It
was several months before Fannie Rosenbloom's 80th birthday, and few
people had lived a more pious life. She regularly attended services and performed any mitzvah she could. She never had asked God for anything.
people had lived a more pious life. She regularly attended services and performed any mitzvah she could. She never had asked God for anything.
However, Fannie had become weary of struggling to find the money to support both her tzedakah causes and her grocery bills. So she decided for the first time in her life to ask for something for herself.
Fannie
began praying each Shabbat that God allow her to win the lottery. Months
went by without her prayers being fulfilled, but she waited patiently. As
the High Holidays approached it became difficult for her to contain her
disappointment.
Finally,
on Kol Nidre, when the ark was closed, she slowly climbed the steps of the b'imah
for her honor, with the help of the Rabbi on one side and the President on the
other. She was to read the prayer for the congregation, which was given
her because the whole community knew of her kindness to others. Few knew of her
financial plight.
Fannie stood before the microphone with her prayerbook open to recite the prayer, but instead of speaking to the congregation, she turned around to face the ark and cried out:
Gott
im Himmel… (that mean’s “God in Heaven.”) I have been a righteous woman
my whole life. Every extra penny went to the pushkah every day. Every penny. I
love all your creations as much as you do.
Now
beginning to weep, she implored:
After
80 years, I ask for something for myself. Something! A little thing from
the maker of the universe. Make me a lottery winner!
Her
hands trembled. Her legs trembled. People thought she was about to collapse in
a heap.
The
room was deathly silent as the rabbi walked over and put an arm around the
distraught Fannie. But before the Rabbi could say a word to her, the entire
Sanctuary shook and was filled with a presence that was indescribable.
A
voice, obviously that of the Almighty, came from everywhere at once, and said
in an exasperated manner:
Fannie,
Fannie. Sheine Fannie! Help me out a little here… Buy a ticket!
For the most part, modern
western Jews are not superstitious. And if we believe that God acts in our world,
affecting people’s daily lives, we generally do not believe that God would be
heard speaking aloud. But if it were it to happen, Yom Kippur would be the
time. This day, the holiest day of the Jewish calendar, we can joke about
things like this. This day is awe inspiring and full of dread. This day? Just
maybe.
Tonight, we come before God
with humility and sometimes in distress. In ages past, Jewish men and women who
were forced to convert to other faiths while under duress, sometimes at the
point of a sword, came before God to plead forgiveness. Once the Kol Nidrei
prayer became a regular part of this service, long ago, perhaps 1500 years ago,
this evening connected not just to our faith, but to our being.
At the same time that it
focuses on our relationship with God, specifically on our oaths, the Kol Nidrei
prayer reminds us annually that we are inheritors of a multi-generational
struggle, that many of us owe our lives, much less our Jewish identities, to
people whose lives were embittered and who came to services on the eve of Yom
Kippur to plead with God for themselves and their loved ones because of strife
happening in their lives.
The Kol Nidrei prayer is like
a DNA marker in our service, evidence of what happened to Jewish people time
and again. We can imagine ourselves as those Jews. They may have felt lonely
and afraid as they walked through towns and villages before hostile eyes,
heading to synagogues. Perhaps, they felt the support of other Jews. Perhaps,
they felt ashamed, before God or perhaps the Jewish community, as if they were
betrayers, having sworn an oath to abandon outward Jewishness, yet feeling
Jewish in their kishkes, in their guts.
It is said that the Kol
Nidrei prayer is the prayer of those who were forced to say, “Yes,” when they
meant, “No.”
For too many others, defiance
was their last act. But not always.
When I grew up, reruns of
Hogan’s Heroes were among my favorite tv shows. My colleague, Rabbi Jeffrey
Salkin recently wrote about the show. He said:
As I
look back, it’s hard to imagine doing this kind of show, a show about Allied
POWs making fun of the Nazis. But this doesn’t even take into account the cast
of the show.
