate their possessions at bargain prices and use what money they had to pay for a way out of Spain. In some cases, they paid high prices for travel by ship, only to be thrown overboard while at sea.\u00a0 Some fortunate ones landed in Turkey, where Sultan Bajazet II (also spelled Bayezid) was delighted to accept exiles who were skilled in business and medicine. He mocked Spain’s King Ferdinand, saying, “You call Ferdinand a wise king, who has made his country poor and enriched ours?<\/a>” Ultimately, the Camondo family ended up in Turkey. Some online sources say Mo\u00efse de Camondo’s ancestors<\/a> went to Venice in the immediate aftermath of the expulsion<\/a>, and then moved to Turkey in the late 1700s. Others<\/a> say the Camondos went to Istanbul first, then Italy.\u00a0 What’s certain is that the family had ties to both places and became very wealthy in Turkey, founding their own bank there in the early 1800s. Later in the 1800s, Camondo family members moved to Paris<\/a> where they became known as financiers and philanthropists. (Mo\u00efse\u2019s cousin, Isaac, left a magnificent art collection to the Louvre in 1911, including works by Manet, Monet and C\u00e9zanne<\/a>.)<\/p>\n

The family apparently lived an assimilated, secular life<\/a>, but all of its members were identified as Jewish until the late 1890s, when Mo\u00efse\u2019s wife, Ir\u00e8ne Cahen d\u2019Anvers<\/a>, converted to Catholicism after falling in love with the Italian manager of the family’s stables.<\/p>\n

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When Irene was young, her portrait was painted by Renoir. Click for more information about the painting.<\/p><\/div>\n

Ir\u00e8ne\u00a0divorced Mo\u00efse, giving him full custody of their children, then eloped with the stable man. So maybe it wasn’t just the increasing anti-Semitism before World War II, but also her family history, that later caused Mo\u00efse\u2019s daughter B\u00e9atrice to divorce her Jewish husband,\u00a0L\u00e9on Reinach, and convert to Catholicism<\/a> … if<\/em> that’s indeed what she did.\u00a0 There are sources saying she did convert<\/a>, which was my understanding after visiting the museum. But other articles don’t mention a conversion<\/a>. Maybe B\u00e9atrice was simply confident that her wealth, status and equestrian friends would protect her throughout the German occupation of France<\/a>. In a book called A French Affair: The Paris Beat, 1965-1998<\/a><\/em>, Mary Blume wrote<\/a>:<\/p>\n

“During World War II, B\u00e9atrice, fatally convinced that she was French, her brother having died for his country and her father and uncle having been among France’s greatest benefactors, continued to ride in fashionable meets, a yellow star fixed to her well-cut jacket.”<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

In The Flaneur: A Stroll Through the Paradoxes of Paris<\/em><\/a>, Edmund White wrote that\u00a0B\u00e9atrice often rode with a German officer. In the end, that didn’t help her. A French Affair<\/em> quotes from a plaque at the Camondo museum:<\/p>\n

“Mme Leon Reinach, born B\u00e9atrice de Camondo, her children, Fanny and Bertrand, the last descendants of the founder, and M. Leon Reinach, deported by the Germans in 1943-1944, died at Auschwitz.”<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The museum itself was saved by Mo\u00efse’s generosity to France. As Blume put it, “The museum survived undamaged because it was state, rather than private Jewish, property.”<\/p>\n

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B\u00e9atrice de Camondo. Click for source.<\/p><\/div>\n

