In the midst of all the misery in the ghetto lived a well-to-do ghetto elite. This elite establishment was headed by Mordechai Khaim Rumkowski — the Altester der Juden in Litzmannstadt ghetto, also referred to by the inhabitants, with sarcasm as the “King”, “the Prezes”, “der alter” (the old man) and “Chaimek” (the Polish diminutive for Khaim). Of the many poems and songs written, recited and sung about him — most carried negative connotations.
Since 1931, Mordechai Khaim Rumkowski — an ardent Zionist from White Russia, had been an elected member to the Jewish Kehile, on the right wing Zionist slate. At one time he had been the leader of their faction. Among the city dwellers who knew of him, he had been known as the professional “shnorer” (beggar), because of his position as a campaigner for funds for the orphanages. He was a moody, cranky, authoritarian man and was basically disliked by most people who knew him. There had been little respect for him even among the members of his right-wing party.
Despite his lack of education and failure in businesses, he had seemingly succeeded in his community work because of his good organizing skills and his devotion to the Zionist ideology. In 1939, he took over the management of the orphanage in Helenowek. Despite his self-proclaimed label as “the father of orphans”, an “orphan-lover and orphan-protector”, there was testimony by the children from the orphanages — some with whom I later became very familiar — and some newspaper reports that he was a maniac, a sexually deviant, child molester and abuser.
Rumkowski had a lot of “chutzpah” (brazen nerve or audacity), and truly believed in some of Hitler’s philosophies and ultimate victory. He believed that by cooperating with the Nazis, a golden opportunity existed for the Zionist dream of establishing a Jewish state, albeit under the Nazis, and the opportunity to achieve personal glory as the undisputed ruler of such state. The Jewish educational system under him was organized in such a manner as to form such a state.
Rumkowski worked closely with the German ghetto administration. At some point, he dismissed the remainder of the old Jewish community council and appointed his own relatives and friends to the new Judenrat (better known in Lodz as Beirat), which was to become an instrument to him (to establish control over the Lodz Jews) and a tool for the Nazi Germans. Despite the fact that he was actually a German puppet, he acted in a manner befitting an actual ruler — a king or dictator. A man in his middle sixties, he was often seen riding around in a “royal coach” (horse and buggy). He was always surrounded by a large security team — consisting of young men who had been known as boxers, wrestlers and members of the criminal underworld. They all belonged now to the privileged class. They were well fed, well clothed, and relatively well housed. His portrait had to be hung in all the ghetto offices. All the ghetto stamps and ghetto money, was engraved with his portrait and signature. All the posters and ghetto newspapers (usually in Yiddish and German) displayed his signature. He himself made all the final decisions regarding hiring and firing of the ghetto bureaucrats.
Khaim Rumkowski delivered fiery speeches in support of unconditional compliance with the German decrees and requests. His famous motto was: “work, obedience and order.” He often argued that “only work for the German war machine in exchange for food will save our center of productivity from calamity.” He frequently stated that if the Nazis requested a contingent of Jews and deportations were organized, “the “unproductive parasites” — smugglers, unemployed and welfare recipients — would be the first on the lists of deportees.” Many claimed that “the old crazy man’s main interest was saving his own skin and the autocratic rule by Chaim Rumhowski.
At first he claimed that his goal was to save the majority of the ghetto residents, but later his aim was reduced to saving “a percentage” or at least a small segment of the Jewish population. He used to say that those whom he will save, would be prepared to build a Zionist state in the holy land.
“The king” enjoyed having power over the nearly 250,000 Jewish inhabitants of the Litzmannstadt ghetto (natives of the city, and people from other towns and counties who were brought to the Lodz ghetto). He also tried, unsuccessfully, to expand his hegemony over other nearby cities and rural areas.
There were at least two versions of how Khaim Rumkowski got to become the Elder of the Jews.
According to one rumor, when the German authorities requested to know who was the “Elder” of the Jewish Community Council, he mistook the German word Altester (Elder) for the Yiddish word “eltster” (oldest) and called out: “Ikh bin der eltster!”
