|Hungarian Jews waiting in line at the Swiss embassy in Budapest, 1944. (Photo by Agnes Hirschi, Carl Lutz's daughter)|
Last August I had the good fortune to be a member of a study trip river cruise along the Danube that sailed from the port town of Vidin (after two days in Sophia, Bulgaria) to Passau in Germany and concluded with a two-day trip to Prague, Czech Republic. It was an exhilarating experience because of the significant ports of call at which we stopped and the stimulating conversations with fellow passengers. But my lasting impressions were more about what was imparted or omitted by the local guest lecturers and tour guides, and their often selective or subjective remarks. This piece is also informed by my exchanges with others about those experiences, as well as my supplemental reading. Part 1 of this piece was published two weeks. The second, and concluding, part is below.
– Bob Douglas
Arriving in Budapest and opting for the Jewish sites tour rather than a general city tour turned out to be one of the best experiences of the trip. The guide was excellent, wonderfully integrating historical, personal and the contemporary at both the places we visited and in the talk she gave at the “Glass House.” At one time a glass factory showroom owned by a displaced Jewish manufacturer, during the war it was the location at which the Swiss diplomat, Carl Lutz, sheltered 3,000 Jews by annexing it to the Swiss legation, thereby extending diplomatic immunity to the place. It is now a museum to honour Lutz.
The guide provided history not merely as interesting or diverting but to explain how the Hungarian kingdom that lived as a relatively peaceful multi-national state for a thousand years was eviscerated by the catastrophic 1920 Treaty of Trianon, a dismemberment that contributed to the tragedy that would befall Hungarian Jews during World War II and continues to reverberate today. Allied to Germany in World War One, the Austrian-Hungarian Empire collapsed after their defeat. Hungary experienced a short-lived but traumatic Communist experiment that was followed by forcing it to accept a treaty that shredded the country, losing two thirds of its territory and one third of its ethnic population. The national shame was accompanied by the perception that its citizens had been stabbed in the back by internal enemies. A scapegoat was found in the Jews, particularly since a number of them had been supporters or part of the Hungarian Soviet Republic. The first expression of anti-Semitic legislation occurred in a 1920 law that restricted Jewish university students to six percent of the population.
|Shoe memorial along the Danube. (Photo: Bob Douglas)|
By June 1944, following the mass deportation of Jews from the provinces, Horthy resisted any further deportations of Budapest Jews because of growing international pressure. He threatened to cancel the alliance with Nazi Germany. To preempt further opposition, the Germans invaded and replaced him with the murderous Arrow Cross Party, which carried out a reign of terror that claimed the lives of 50,000 Jews. That included shooting them on the embankment of the Danube and handcuffing them together in threes and killing one, who pulled the others down with him. When we walked along the Danube Promenade, we saw sixty pairs of shoes, a memorial established in 2005 to those who were killed. I was reminded of the 1990 Costa-Gavras film, Music Box, in which a Chicago attorney played by Jessica Lange, who is defending her father against deportation for war crimes, visits Budapest and looks out on the Danube wondering whether he could have been an Arrow Cross killer.
One of the tour’s highlights was discovering the career of Carl Lutz, who is credited with saving 62,000 Jewish lives. Our guide briefly spoke of the Swedish diplomat, Raoul Wallenberg, well-known, she rightly said, because he was captured by the Soviets after the war and never seen again, a disappearance that has fueled speculation about his fate for years. She had read a recent report (and I confirmed it afterwards) that the granddaughter of the first KGB chairman revealed that he wrote in his diary, hidden in his house wall for years, that Wallenberg had been murdered in 1947 on orders from Stalin. She spent much more time on the Swiss diplomat, Lutz, who had no qualms about extending letters of protection to Budapest Jews and finding safe houses for them. Moreover, because Lutz represented British interests in Hungary, he was able to issue group certificates that enabled 50,000 Jews to go to Palestine. But our guide’s primary focus was on Lutz's providing sanctuary in the Glass House. Despite overcrowding and unsanitary conditions, almost everyone in the House survived the war. When Lutz returned home after the war, he was reprimanded for exceeding his authority. The Swiss government belatedly honoured his humanitarian contribution, but only after his death in 1975. Perhaps a film will be made about this remarkably courageous man.
The tour was also peppered with personal and political commentary arising from a spate of questions. Our guide made it clear that she was here today because her father lived in Budapest and was useful to the Germans because he could speak fluent German. When the opportunity arose, he escaped. She also acknowledged her despair about the current state of affairs in Hungary. She noted that the current President of Hungary, Janos Ader, awarded an Order of Merit to a prominent anti-Semitic journalist, a friend to the autocratic Prime Minister, Viktor Orban. Although she did not mention it, I was encouraged by reading later that other recipients returned their awards as an expression of protest. We discussed the Orban government’s unwillingness to assist Syrian refugees and his conservative populism for the purpose of exploiting fears of immigrants.
