Friday, May 28, 2010

Amazing Story from Assisi Italy


My family with Nicola (far right)
My husband Don and I hosted an exchange student from Italy, Nicola Dalla Torre, for one semester this school year. While he was with us, he heard many stories of World War 2 but the one that touched his heart the most was the Monks of Assisi saving hundreds of Jews. He went home in January and researched it finding a survivor in Rome (quite a distance from his home). By telephone and mailing back and forth (she doesn't have email), he has come up with her story in a short bio form. He has written a children's book and it's currently being illustrated by a young artist in Bettendorf, Iowa. Here is the amazing story:

Graziella Viterbi was born on 1926, May 19th in Padova, a city in the north-eastern part of Italy. She lived happily in a villa with her mother and father. She studied with a private teacher during the elementary school years. She took courses of eurhythmics and foreign languages. At the age of six, she began to learn about Jewish culture and respect for the Jewish festivals. A woman named Ada Levi, then wife of the Padova’s Rabbi, was her teacher. During these early years, Graziella had many friends - both Jewish and Christian.
In 1933, when Graziella was seven, her little sister, Miriam, was born. Through the ratification of some national laws, the racial discrimination of Jews began in Italy in 1938. At that time Graziella was twelve and spending her holidays with her parents in Lido di Venezia, a famous Italian tourist destination.
The newspapers reported that every Jew, whether student or teacher, was no longer welcome at the state schools. Graziella’s reaction to the bylaw was really different to the one of her friends and relatives. She thought: “They don’t want me? Well, so I don’t belong any more to the group and I’m happy as it is”. Miriam though was 5 years old, and felt thoroughly the racial laws: she didn’t have many friends and she suffered from loneliness. Also Graziella’s father, teacher at Padova’s university, endured the removal from the school.
A year later Lucia and Clara Levi, two Jewish sisters who were former teachers, decided to host in their house all the students that had been expelled from the school “Tito Livio” in Padova, from 8th to 12th grade. Afterwards a villa in Pontecorvo was bought and a real Jewish school was organized, with Augusto Levi as Principal. Religion classes were taught here as well.
The persecutions started soon: more and more often there were intimidating phone calls, and Jews walking alone at night were attacked and beaten. Some started talking about going away. Some were able to go abroad: this, for example, was decided by Graziella’s father’s family, who took refuge in the United States of America.
During summer 1943, Graziella’s family had to decide where to go on vacation. The choices were few because a list of the places where the Jews weren’t allowed to go to was published. The family chose Porretta, in province of Bologna. The vacation was serene, until the arrival of the German troops on 1943, September 8th. Most of the residents in this hotel were Jewish so to avoid problems the owner decided to move them to a nursing home in the mountains. It was their hope they wouldn’t be found and while they were moving, there was talk of the possibility of going south, to Assisi. The city was considered a safe destination because it was far from the main road junctions and a fantastic podestà (Italian ancient name for “mayor”) governed the city.
Telling the German police that they were from the South of Italy and that they were heading back home, the Viterbis obtained a car to reach Assisi. In Arezzo, halfway to their destination, the car broke down, but they successfully get to Assisi without making the police suspicious. When they arrived, they looked for accommodation, but all the hotels had been confiscated by the Nazis. They heard about an underground movement led by a bishop, Placido Nicolini. It seems that with the help of Aldo Brunacci and the Franciscan monk Rufino Nicacci it would hide Jews in the religious buildings of the city. Furthermore, with the help of the Brizzi brothers, they were able to supply Jews with false documents. Once they talked with the bishop, the Viterbis had their new identity cards printed out and their last name changed into “Varelli”.
Every single night Graziella told her sister the story she had invented about their provenience: they were from Lecce, in the south of Italy. The anxiety about knowing perfectly the story grew when Graziella found in Assisi a person from Lecce for real that talked to her: she had to speak with a perfect local accent and to know mnemonically the streets of the city. Fortunately, she had learned the location of the main buildings thanks to a map found during their stay.
One day, while arresting a couple of Jews that were suspected of having done something wrong, the Gestapo found a tiny defect in the seal on their identity cards. The bishop immediately decided to change all the identity cards already handed out. The last names were changed again. “Varelli” became “Vitelli”. The choice of the last name was fundamental. The first letters had to be the same of the real last name, so that if a Jew had been asked to sign a document, they would have had the time to correct themselves if they had started signing their real name.
Il podestà Fortini fu anch’egli di grande aiuto per la famiglia Viterbi. Propose di nascondere nel proprio giardino alcuni loro effetti personali, cosicché anche se sotto investigazione, non vi era prova del loro essere ebrei. Quando poi gli fu chiesto di relazionare sulla città che reggeva, negò la presenza di ebrei all’interno del territorio comunale.
The podestà Fortini was also helpful for the Viterbis. He proposed to bury some of their personal effects in his garden, so that even if under investigation, there was no proof of their being Jewish. Then, when he was asked about the city he governed by the Germans, he denied the presence of Jews hidden in the city
The Nazi colonel Müller was assigned to control Assisi. He may have known about the underground organization but turned a blind eye to the situation. He was part of the German army, but he didn’t share the politic ideology. There was a Nazi plan scheduled to attack Assisi, but Müller obstruct the German troops from destroying the city. As soon as he went back to Germany, he faced trouble because of the obstruction. He went back many times to Assisi, where the mayor and the citizens decided to grant him honorary citizenship. When he died two years later many olive tree branches, the Christian symbol of chastity and peace, were sent to sprig his grave.
Following the repeal of the racial laws, Graziella’s father obtained a job as a teacher at Perugia’s University. The Viterbis stayed in Assisi for seven years. Graziella moved to Rome, where she specialized in Law / Criminology. Also, she studied Social Assistance at the Psychology faculty of the same college. She became editor of a newspaper in association with an humanitarian Israeli organization and she doubled also as social worker for Joint, an American organization for the assistance of the Jew refugees from East Europe.
Now she lives in Rome alone. She’s widower. She has two sons and four grandchildren, two girls and two boys. She’s been trying to talk carefully about her Holocaust experience with the eldest. This granddaughter was really impressed by what happened to her grandma, but hasn’t expressed a personal reflection yet.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Amazing Story from France