The part of the
commandant, Colonel Klink, was played by the German Jewish refugee, Werner Klemperer, who was the son of the famous conductor, Otto Klemperer. The part of Sargeant Schultz (“I know nothing!”) was
played by John Banner, a Jew born in Vienna, Austria, who lost many family
members in the Holocaust. Colonel LeBeau, the handsome French officer, was
played by Robert Clary, who was himself a Holocaust survivor, deported to the
concentration camp at Ottmuth in 1942, and then, to Buchenwald, where he was
liberated in 1945. Twelve of his immediate family members died at Auschwitz.
They all knew what
happened. They were all deeply affected. Their acting, their joking, about it
all was a sort of defiance. Much in the same way that the movie “The Producers”
which starred one of my favorite actors, Gene Wilder, who passed away at the
end of August was; lampooning
the Nazis with a musical entitled, “Springtime for Hitler – A Gay Romp with Eva
and Adolf at Berchtesgarten.”
There were times that the
acts of defiance weren’t fantasies and they are important for us to remember.
I attended the AIPAC Policy
Conference in Washington DC in March. The American-Israel Public Affairs
Committee is an organization that promotes the strengthening of the
relationship between the United States government and Israel. Over 19,000
people attended this year and heard from many politicians, for some of us too
many or too few, heard about and witnessed examples of innovative Israeli
technologies such as a shock absorbing bicycle and wheel chair tire or medical
advances, and heard stories from many people about why they support Israel.
When Christian politicians
and ministers speak at the conference, they often reference Holy Scriptures and
other religious connections. Almost always, they speak of common causes and
shared values. Very few share a story like the one that Pastor Chris Edmonds of the Piney
Grove Baptist Church in Maryville, TN shared with us. It was a story that his
father, Master Sergeant Roddie Edmonds, had written down in a diary about his
experiences during the war, a story that he never shared with his family while
he was alive. Pastor Edmonds discovered the diary and learned of the story
while going through his father’s belongings after his death. The Pastor told us
the diary recounted this story:
On January 27, 1945, his father,
Master Sergeant Roddie Edmonds, of the 422nd Infantry Regiment in the US Armed
Forces, was taken prisoner during the Battle of the Bulge, and was
imprisoned in Stalag 9-A, a POW camp near Ziegenhain, Germany. He was the highest
ranking NCO in the camp. The group of Allied prisoners there included
approximately two hundred Jews.
The Wehrmacht had a
strict anti-Jewish policy, singling out Jewish POWs from the rest of the POW
population. It was known that Jewish soldiers would be subjected to harsh
treatment, treated as slave laborers with little chance of survival, or simply
killed outright.
Following that policy, the
commandant of the camp ordered Master Sergeant Edmonds to separate out all of
the Jewish soldiers in the camp the next morning and have them report to be
sent elsewhere.
In
the morning, Roddie Edmonds asked that all of the American prisoners of war
under his command report. When the Commandant, Major Siegmann, saw all of the
POWs standing in front of their barracks, he confronted the Master Sergeant
about it.
Master Sergeant Edmonds
stated simply, “We are ALL Jews.”
Siegmann exclaimed: “They
cannot all be Jews!”
To this Edmonds repeated: “We are all Jews, HERE!”
Commandant Siegmann took
out his pistol and threatened to kill Edmonds, pointing his pistol straight at
the Roddie Edmonds’ head, but the Master Sergeant did not waver. Staring down
the barrel of the gun, he retorted: “According to the Geneva Convention, we
only have to give our name, rank and serial number. If you shoot me, you will
have to shoot all of us, and after the war you will be tried for war crimes.”
It was reported that
the commandant then turned around and left the scene.
“Surely, this is an
apocryphal story, a Hogan’s Heroes-like myth,” you may be saying to yourself—but
it is not. Another American soldier, Paul Stern, retold this encounter to Yad
Vashem. Stern, one of the Jewish POWs saved by Edmonds’ courageous action, told
Yad Vashem that he was taken prisoner on December 17, 1944, during the Battle
of the Bulge.
He was one of the higher
ranking soldiers and, therefore, stood very close to Edmonds during the
exchange with the German camp commander, which, he later recalled was conducted
in English. “Although seventy years have passed,” said Stern, “I can still hear
the words he said to the German Camp officer, ‘We are all Jews!’”
