the subjects of their hate
by Douglas Messerli
Claude Lanzmann (director) Le dernier des injustes (The Last of the Unjust) / 2013
Critic Richard Brody and others have described
the filmmaking of Claude Lanzmann, who died this past week at the age of 92, as
“the personal assumption of the burden of Jewish history (in particular, the
black hole of devastation that is the Holocaust) in order to embody and to
transmit Jewish identity in [the] present tense.”
In
honor of the great creator of Shoah I
decided to watch his great second documentary, based on interviews with the
Viennese rabbi, Benjamin Murmelstein, done in preparation for that earlier film
but not included within it. Murmelstein, the only surviving “Elder of the Jews”
from the camps—significant Jewish leaders
Yet, almost 40 years later, Lanzmann inwardly struggled with the
information presented in his interview with Murmelstein, determining that he
felt an obligation to present the information before he died. The result, The Last of the Unjust—the title that
the interviewee applies to himself—is in its simple focus on one individual, as
opposed to the hundreds of Shoah, in
some respects, even more powerful that that great earlier work. For in
Murmelstein’s determined words, we see the complex webs of lies and deceptions
(self-deceptions and community illusions) that any man or woman taken away by
the Nazis had daily to face. Reality had been, as Murmelstein writes, “turned
upside down.”
On
the surface, Murmelstein is not at all a likeable being. Argumentative, often
cynical, even irreverent, and speaking emphatically in the very language of the
oppressor, he seems, at different moments, self-justifying and yet completely
broken by the series of events he had to endure and by what he admittedly did
to others of his religion. This is a tale of beings who were forced to pretend
to be what, at heart, they were not, simply in order to survive and to help
others to live out the devastation of their culture.
To
ease us into the story, Lanzmann scrolls through the history of events,
including the deaths by the hands of the Gestapo of previous Jewish Elders,
Jakob Edelstein, a Polish-born Zionist and former head of the Prague Jewish
community, Paul Eppstein, a sociologist originally from Mannheim, Germany,
and—after they were each shot or hung—Murmelstein, the only survivor. From that
introduction, we are introduced to the small train station in the Czech
Republic where often deceived elderly Jews, who had been told they were on
their way to a special city, Theresienstadt, a gift to the Jewish people from
Hitler, were, as Murmelstein himself later describes it, forcibly
“disembarked,” and thrown into barrack-like buildings, often forced to sleep on
the floor. In some respects, the shock for these deluded individuals must have
been even worse than those who knew they would end up in terrible deaths.
At
the station, Lanzmann, himself at the time filming now 89 years of age, begins
reading from the highly intelligent book, written by Murmelstein in Italian, Terezin, il Ghetto Modello di Eichmann
(Theresienstad, the Model Ghetto of Eichmann). Murmelstein had previously been
forced to work with Eichmann in Vienna, where he headed the largest synagogue,
when in Eichmann’s early years he had been seeking for ways to get rid of the
Jews through mass emigration, first to the Palestine, then, in a kind of mad,
made-up project, to Mozambique. Murmelstein became the investigator he needed
to explain where, when they emigrated, Jews went. Obviously, this sounds a bit
like something Trump himself might have imagined for those he does not like.
But, if nothing else, Murmelstein’s experiences and his personal involvement in
Kristallnacht make all of Hannah Arendt’s suggestions of Adolph Eichmann’s
“banality” pure nonsense. Eichmann, through Murmelstein’s sharp memory, is as
knowledgably complicit in the creation of the camps and the killing of Jews as
anyone in the Nazi hierarchy.
The “model” camp, created by Eichmann and others to make outsiders
believe that the Nazis were acting in the best interests for the Jews, was
anything but that within. The elderly died quickly and sometimes got lost—to
never return—on the streets of the so-called model city. Any of even slightest
grievances meant that individuals were daily sent “east,” which meant usually
to Auschwitz, although Murmelstein argues they didn’t know the name and
destination of that camp. Others were sent to Treblinka and the concentration
camps in Latvia and Estonia.
When a typhoid epidemic threatened the camp, Murmelstein, then head of
the health services, demanded beds for the sick and elderly, and helped to
curtail the illnesses. Nonetheless, it is estimated that about 33,000 people
died in the “model camp,” although a few over 17,000 did survive it, many of
them musicians, artists, and other notable figures.
Whatever one might think of Murmelstein’s actions and motives, he is
certainly one of the most knowledgeable and credible historians of the period,
describing himself as having to play a kind of Scheherazade in order to rescue
Jews, and who rescued himself, by helping the Germans tell a propagandistic
story. As long as they were determined to create the myth of a model camp, the
Nazis could not truly destroy its inmates, or himself, he argues. They needed
him and its distressed citizens to pretend to themselves and others about their
good intentions.
In
the end, one can’t help but being a bit charmed, despite Lanzmann’s sometimes
highly charged questions, by the brilliance of this survivor, now living in
what he describes as a kind of complete cultural isolation in Rome.
What we perceive is that in those terrible camps and ghettos, there was no justice, no one might possibly be described as “just” who didn’t themselves die. To survive, you had to eat, you had to collude, you had to give up everything in which you believed. The Nazis made sure that even those Jews who might escape their vengeance could never fully forgive themselves for having been the subjects of their hate.
Los Angeles, July 24, 2018
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (July 2018).
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