I spent time in Minneapolis last week meeting Holocaust educators along with dear friends; includng my Jewish friend Esther Thompson from Paris. While there I learned about this amazing story from France:

Le Chambon-sur-Lignon is a Protestant village in Haute-Loire in southern France. During World War II, it became a haven for Jews fleeing from the Nazis and their French collaborators. The Chambonais hid Jews in their homes, sometimes for as long as four years, provided them with forged I.D. and ration cards, and helped them over the border to safety in Switzerland. With their history of persecution as a religious minority in Catholic France, empathy for Jews as the people of the Old Testament, and the powerful leadership and example of their pastor and his wife, Andre and Magda Trocme, the people of Chambon acted on their conviction that it was their duty to help their "neighbors" in need. The Chambonais rejected any labeling of their behavior as heroic. They said: "Things had to be done and we happened to be there to do them. It was the most natural thing in the world to help these people." After the round- up and deportation of Jews in Paris in July 1942, Pastor Trocme had delivered a sermon to his parishioners, "The Christian Church should drop to its knees and beg pardon of God for its present incapacity and cowardice." The American Friends (Quakers) and other Protestant organizations and Catholic clergy provided assistance to Chambon to set up homes for children whose parents had been deported. The head of one of these homes was Daniel Trocme, the young cousin of Pastor Trocme. In June 1943 he and "his" children were arrested and deported to the East. Daniel Trocme died in Majdanek. The Trocmes have been recognized by Yad Vashem as Righteous among the Nations; a tree was planted in honor of Andre and Magda Trocme and another in honor of Daniel Trocme. A small garden and plaque were dedicated to the people of Chambon

Friday, May 21, 2010

Committed Young People

I drove home from Minneapolis last night (LATE) in the rain thinking about the meetings I had while in the Twin Cities. I met with leaders in both the Christian community and Jewish community. It was a wonderful time of meeting new friends and reconnecting with old friends.

I found a wonderful teacher who is willing to work with students over the summer to write three children's books. They will write about two local Jewish survivors and one French teacher who was the daughter of a Pastor who helped the Jews. This pastor was a Righteous Gentile for risking his life (and his family's life) to do the right thing.

I can't wait to see the work they complete with this project. I'm so excited to think about the students in Minnesota who will benefit from their labor of love to do this storytelling project.

While in the Twin Cities, I spent time with a lovely Jewish friend from Paris France. Her mother was raised in London fearfully surviving the constant bombing raids of WWII. Her mother always felt connected to the Jews in other parts of Europe who were less fortunate. My friend Esther is amazed at these students who want to be part of this project. It is my hope we can find a young author in Paris or London to tell her mother's story.

I feel like her mother is a survivor of another sort - one who went in her 80s to visit a camp and pay her respects. It was a blinding snowstorm and cell phones wouldn't work in the weather. Esther told me how frightening and uncomfortable she found it to be. We both found it ironic.

Then today, another student stepped forward at a meeting I was at in East Moline - she will tell the story of a young Gypsy boy who lost his entire family at Auschwitz. By a miralce, he was a survivor.

I thank God for these young authors. Their committment touches my heart.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Time Slipping By ...

I promised myself I would be a good blogger and at least update once a week. I slipped! Sorry.

It's been a very interesting and fulfilling time so I should have been documenting it. First - I took my YES exchange students - students from the Middle East who are here on a scholarship - to Chicago last week. We went through the Shedd Acquairium and saw the sights downtown before making our way to Skokie to spend the night. After some amazing deep dish pizza, we retired so we could get up early and go to the Holocaust Museum.

We were a small group - one student from Oman, one from Pakistan, one from Zanzibar, Bangladesh, Lebanon, Yemen and Jordan. We went into the museum and met a friend of mine - Aaron Elster - who is a survivor. Aaron took time to meet the kids and then told him the story of being a hidden child in Poland. He suffered at the hands of the Nazis and then his mother sent him to a friendly Christian women who begrudgingly let him sleep in her attic. He was there for over two years! He got a little bit of food and water each day to survive - it was hot in the summer and cold in the winter. He was covered with filth and with lice - I cannot imagine!

They listened with open hearts and open minds. Four of group had already committed to writing a children's book about Holocaust stories from Alabania where Muslim families hid Jews. They had heard some stories but it's completely different when you hear one from a survivor themselves. It becomes very real.

Aaron suggested we sit in on a school tour who was going to hear from a survivor by the name of Barbara Steiner. She spoke about growing up in Warsaw, being in the Warsaw ghetto (and part of the resistance) and then spending the rest of the war in a concentration camp. The students - again - were spellbound by her talk.

The rest of the museum was very interesting too, but there is nothing like hearing from a survivor.

We ended the trip with a treat - I introduced them to the Cheesecake Factory! Needless to say, everyone loved it! What's not to love?