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Translation by Megan Sarkissian
The seizure of power by the communists was done with great commotion. No party willingly gave up power. Ties between Bacău and Bucharest, the capital, were completely renewed. The domino effect of events that occurred throughout the entire country was especially prevalent in rural towns. The gradual disposal of democratic governments with Santanescu and Radescu's permission, the establishment of Petru Groza's government, and the land reform impacted Jews and Christians alike.
The establishment of the People's Court to try war criminals was especially of interest to Jews and Holocaust survivors. They followed the trials of the war criminals, those big and small, commanders of concentration camps and commanders of slave battalions. Their hearts were full of hope that there would be justice.
Ex-prisoners marched in prison uniforms and with a noose near the courthouse, outside the courthouse windows. The first sentences that were death sentences were quickly turned into hard labor and life sentences in prison. The trial against the perpetrators of the Iaşi pogrom lasted for a long time. Other war criminals received only minor charges. There were strong reactionary forces who had the power to prevent this justice and they prevented the conviction of the accused. On the other hand, the political trials were of great weight and importance: the trial of socialist-democratic party leaders, the trial of Marshal Antonescu and his accomplices, the heads of Transnistria and the heads of the second ministry.
A change in attitude towards Jews was felt with the appearance of the Comitetul Democrat Evreiesc [1] (CDE). It is no coincidence that this committee appeared at the same time as the mandates that were imposed on the Zionist organizations and their members.
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The last public displays of joy by the Jewish population in Romania were after the UN resolution of the 9th General Assembly in November 1947 about the partition of the Land of Israel into two states, Jewish and Arab, and the soon-to-be establishment of the Jewish state. Also, after the establishment of the State of Israel, on a Thursday in Iyar, 5708 (May 1948).
Both of these events provoked a desire among the Jews to emigrate. Many of them saw the opening of Israel's gates as new horizons they all carried their souls to, big and small. The first few years of Romania's liberation were underwhelming for Jews, which strengthened this desire as well. On the one hand, the CDE was encouraged to sabotage Zionist activity, even as far as eliminating them. Things reached the point that any Zionist activity whatsoever was banned and outlawed, and many Zionist officials were imprisoned. On the other hand, something was off about what the Communist Party and state authorities were up to. In the first years of the new regime, the oppressive authorities intervened by brute force, which left a bitter taste. Among the forceful interventions in citizens' lives there was also the race for gold: many committed suicide or were killed over their refusal to give up the gold they had in their possession. The story of the Strumwasser family is well known in Bacău - which reached dramatic proportions - along with the stories of the Steinbok family, Piecewitz family, and others. Jews accepted with understanding - but not enthusiasm - the class war. Certain decrees had an antisemitic taste; between the bureaucratic challenges and the incompetence of inexperienced officials and workers, these tainted the prestige of the Communist Party. The trials against those who were labeled corrupt or reactionary or otherwise against the regime were not always intended to serve justice. Under these circumstances, more and more Jews decided to emigrate from Romania. This was a hard decision. Every person that decided to apply for immigration went through their own crisis of dimensions they weren't even aware of. We must understand that the majority of Romanian Jews did not decide to immigrate out of a desire to get rich overnight or to go on an adventure. Those Jews were deeply connected to their homeland, and only by exhausting all other options did they finally come to terms with their displacement from a homeland with no secure tomorrow, but they knew a new antisemitism that brought painful memories and fears from not so long ago. In this they differed from the Zionists, who always wanted to reach their goal of immigrating to the land of their ancestors. Both wanted to use all their legal resources to relocate, but faced difficulties and rejections. Thus, young people chose to get out illegally. They traveled to towns along Romania's western border, near which there are crossing points: Jimbolia, Episcopia Bihorului, Oradea, Baia Mare, and bravely stole over the border at night. Some of them were shot by a border guard. Others successfully reached Budapest, continued to Vienna, Paris, Marseilles, and from there they sailed to the Land of Israel's coast. But not everyone was successful in entering the Land. Many were held in a refugee camp in Cyprus until the State of Israel was established. Nothing could stop the wave of departure from Romania and immigration, legal and illegal. Many Jews applied for it at the risk of losing their livelihoods or their right to study in schools or
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universities. Many of them waited for years and even decades until their applications were approved. Tragedies happened on occasion; families were arbitrarily separated: the wife or mother received the passport and visa while the husband or father did not. There were cases where Jews would receive a visa, then promptly sell their homes and liquidate their property, and then their visas were confiscated and they were forced to start all over again with nothing.
The sheer volume of applications for visas harmed promotions to senior positions for Jews and stopped them entirely. Jews that did hold senior positions, even those who didn't apply for a visa, were gradually demoted from their positions, or were coerced into retirement. Authorities searched and found different ways to eliminate Jews from public offices.