“Good, you will be responsible for the behavior, organization and cooperation of the Jews,” responded the German Chief. Thus he became the “Altester der Juden in Litzmannstadt.”
Another version that circulated in the ghetto was that when the Germans occupied the city, a high-ranking officer appeared at the Jewish Community Council and requested a list of the board members. Since most of the important leaders had already left the city (those who remained in Lodz had either been arrested, shot or were in hiding and were being hunted by the occupying authorities), and the remaining influential Jewish people did not come forward. The Germans insisted on getting together a “representative” body of Jews. Eventually, a lesser-known member of the council appeared at the German police station with Rurnkowski, whom he introduced as an authority. The Chief of the Police claimed that he was going to investigate the matter and requested that they come again on a given date and time.
In the meantime Khaim Rumkowski paid a solo visit to the Police Chief, without the knowledge of the other person. He told the Chief that he was the only true remaining leader of the Jews in the city, and explained that he was able and willing to be responsible for the behavior of the Jewish population in the city. He assured the German Chief that he would fully cooperate and satisfy all requests by the German authorities. The Police Chief immediately assigned him as the “Altester der Juden in Litzmannstadt.” When the other council member came to remind Rumkowski about their appointment with the police chief, Rumkowski announced that he was already declared as the Jewish Elder.
Rumkowski immediately began organizing the Jewish ‘self-governing’ apparatus. He organized a new Council, the Beirat, with his close political associates and relatives appointed to serve on it. He organized food cooperatives, ghetto (Jewish) police, a fire brigade, and, shortly thereafter, a Sonderkommando (Special Police). He appointed the members of the Beirat as directors of the various ‘governing’ units — the Departments of Food, Cooperatives, Justice, Health, Police, Sanitation and others. He allowed them special privileges, including special food allotments. Although the members of the Beirat also had the power over the ghetto dwellers, they actually served as Rumkowski’s personal rubber stamp, whereas he was the virtual undisputed, autocratic ruler of the ghetto.
When he began to organize the Food Cooperatives (in or about December 1939), and later the various Distribution centers and factories, he frequently made use of his favorite refrain: “Five years from now, the ghetto will tick like a clock!” Most of the people spat three times on the ground (an old Jewish superstitious custom to keep it from happening) and thought that the old man was deranged to speak of five years of war, hunger and horror.
He later married Miss Weinberger, a spinster who was half his own age (she was in the early thirties). Miss Weinberger was the Secretary to the Director of the Health Department in the Ghetto. There was much talk about Rumkowski thriving since he married the girl. With the exception of the few people who also managed to gain power after the German occupation, and lead comparatively comfortable lives, the ghetto inhabitants hated Rumkowski. They said that the Lilvak (White Russian, Latvian or Lithuanian Jew) was a crazy man, who would do anything to save his own skin and to rule over others.
No one could understand why he declared Yiddish, a language rejected by the Zionists, as the official language of the Jews in Litzmannstadt and later of the Litzmannstadt ghetto. Many believed that he was ordered to do so by the Nazi occupiers.
At the upper part of the pyramid, just below Rumkowski were the 31 Chief Directors of the various departments and social agencies who had been appointed directly by him. They occupied the best housing in the center of the ghetto and in villas in and around Marysin. They also received very enticing (larger than all others) first Beirat food rations.
The second tier consisted of the directors and managers of the social service agencies, distribution centers, resorts, law enforcement units, etc. The third tier of the elite, consisted of lesser government employees, law and order enforcers, legworkers and other bureaucrats.
All of the above wore white armbands with various styles of blue Mogen Dovids and enjoyed various degrees of privileges, including special allocations of food and clothing. They also had various degrees of other privileges — such as being allowed to frequent ghetto theaters, concerts, nightclubs and other entertainment (after the war, I was told about an established prostitution house for the elite and some German guests). Of particular importance to them was the priority they exercised in the long lines for bread, food, and coal at the distribution centers. What’s more, they had Rumkowski’s promises of security — for themselves and their families — during periods of “resettlement”. This was probably the most significant incentive for many to be compliant.
