Originally published in 1999 by Verlag Turia and Kant (in German) Vienna.
Published 2004 by Transaction Publishers
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Library of Congress Catalog Number: 2013043059
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Fischer, Malvine, 1878-1941, author.
[Briefe aus Wien. English]
Nazi laws and Jewish lives : letters from Vienna / [edited with commentary by] Edith Kurzweil, with a new preface by the author.
pages cm
Originally published in 1999 by Verlag Turia and Kant (in German), Vienna.
1. Fischer, Malvine, 1878-1941--Correspondence. 2. Jews--Austria--Vienna--Correspondence. 3. Holocaust, Jewish (1939-1945)--Austria--Vienna. I. Kurzweil, Edith, editor. II. Title.
DS135.A93F57413 2014
940.5318092--dc23
2013043059
ISBN 13: 978-1-4128-5378-1 (pbk)
One day in 1982, while I was immersed in research for a book on psychoanalysis at the offices of Viennas Freud Gesellschaft, its librarian, Lydia, showed me a shiny, red book, Das Sonderrecht fr die Juden im NS-Staat (Special Laws for Jews in the National Socialist State).1 This is a shortened summary of over two thousand special laws, decrees, and regulations the Nazis ordered for the treatment of Jews in Germany, Austria, and in whatever other countries they conquered, she said. I then was too involved in my psychological investigations to want to bother. But when, a few months later, I tried to buy a copy of that publication, I was informed that it was out of print. Thats strange, commented Lydia. She soon found out that the book had been withdrawndeemed as too upsetting for potential German and Austrian readers, most of whom had stood by, cooperated, or even benefitted from the Nazis hegemony. Just another example of the Viennese saying: Was e net weiss macht me net heiss, (what I dont know doesnt bother me) I thought. But Lydia went on to search for a copy. She soon was successful. Now, I counted 1,059 statutes and restrictions separating full-blooded Germans from guests-cum-parasites, that is, from Jews, half-Jews (Mischlinge), and quarter-Jews that had been ordered between Hitlers ascendance as chancellor and the Austrian Anschluss in March 1938. These Sonderrechte, in Austria, were ipso facto accepted, and (however sloppily) enacted. The volume below includes only the decrees that affected the members of my familythose who still had to remain in Austria after my mothers departure on April 6, 1940.
By rereading the letters my mother had received, mostly from her mother, Malvine Fischer, I was able to relate her worries and complaints to the edicts she was responding to, to those that were in the making, and to the rumors of yet more deadly persecutions the Nazis tried to keep secret. In a chatty, off-the-cuff style, my grandmother writes about the trials and tribulations of relatives, friends, and neighbors attempts and setbacks at emigration, andin their personal codeabout ever increasing restrictions in her daily existence: that Papa no longer may sit in the park; that medications are hard to come by; that she may do her marketing only between 4:00 and 5:00 pm when shelves are nearly empty; that she must be grateful to the Arian woman [who] is willing to keep giving [her] material to crochet gloves. But she also complains that the woman is paying her less and less, and that ever-greater efforts are required to provide enough food to keep her family from starving.
Malvine Fischers letters are exemplars of the countless missives Jewswho still had not received entry visas to the United States, England, Shanghai, or anywhere elsesent to their more fortunate relatives and acquaintances. (Gita Kaufmans recent film, Shadows From My Past, is based on such intimate letters as well, and follows up with questions to now prominent Austrians, for the most part about that past and about current anti-Semitic and political attitudes.) The unlucky Jews, some of whom, like my paternal grandparents, had expected to end their lives in Vienna, albeit under restricted circumstances, eventually saw the proverbial handwriting on the wall, although they were kept in the dark about the Final Solution that awaited themin mass shootings, extermination camps, gas chambers, and death marches. Few records of their lives survive. But the lucky immigrants worked day and night at whatever jobs they could get in order to gain a foothold in their new country, and to prove to the American immigration authorities that they had at least $2,000 in a bank accountafter paying for their relatives passages to America. However, few native-born Americans, none of whose newspapers carried much information about the Shoah before the Eichmann trial in 1961, were overly concerned.
Since then, there has been an avalanche of so-called Holocaust literature, whether to make sure that a similar genocide will never happen again, to deny that it really did take place, or to analyze one or another specific aspect that supposedly was at its roots. Especially since the fall of the Iron Curtain, more and more concentration camps have been discovered, and archives have been opened to scholars: statistics abound and Nazi records and actions are being debated, as is Hitlers book, Mein Kampf, where, already in 1922, he set out his plan to cleanse the world of Jews.
After World War II, American psychoanalysts, many of whom themselves had escaped from the Nazis, diagnosed the fortunate refugees, all those who had escaped that mass murder, as suffering from survivors guilt. Having gotten away while still an irresponsible youngster, I didnt qualify for that designation. But my mother, who in order to be able to save her relatives had slaved in sweatshops day and night, did torment herself until her death at the age of 101. She kept wondering what else she could have undertaken to get her family to America. Of course, she was ignorant of the softer anti-Semitism in president Roosevelts state department that restricted visas and of the political influence of, for instance, union leaders who feared that immigrants might take jobs away from their members.
But psychologists and psychoanalysts also have changed foci. Their current literature zeroes in on treatment for posttraumatic stress disorder of criminals and their victims, orphans and delinquents, widows and battle-scarred soldiers, and so on. Certainly, as some argue, survivors guilt might have been alleviated by such treatment. Thereby, it might have spared the so-called second generationthe children of survivorssome of the problems that arose from growing up with traumatized parents who were unable to loosen up, were overly anxious, and did not know how to rid themselves of their (unwarranted) feelings of guilt.