It is so easy in hindsight — knowing all that we do about the death camps — to think, “Why didn’t these people leave when they had a chance? Go to another country?” As I said at the start of this post, I’ve been thinking about the Camondos for months and the phrase “fatally convinced that she was French” sums it all up. Just as B\u00e9atrice was born in France, so was I born in the U.S. — New York, to be precise. I have no link to any other country. When I’m traveling and people ask me where I’m from, I say, “New York.” If someone continues the conversation by saying, “So you’re American?” (after all, citizens of other countries do<\/em> live here), I sometimes tease him or her and say, “No, I’m a New Yorker. It’s different.” Other times, of course, I just say “Yes.” Even if New York seems like its own little country at times, I’m definitely an American. I’m not French, Mexican, Korean, Bajan, Congolese, Israeli or any other of the nearly 200 nationalities we could name. I hold a U.S. passport and no other. I am convinced that I have certain rights as an American. I happen to be a totally secular American, with no involvement in any organized religion. But my family has always been Jewish, and what I’ve been brooding about recently is the fact that if “they” decided to round up all the Jews here, it wouldn’t matter how I thought of myself. I’d be rounded up just like B\u00e9atrice was rounded up in France. How was her deep belief that she was French any different than my conviction that I’m American?<\/p>\n

It’s not like it can’t happen here.\u00a0 To take just one example — and I’m picking this one because it happened right around the time that B\u00e9atrice was still holding on to something of her old life — President Franklin Delano Roosevelt signed a February 1942 order that put over 100,000 people of Japanese ancestry into concentration camps in the U.S.<\/a> The fear was that these people would betray America and help Japan, which had attacked Pearl Harbor in Hawaii on Dec. 7, 1941. However, the majority of the incarcerated were U.S. citizens, born in America. Many had never been to Japan. Some of them had even fought for the U.S. during World War I. Families were split up and, like the Jews of the Spanish Inquisition or the Holocaust, the Japanese victims had to sell their businesses, homes and other assets in a panic, for far below their value<\/a>. (The neighbors always benefit from these things.) Fortunately, FDR didn’t recommend a Nazi-style “final solution<\/a>” of total genocide, but the fact that something wasn’t any worse that it was doesn’t make it any good. One might think, “That was 72 years ago. Couldn’t happen now<\/em>!” But since Sept. 11, 2001, there have<\/em> been people calling for concerted actions against Muslims and Iraqis living in the U.S. Terrorist attacks like the Boston Marathon bombing or the recent massacre at the Charlie Hebdo office<\/a> in Paris give new fuel to those who argue it’s a matter of public safety to treat vast groups of ordinary U.S. citizens as if they were criminals, just in case that helps catch a few actual criminals. After all, “… the successful prosecution of [the] war requires every possible protection against espionage and against sabotage to national-defense material, national-defense premises, and national-defense utilities,” or so it said in Executive Order 9066<\/a>, signed by FDR in 1942.<\/p>\n

Even so, it wasn’t Al Qaeda or ISIL<\/a> that has made me muse upon the Camondo family for so long. It’s been the police shootings of black men all over the country. U.S. citizens killing U.S. citizens in the street, acting as if there’s only one half of the phrase “law and order.” Cops saying their own fear justifies acting as judge, jury and executioner. Plenty of people have argued that hoodies <\/a>are scary or that the theft of something almost worthless should be expected to turn into a fight to the death<\/a>. Except the violence isn’t caused solely by common clothing styles, or being a big guy, or committing petty nuisance crimes. You can be a 12-year-old kid <\/a>or a Yale student leaving a library<\/a> or someone walking down the stairs because of unreliable elevators<\/a>.\u00a0 Last year, ProPublica reported that its analysis of data<\/a> on fatal police shootings found that “young black males in recent years were at a far greater risk of being shot dead by police than their white counterparts \u2013 21 times greater.” So, as black parents have to tell their kids<\/a>, it doesn’t matter who you think<\/em> you are or who you actually<\/em> are when it comes to facing deadly prejudice. Even if you have the exceptional wealth and connections of a B\u00e9atrice de Camondo, that won’t matter when a guy is ready to shoot you two seconds after seeing you<\/a>.<\/p>\n