It was not this way in the beginning. Immediately after the ceasefire, Jews were brought back to their jobs. Some were promoted to senior positions even beyond their aptitude, especially by virtue of their membership in the Communist Party. Jewish students were brought back to state schools and given relief in university admission like their Christian friends, without discrimination. If there was discrimination, it impacted both Jews and Christians, and not just Jews for being Jews. These discriminatory actions started with the class war that revolved around social origin, according to the files from the personnel departments. At the same time informers appeared, always ready to deliver information where the results were unpredictable. Other prisons and camps were established, which housed other culprits and sometimes even innocents. Oppression wasn't only at the hands of the Romanian population. Jewish oppressors were sometimes more brutal than their Romanian counterparts, in order to prove loyalty to the regime, so no one would suspect them, so that no fault would be placed on them. They were renounced by their acquaintances on the street or in institutions just as their acquaintances and friends who became members of the Iron Guard several years before were renounced by them. They only knew you if you weren't at the demonstrations on May 1st, August 23rd, or November 7th. They were the ones who would stand up and attack you during meetings, would ask you to criticize yourself and would suggest your removal from the ranks of the Communist Party during the purges. After the nine plagues of Egypt, came the the tenth plague: the CDE was established with a mission to attack the Jews who yearned for Zion and Jerusalem. Thus began the persecution of Zionists.
Starting on the first liberated May 1st of Romania, and for many years, the blue and white flag was flown next to the red flag of the Proletariat. After a few years the situation changed. Trials and investigations were held, this narrowed the mobility of the Zionist movement as Zionist officials were sentenced to many years of harsh imprisonment. The Jewish Center (Centralia Evreilor) from the days of the Holocaust, headed by Gingold, became the Comitetul Democrat Evreiesc that was headed by Leibovici-Șerban and Bercu Feldman. Their job was to receive reports on regional and local successes, and these successes came without delay. The chief rabbi of Romania, Rabbi Dr. Alexander Șafran, was deported from Romania and Rabbi Dr. Moses Rosen [2] was appointed in his place. Jewish newspapers brought forth a smear campaign
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against Zionist imperialist attackers, like David Ben-Gurion, Levi Eshkol, and Golda Meir. Long articles were published about several Jews that left to the Zionist Garden of Eden and came back to their homeland, because they couldn't bear the poverty there.
Indeed, several dozens of Jews had been in the Land and had returned to Romania. At the same time, hundreds of members of the Jewish Democratic Committee began to relocate, and lo and behold! They came out organized, they were sent with a defined cause, though no one knew what. Perhaps their mission was to break the Zionist Imperialist Front and turn the State of Israel into a communist state. However, after a short period of time, it became known that these battalions organized by the Jewish Democratic Committee dispersed. Their members looked for appropriate jobs and forgot their political missions. Their defection affected other Jews from Romania, those who didn't belong to the Jewish Democratic Committee. The situation in Romania gradually got worse, and at the same time, so did the yearning for Zion. The number of applications for visas was growing. Even the delays and layoffs from workplaces had no effect. Syrovniks [3] came back with new applications. The Jewish population of Bacău decreased every year. By 1960, there was a significant decrease in the number of Jews in the city, and an even greater decrease by 1970. By the '80s, only a few hundred Jews remained in the city, most of them were older people who lived off financial aid that they received from the community. There were also young people who stayed for various personal reasons: mixed marriage, fear of the unknown, their material indulgences. But their Jewishness slapped them in the face every night all over again. Their children studied in the Talmud Torah, they sang in the community choir, they filled the few synagogues that were left. The poverty-stricken Jews ate at the community kosher restaurant, whose supply was good thanks to the Joint[4]. They also received holiday gifts and participated in Chanukiada the lighting of Chanukah candles in the presence of Rabbi Dr. Moses Rosen who came specially from Bucharest and in the Passover Seder, that were organized by the community leadership. Guests from abroad also attended these rituals, glad to have discovered a Jewish island in a Christian sea! On holidays not from the Torah [5] documentaries were filmed and photos were taken, the community children's choir sang, there was a general spirit of joy in the air. Afterwards, the guests from abroad went on their way in search of more Jewish islands. Some of them, formerly Bacău people, visited the Jewish cemetery to go to the graves of their loved ones.
That's how things were conducted by the end of the '80s in Bacău, a city that once had a Jewish community of 18,000 people. The current head of the community can attest to this, attorney Lica Brill, an honest, passionate, and reliable man who takes care of the last members of the declining community.