Lester Tanner, another Jewish
soldier captured during the Battle of the Bulge, recalled the incident in
detail. Tanner told Yad Vashem that they were well aware that the Germans were
murdering the Jews, and that therefore they understood that the order to
separate the Jews from the other POWs meant that the Jews were in great danger.
“I
would estimate that there were more than one thousand Americans standing in
wide formation in front of the barracks with Master Sergeant Roddie Edmonds
standing in front with several senior non-coms beside him, of which I was one…
There
was no question in my mind, or that of Master Sergeant Edmonds, that the
Germans were removing the Jewish prisoners from the general prisoner population
at great risk to their survival. The US Army’s standing command to its ranking
officers in POW camps is that you resist the enemy and care for the safety of
your men to the greatest extent possible.
Master
Sergeant Edmonds, at the risk of his immediate death, defied the Germans with
the unexpected consequences [the
unexpected consequences] that the Jewish prisoners were saved.”
For that act of heroism, Master Sergeant Edmonds was
posthumously awarded the Yad Va Shem Medal, Israel’s highest recognition of
non-Israelis who risked their lives to save Jews and is recognized as one of
the Righteous Among the Nations. Of more than 26,000 “Righteous” recognized to
date, Edmonds is only the fifth United States citizen, and the first American
soldier, to be bestowed with this honor.
What Master Sergeant Roddie Edmonds did was an act of the utmost
courage. He was willing and ready to die standing up to evil and protecting the
lives of others. If the world were filled with people like Roddie Edmonds, it
would be a far better place. But most of us aren’t that courageous and,
unfortunately, there are many examples of times when the trigger was pulled. Countless
numbers of people, during the years of the Shoah alone, gave their lives for
what was right and good, standing steadfast in the face of evil, and suffering
the consequences.
The history of our people is highlighted by courage in the face
of danger, overcoming the most difficult of challenges, and surviving,
sometimes barely, sometimes in strength, for another year, for another
generation, for generations to come.
Some of us lived as crypto-Jews, hidden Jews, living in danger for
many years, sometimes for generations, before perhaps coming to a land in which
Judaism could be practiced in safety. Some of us fled from country to country
seeking safety and prosperity. Some suffered where they were and survived
through their own efforts. Others survived because of people like Roddie
Edmonds, the righteous among the nations, people who, though not Jewish, helped
the Jews in their midst survive.
And us? On this day, we call to mind the sin of silence, the sin
of indifference, the secret complicity of neutrality.
Would we have had the courage to do what Master Sergeant Roddie
Edmonds did?
We are reminded during Passover each year that we Jews, even us
today, our souls, were there in Egypt and at other places and times throughout
Jewish history.
·
We were strangers.
·
We journeyed through the wilderness.
·
We stood at Sinai.
·
We entered the Promised Land with Joshua and shed tears by
the waters of Babylon.
·
We rebelled against the Romans, were tortured and killed
during the Crusades and were expelled from Spain.
·
We recited the Kol Nidrei prayer from a place of deep
anguish in our hearts.
·
We hid our Jewishness from those who would harm us.
·
We rejoiced when we did not have to hide.
·
We were sent to freedom on the Kindertransport.
·
We fought in the Warsaw ghetto, crawling through sewers to
survive.
·
We were there in Auschwitz and Treblinka, both surviving
and perishing.
·
We too stood beside and behind Master Sergeant Roddie
Edmonds and heard him say, “We are all Jews!” and we saw the Commandant walk
away.
The last is not simply a memory written in a diary; it is part
of our memory as a people, joining these other events in forming who we are.
On Yom Kippur, we are bid to atone, to perform teshuva, turning
ourselves in the right direction. This night, we are reminded that staying on
the Jewish path is a privilege and not simply a commandment.
Kol Nidrei is a time when we remember those in generations of
the distant, and perhaps not so distant, past whose struggles and sacrifices
enabled us to be here today.
Let us remember that we are inheritors of a great legacy that
has inspired generation after generation and may we do our best to preserve it
and enhance it for generations to come. Often we have done and continue to do
so with the help of committed family members and friends.
We all are Jews!
In the words of the traditional Yom Kippur greeting, “G’mar
hatimah tova!”
“May you be sealed for good in the Book of Life, Blessing, and
Peace!”
Kein yehi ratson! May it be God’s will!
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