I was reminded of that lively exchange when I read news reports of the results of the recent referendum that Orban staged to demonstrate his belief that Hungarians would not be bound by a European Union requirement to accept its share of refugees -- 1,294 asylum seekers -- in order to relieve the burden on Greece and Turkey. The only positive response from this manipulative farce was that less than fifty percent of the population participated in this sham (98 percent voted no to the loaded question), rendering the process constitutionally null and void. When I reflect on the trip, that morning was not only stimulating and moving but our guide demonstrated how the burdens of the past shadow the present. Her presentation was filtered through her family’s experience but it was placed in a larger historical context that is easily verifiable.
|Vaclav Havel addressing a crowd in Prague's Wenceslas Square in 1989. (Photo: Lubomir Kotek/AFP)|
When we arrived at Bratislava, Slovakia, a guest lecturer provided a talk billed as “The Velvet Revolution.” I was engaged by this topic because of my interest in Vaclav Havel, whom I have long regarded as one the great figures of the late twentieth century, an individual who played a key role in the death of communism and a shining symbol of the country’s finest aspirations. The speaker provided a polished overview of the birth of the union of the Czech and Slovak peoples to the present. Disappointingly, Havel was barely mentioned; Alexander Dubcek, the iconic symbol of the 1968 Prague Spring, was given a higher profile, I think largely because Dubcek was a Slovakian, and we were hearing this talk in Bratislava, not in Prague. That the lecturer almost airbrushed Havel out of her talk may have been deliberate: she did not want to say anything that might alienate a North American audience, since Havel has largely been esteemed in the West. Yet from her historical arc, I learned about the 1918 Declaration of Pittsburgh, in which Czech and Slovak expatriates agreed to create a country with equality between Czechs and Slovaks. The primary author of the agreement was Thomas Masaryk, who, a month later, was the elected president of the new state of Czechoslovakia.
A few days later, when we were on a tour of Prague, our Czech guide was careful about what she said about Havel. According to her, as a dissident dramatist, he was not that widely known by the Czech people. The unstated suggestion was that Havel was not highly respected, but she did acknowledge that Czechs took pride in his being celebrated in the West, which raised her country’s profile on the international scene. Based on my later reading, most people, both Czechs and especially Slovaks, wanted Dubcek, the symbol of the Prague Spring and much more widely known, to be president of Czechoslovakia. What many people may not know is that Havel and Dubcek made an agreement that they would rotate the presidency: Havel would serve a term followed by Dubcek. Tragically, in 1992 Dubcek died in a car accident. There was speculation that he had been murdered, but the Slovak Interior Ministry investigated and offered what appears to be irrefutable evidence that Dubcek's death was indeed accidental. Its findings did not deter the online conspiracy theories. Some of us can attest to Czech tour guides' indulging in similar bizarre fantasies about Havel, including the preposterous claim that his family built its fortune on the backs of persecuted Jews during the war. It would be easy to dismiss these far-fetched notions, but they do attest to the belief that some Czechs are far less enamoured of Havel than North Americans, who generally believe that he was a courageous, decent, good-humoured writer and public official who went to prison for his beliefs and moved the country forward toward a democratic, pluralistic society.
In Vienna, we heard again an overview of history from the Romans to the present that was billed as “Timeless Vienna.” Two impressions stand out. Twice, once in the sixteenth century and again in 1683, the Ottomans tried and failed to seize Vienna – leaving behind their coffee beans. The second date is significant because it marked the end of the Turkish advance westward, the beginning of its decline along the Danube and the birth of an early form of nationalism, a phenomenon the Bulgarian lecturer had earlier commented upon. Although it was never stated, I continued to wonder whether the years of Ottoman rule impinge, if only subliminally, on the minds of people today in terms of their attitudes toward Muslims.
|Portrait of Emperor Franz Joseph (from 1910).|
Leaving Vienna upriver, we passed Mauthausen, Austria’s most notorious former concentration camp where Jews, Spanish Republicans and Soviet prisoners of war were worked to death in the granite quarries. Around 130,000 prisoners died here between 1938 and 1945. The site was not mentioned – though several castles were described and commented upon – reinforcing my belief that tours like to emphasize distant history as it is safer and will not upset tourists who are on a holiday. But on a study trip would it be too much to acknowledge existence of the camp – currently a memorial site – and even ask for a few moments of silence? (For part of the material in this paragraph and for its insights throughout, I would like to acknowledge the contribution of Andrew Beattie's The Danube: A Cultural History [Oxford, 2010]. It is an excellent travel guide.)
Our last location on the boat was the pretty medieval town of Passau in Germany. Our guide was especially interested in Roman archaeology and early Bavarian history. I had no problem with his passions but I was interested in asking him whether he had seen the 1990 German film, The Nasty Girl, which dramatizes the young life of Anna Rosmus, who became passionately engaged in investigating how her town responded to Nazi aggression during the war. Her findings alienated her community and she was forced to decamp to America, where she continued her studies. He was familiar with the film and Rosmus, but was clearly uncomfortable about talking about both, especially the later career of Rosmus, who he felt diminished Passau by turning the town into the epicenter of Nazism. He briefly alluded to the film with the group and acknowledged the importance of remembering history and its contemporary legacy on the issue of accepting refugees, but his words were more pro forma than sentiments of conviction. Initially, this surprised me, given the contrasting attitudes I had heard in Berlin the previous year. But on reflection, his timidity or lack of forthrightness may have been reflection of the conservative Bavarian culture.
Finally, I need to reiterate that this trip was a most meaningful experience for me. My criticisms are primarily based on my conviction that presentations should be based on a central argument and not a collection of data, albeit often interesting material. Given that this trip was a study trip that consisted of alumni from different North American universities, why not challenge the participants? At best, it would have the potential for stimulating provocative conversations.
|(photo by Keith Penner)|