Translator's footnotes
Translated by Hadar Khazzam-Horovitz
A few years ago, I returned to Bacău. For a while, I had felt a strong desire to see the beloved places again. To wander once more the narrow alleys where my youth had passed, and in the wide streets where my adulthood unfolded. I knew that this return to the world of shadows would be an experience in the style of Dante Alighieri. The world of shadows trembles under the waves of memories. Yet in the places where I sat and cried, I remembered the retreats alongside the victories, the ups and downs as in the life of every person.
And here I am wandering through alleys and streets, and it seems to me that I am roaming through the cemetery of memories and delusions. There is no trace of the past. The past has passed; time has bulldozed over everything and everyone. I searched for familiar faces, and indeed I saw some in a man with a wrinkled face. I greeted him with a nod, but the man looked at me surprised and puzzled. Perhaps he thought that it was just a nervous gesture or that I had lost my mind.
After that, I felt a terrible feeling of alienation. Even though I was in places so close to me, where I had walked and roamed thousands of times. Nothing remained as it was; the houses, the gardens, the streets, the people. Buildings I knew vanished as if they never existed, others seemed perhaps large and beautiful, but cold and lifeless. I began to search for the home I had dreamed in a tall building served as an anchor for me, but it only led me to another tall building, new and standing exactly where I remembered. And I turned towards the Jewish high school building. Another row of tall buildings stood in its place. I walked away from there, and it was as if I could hear behind me the noise and commotion of students during recess. No, that's not it. It's just the noise of the street, the cars.
I lingered in the city garden, or what was left of it. Tired, I sat on a bench under the willow tree, where I had sat many times in the past. I closed my eyes, and in my mind, I saw the pavilion where the army band played the Overture of 1812 by Tchaikovsky, to the delight of the children who came to listen to the sound of the bells and drums.
Then I continued to walk along the former Marasesti road, far away, to Ursu, a very long way. From there I turned to Sarata way there, up the street, is the cemetery. A silent sea of stone and marble tombstones. There I found familiar names and once again I lived among familiar faces. Here, in the center of the main avenue - the former heads of the Jewish community. No one is missing, everyone is present at the board meeting: Dr. Tocucianu, Uziash Hershkovich, Yosef Goldenberg, Herman Kisler, Aroneanu, Avraham Feldhar, Bernstein, Mendelovich. In the Yeshiva shel ma'alah as in the yeshiva shel mata [1] The big street (Strada Mare) is also big here Lazarovich, Galia Groberg, Solomon the watchmaker and his brothers, Yakirkenner, Greenberg, Horn. No one is missing. Also, all the high society women of Bacău from those days. Those who filled the gossip columns in the local press, describing
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their clothing, their jewelry, the parties, the feasts they participated in until dawn at Perlberg's or at Corso. And here are also the respected names of rabbis resting in eternal rest in niches under small prayer houses, impressive in their simplicity: Rabbi Betzalel Shafran zl, Rabbi Blank zl.
Tired from the flood of emotions and memories, I looked at the photograph of Mirel Segal attached to his tombstone. He smiles at me like in the past when he was studying in class, when he asked me questions of various sorts. Because his curiosity and desire to know were endless. A diligent student, who became a successful engineer. When he turned 25, he was killed in a fatal car accident. And further away, in other avenues is the teachers' room. Gutman, a teacher who taught thousands of students math. A cruel disease led to the amputation of his legs. Not far from there is another teacher, Aronovich. In the past, he used to teach law and was a lawyer. A handsome man, with gray hair and neatly styled sideburns. Students envied him because of his beauty. Female students were captivated and daydreamed while he taught.
Ideas rise in my head, and I see mirages in other places. Hilda Simone, a French teacher. A strange woman both in body and spirit. A beauty with a subtle character, a pure character. Her landing at the airport in Israel was also strange. Perhaps this was the only moment in her life when she tied her fate to the lives of others and stepped out of her loneliness. However, shortly thereafter, she passed away. Apart from her students, she had no one in the world. She taught at the school in an area near Tel Aviv. When she passed away, her students published an announcement in the newspaper about her untimely death.
A few months earlier, the lawyer Mititelu passed away. He was a physical education teacher at the Jewish high school in Bacău. He was Hilda's only friend in Romania and perhaps even in Israel. The Tribune is now forever silent. He had philosophical sayings such as: The life of a man, the life of a dog, requires bread, or Some eat until they decay, and some decay until they eat.
Here I am sitting and crying by the graves of my friends and my mother.
I bypassed the pure, white grave of Laurie Cambus, who was wonderful and disappeared too soon from the stage of life and art. I continued on my way to the second cemetery, where I did not know any avenues, houses, or people. I paid the guard waiting for me at the gate the tips due to him for bringing me into the world of shadows, and I made my way into the city. Finally, a familiar shadow that in its time saved my youth: the factory of Letea, the anti-Semitic fortress of Porumbaru, the fortress of Romanian nationalism. Thus, ending my encounter with the past.
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