Khaim Rumkowski claimed that the protection of children, particularly orphaned children was his primary interest. He organized orphanages, old age homes, hospitals and dzialkes (garden cottages shared by ghetto youth). His main interest in the dzialkes was the advancement of Zionism among the young and that the young become efficient in agriculture. Despite his alleged “love for the children, the sick and old folks,” he was willing to sacrifice them on the altar of death, in order “to save the rest of the ghetto.”
Though it sounds unbelievable, many of his Jewish right wing colleagues, whom he had assigned to important positions, and even the Jewish Rabbinate, supported him in his attitude of collaborating with the Germans. It was never clear to me whether this was because they (like Rumkowski) agreed, at least partially with the Nazi’s super-nationalistic philosophies and believed in their final victory, or because they were primarily concerned in saving their own and their family’s skin. Even during the darkest moments of mass deportation, the Rabbinate voted in favor of the Jewish authorities continuing to perform the dirty work of capturing and delivering the victims to the Germans. Evidently, they too were willing to pay the biggest sacrifices in exchange for their prioritized opportunity to promote their own nationalist and religious goals, rituals and practices.
Rumkowski was used by the Nazi administration only as long as he was useful to his overlords, but he fully cooperated with them until the bitter end.
My maternal grandmother was considered by everyone to have been an observant and righteous Jewish mother, grandmother, neighbor, friend and member of the Jewish community, who had always been helpful to people in need — particularly to Jewish orphans. I overheard conversations about her devotion to poor children, and particularly, about incidents where she had cured small neglected children from canker, though others shied away from them. She was a very religious person and never missed Synagogue on Friday nights, Saturdays and Jewish holidays. This was the first Yom Kippur during which there was no seat in any synagogue for my grandmother to pray in. The Old Jewish Synagogue on Wolborska Street, had been blown up with dynamite. As I remember, it happened the same day as the other synagogues in town and the statue of Tadeusz Kosciusko on the Freedom Square, as well as some streets in the Jewish areas of Lodz (among them the Polnocna Street, where I was conceived) were destroyed. One day, we heard a big explosion followed by several other explosions, and people said that within minutes all these cherished places and relics were gone.
The experience during the High Holidays that year in the ghetto, was a particularly painful one for my grandmother to live through. She was still recuperating from a seriously broken leg that she suffered in a fall in early 1940. She had just returned to our home after several weeks in her daughter Khaye’s apartment, where she was rightfully accused by my cousin Sore Keyle to have been “stealing some food for me.”
Buba was very upset that there was no place for her to pray on this High Holiday. But the most painful experience for my grandmother occurred while observing the ghetto elite and their German guests stream toward the Cinema Bajka that had been turned into a synagogue for the holidays. They were demonstrating — in their new suits, holding taleysim (prayer shawls) and tfiln-zeklekh (boxes containing scripture) — under their arms and walking haughtily to the Yom Kippur services. We could clearly see the parade across the street from our window. My mother was able to point out every elitist and German official in the procession. It was an overwhelming experience. At the moment when she noticed the oncoming procession of known German ghetto administrators and overseers — famous Jew killers — being escorted by the Prezes who was dressed in the ceremonial garb of a high priest (a royal white robe with an ornamental collar, a white yarmlke and white slippers), then followed by the ghetto councilmen, directors and other Jews with elite positions in the ghetto, my grandmother was overcome by sorrow and exclaimed:
“Oh, how disgusting!” She turned her head up to the heavens and asked: “My God, is there such a thing as a God?” And she added softly: “For the murderers there is room to pray, but there is no place for me to pray on this High Holiday!”
I felt very bad for my pious grandmother and thought that the dramatic question and statement she expressed was that of a very religious person, inevitably turned agnostic at this very moment. She was turning toward God asking whether he existed! She could not understand how an all seeing, all-knowing, loving and powerful father could look down on earth and allow the atrocities and injustices we were witnessing, spurned on by our own people.
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