As for the people who respond to the #BlackLivesMatter<\/a> movement by writing #AllLivesMatter, they remind me of my visit to Auschwitz in 2008<\/a>. Auschwitz is in Poland, and our Polish tour guide was very diligent about letting us know that many non-Jewish Poles died in Auschwitz. At every significant spot in the camp, she’d say how many Poles came through this gate or went to this room. And it is true that the first people sent to Auschwitz were Polish political prisoners, shipped there in June 1940. According to Yad Vashem<\/a>, the world’s biggest center for Holocaust research, “By March 1941 there were 10,900 prisoners, still mostly Polish.” But that same month, SS chief Heinrich Himmler ordered that a second, larger section of the camp be built 1.9 miles from the original site<\/a>. The original area was called Auschwitz I, and the new area was called Auschwitz II or Birkenau. Auschwitz now had one main purpose. Yad Vashem’s website says<\/a>:<\/p>\n

“The commander of Auschwitz-Birkenau, Rudolf H\u00f6ss<\/a>, stated in his autobiography that in 1941 (no exact date is given) he was summoned to Berlin, where Himmler<\/a> informed him that Hitler<\/a> had issued an order to solve the ‘Jewish Question’ for good, and that the order was to be implemented by the SS. ‘The existing extermination places in the east are unsuited to a large scale, long-term action. I have designated Auschwitz for this purpose,’ Himmler said.”<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

To put it in plainer language, top Nazi Himmler said, “I need to kill lots of Jews. I will do it in Auschwitz.” Even my tour guide was forced to admit that 90% of the people who died at Auschwitz were Jews. According to Yad Vashem, more than 1.1 million Jews were killed there<\/a>, as well as 70,000 Poles, 25,000 Sinti and Roma (Gypsies) and some 15,000 prisoners of war from the Soviet Union and elsewhere. A large percentage of the murdered Jews were from Hungary: In just eight weeks in 1944, about 424,000 Hungarian Jews<\/a> — around half of Hungary’s Jewish population — were transported to Auschwitz. Approximately 320,000 of those<\/a> got off the train and went directly to the gas chambers.<\/p>\n

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Photo of Hungarian Jews walking to the gas chamber, courtesy of Yad Vashem. Click for source.<\/p><\/div>\n

All lives do matter, obviously, and the number of Polish inmates murdered at Auschwitz is huge and deplorable, but Auschwitz’s main purpose was killing Jews. A single religion was the No. 1 target for extermination. There was no balance in Auschwitz, no equity. <\/p>\n

Thankfully, in the U.S., we are not<\/em> currently rounding up thousands or millions of people — identified by race, religion, political inclination, gender, sexual preference or any other excuse — physically shoving them into cattle cars without food and water, transporting them far away, and literally gassing them to death. I’m not saying that the discrimination and resulting violence that happens here today is anything like the death machine that the Nazis created. But, to repeat what I said about the U.S. camps for people of Japanese ancestry, the fact that it isn’t worse<\/em> than it is doesn’t make it good<\/em>. It shouldn’t stop us from making our society better.<\/p>\n

And this train of thought is what I got out of a decorative-arts museum, which is more edifying than the surprise I got during the Auschwitz tour years earlier. On the bus, on the way from Krakow, Poland, to the Auschwitz site, our tour group was given colored stickers so we’d be able to identify each other and stay together. They gave my group square yellow stickers. I nearly passed out.<\/p>\n

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For real, I had to wear a yellow sticker to visit Auschwitz. Click for original post.<\/p><\/div>\n

It will always be too soon for any yellow stickers at Auschwitz!<\/p>\n

Related reading:<\/strong> Check out the tale of my grandfather’s cousin Max, who survived a German slave camp<\/a> and married a hometown girl.<\/a> <\/script><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Today is the 70th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz, and I’ve been thinking about a decorative-arts museum: the Mus\u00e9e Nissim de Camondo in Paris. That’s not as strange as it might seem, because that museum has a tragic history that has been on my mind for months. I visited the museum in 2010. It’s…<\/p>\n

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