Leonard’s Holocaust dance

IRENE LILIENHEIM ANGELICO

Dear Leonard Cohen,

“Dance Me to the End of Love”, you once explained, “is a love song inspired by the Holocaust”. The Nazis often forced string quartets to perform as they sent prisoners to their death. “Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin,” you said, is about “the beauty there… at the end of existence.”

I began this letter before you died. It is about your ancestral home, Vilnius, or Vilna, as the Jews called it, where your family was close to coming to the end of its existence.

My husband Abbey and I were invited by the human rights festival, Inconvenient Films, to show our documentary Dark Lullabies, about the effects of the Holocaust on the next generation of Germans and Jews. You had been so warm in your response to the film, I wanted to return your generosity by telling you about the extraordinary event that happened in Vilnius.

 As you know, Vilnius was part of Poland before the Second World War. It was called “Jerusalem of the North” because of its vibrant cultural and intellectual Jewish life. But then the Germans and their collaborators created the Vilna Ghetto.

It was there that my parents were imprisoned after fleeing Warsaw. It was there that my mother audaciously removed her yellow star, risking death, to leave the ghetto and bring back a doctor to set my father’s broken leg. It was there my father’s twin sister Eda, her husband and their sweet little seven-year-old Misia, were selected for death. My father never forgave himself for not being able to save them.

The trip to Vilnius was also a pilgrimage to my parents’ past.  Today Lithuania has a population of just over three million, mostly Roman Catholics and a tiny remnant of the Jewish community.

Although Lithuanians collaborated in killing over 90 per cent of their own Jewish population, they never acknowledged any responsibility. For 75 years and three generations they said nothing, learned nothing and changed not at all.

Then, last August, the Jewish community organised a march to commemorate the massacre in Moletai, just outside of Vilnius. There, in the summer of 1941, the Lithuanian police rounded up all the Jews of the village, locked them in a synagogue without food or water, then forced them to march to their deaths. They shot over 3 400 Jews into a pit – an atrocity followed by 75 years of silence.

The Jewish community organised the march to mark the anniversary. They expected 200, maybe 300 people to come, including the victims’ relatives from other countries. But then something unprecedented occurred. It began with an article the beloved Lithuanian writer and film director Marius Ivaškevičius wrote about the event. 

“I’m not Jewish, I’m Lithuanian… I don’t know, perhaps I am naïve, but for some reason I believe our generation can end this nightmare… That time in Molėtai. Four o’clock. August 29. We will go visit those who have been waiting for us three-quarters of a century.

“I believe that as they were doing, they nonetheless knew the day would come when Lithuania would turn back to them. And then they would return to her. Because Lithuania was their home. Their only home, they had no other.”

Three thousand Lithuanians came out to march with the Jewish community. They came to recognise those murdered as their own – their own loss, and their own pain.

There were many young Lithuanians – priests, monks, and high-ranking officials including the president, ambassadors, ministers, the army chief and the 83-year-old first president of post-Soviet Lithuania. There were people from Poland, Russia, Latvia and Belarus who came to march with the loved ones of the massacred Jews.

Some non-Jews wore yellow Stars of David. Afterwards, everyone waited patiently to light a candle and place a stone on the memorial.

It took three generations for Lithuanians to begin to come to terms with their country’s role in the Holocaust. There were two emotional screenings of Dark Lullabies in Vilnius and the festival organisers ended up adding a third. The audiences that attended were almost all young people, who evidently felt they could not move forward without facing their past.

After one screening, a beautiful girl in her mid-twenties stood up and said: “We always thought this happened to the Jews. Now we realise that this happened to our own citizens, to us.”

So, their process of questioning and healing begins.

The list of people who trace their ancestry to this small town, those who the Nazis and Lithuanians wanted to annihilate, includes many ordinary folk and many of the greatest Jewish minds of our time.

[That list] includes you, the great Canadian poet-novelist-singer-songwriter-gentleman. How many other great and future leaders, thinkers, artists, parents, teachers and children did they kill?

In his commentary, Ivaškevičius wrote about your song and about the stunning loss of talent and intellect that was and almost was destroyed.

“Leonard Cohen is also from here. You must surely have heard his love ballad, ‘Dance Me to the End of Love’, and perhaps you have even danced to this song. If not, give it a listen. It turns out it’s about our Jews… in detention waiting to be brought out and shot:

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin

Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove

Dance me to the end of love.”

With love,

Irene Lilienheim Angelico