Theater of Cruelty (15 page)

Since it contains so much, readers get different things from the diary, just as they would from any complex work. Adolescent girls identify with Anne’s adolescence. People who want their hearts warmed by a story about a humorous girl rising above terrible circumstances will be satisfied. Jews probing for meaning in collective suffering will find it inspiring as well. Anne is a ready-made icon for those who have turned the Holocaust into a kind of secular religion. It was Anne, after all, who said that “if we bear all this suffering, and if there are still Jews left, when it is over, then Jews, instead of being doomed, will be held up as an example.” Yet at other times, Anne said she wanted people to “overlook Jew or non-Jew, and just see the young girl in me.” She believed in God, but cared little for the ritual forms of Jewish faith. She said Jews “can never become just Netherlanders or just English or any nation for that matter,” but she also said that her “first wish after the war is that I may become Dutch!”

About the hard questions in life, then, Anne felt ambivalent. That was a mark of her intelligence. But since the question of what it is to be a Jew happens to be a most contentious one, her ambivalence on that score has caused great bitterness among Jews who seek Anne’s spiritual patronage. Reading about Meyer Levin’s feuds with Anne’s father, Otto Frank, over the right to produce different versions of the diary on stage, you get the feeling that the vexed question about Jewish “identity” is being fought over Anne’s soul.

Everyone wants his own Anne: Otto Frank wanted his daughter to teach a universal lesson of tolerance; and Meyer Levin wanted her to teach Jews how to be good Jews. Both have their defenders. Barbara Epstein, who coedited
The New York Review of Books
, was the first
American editor of the diary, and close to Otto. The two books by Lawrence Graver and Ralph Melnick offer different views: Graver is neutral, but Melnick is one of Levin’s chief advocates.
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Now that the play is being revived on Broadway, in Wendy Kesselman’s rewritten version, Levin’s defenders, including, most stridently, Cynthia Ozick, seem to be winning the day. In an age of “identity politics,” where universalism has acquired a bad odor, this is hardly surprising.

Ozick, following Levin, accuses Otto of falsifying his daughter’s diary, and blames it on his “deracinated temperament.”
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Accusing Jews of rootlessness is an old anti-Semitic ploy. I suppose what Ozick means by this repellent phrase is that Otto’s “temperament” should have been more Jewish. I am not sure what a Jewish “temperament” is, but Otto’s roots were German, and it was the Nazis who cut them off.

Otto Frank was born in Frankfurt-am-Main, in a family of cultivated, liberal German Jews, the kind of people who listened to Beethoven and Brahms, read Goethe and Schiller, attended the Gymnasium, and felt patriotic about Germany. During World War I, Otto was made a lieutenant in the German army. He was not a religious man. If that means he was “deracinated,” then so be it. But there is no reason to believe he was ashamed of his Jewish ancestry. He claimed never to have experienced anti-Semitism before the Nazis, even in the army, which may be true. His privileged background, shared by many other Jews in France or Hungary or Holland, meant that being persecuted in his own country as a member of an “inferior race” was a particularly sickening blow. A detail about his arrest by the Nazi police in 1944 shows the complexity of his position. When
the Austrian policeman who broke into the annex spotted a trunk with Otto’s military rank written on the lid, the wretched man’s attitude changed instantly. “Inwardly,” Otto later recalled, “this police sergeant has snapped to attention.”
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This tragicomic scene was not used in any theatrical version of the diary.

Otto admitted that the Holocaust made him more conscious of being a Jew—how could it not have? But any form of Jewish essentialism, any attempt by Jews or Gentiles to once again single him out and put him in a unique category, would have been abhorrent. This attitude was not uncommon among survivors. Most French Jews were happy to be defined by General de Gaulle as French citizens, nothing more, nothing less, who had suffered under the Nazis, like all French patriots. This was a distortion of history, to be sure, but perhaps not a distortion of identity: after all, in many cases, they always had felt more French than anything else and were pleased to be welcomed back to the fold. It was left to their children to redress the historical balance.

So when Otto returned to Amsterdam, as the lone survivor of his family, and was handed his daughter’s diary by Miep Gies, the Dutch woman who had helped to hide the Franks during the war, he was not inclined to view it as a “Jewish” document. First of all, it was his daughter’s document. Reading it, knowing what had happened to her, must have been unutterably painful. The idea that she had died for nothing, as just another grisly statistic, would have sharpened his pain. But in the end, there were her words, and she had intended them to be published. Only they would give meaning to her death. The question was precisely what meaning they should convey. How to be a good Jew, keep to the ancestral faith, and bear witness to Jewish
suffering? That is certainly one way of reading them. Jews “will be held up as an example,” she wrote. She also said, “Who knows, it might even be our religion from which the world and all peoples learn good.” She even struck a Darwinist note: “Right through the ages there have been Jews, through all the ages they have had to suffer, but it has made them strong too; the weak fall but the strong will remain and never go under!”

Otto, however, chose to read his daughter’s words in a different, more universal light. If the world and all peoples are to learn good, he thought, then all forms of discrimination must be tackled at once. When an Israeli journalist asked him whether he intended to continue his struggle against anti-Semitism, Otto answered, “No, not against anti-Semitism, but against discrimination, against lack of human understanding, and prejudice. Anti-Semitism is the primary example of these three. To fight anti-Semitism one has to touch the root of the evil.”
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The reasoning is impeccable. But the problem with using a historical example for such a universal aim is that the specific is too easily overlooked. The Nazi attempt to exterminate all Jews was not simply an unusually extreme form of human prejudice; nothing quite like it had ever been attempted before. When the movie version of Anne’s diary, or, more accurately, the movie version of the staged version of the diary, first came out, the critic for
The Hollywood Reporter
hailed it as an expression of “Anne’s final philosophy.” And this was “that other peoples have also suffered persecution but always there have been some people … who have taken a stand for decency. This proved to her that the world is fundamentally and enduringly good.”
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In fact, Anne didn’t have a “final philosophy,”
and what she wrote was less comforting. But
The Hollywood Reporter
accurately reflected Otto’s idealism, as well as the simple, uplifting message that Broadway and Hollywood producers liked to sell.

Otto’s universal message against prejudice certainly left its mark in Anne’s adopted land, where the Anne Frank Foundation, set up by Otto himself, has done a great deal to spread the good word. Newsletters are sent out. A traveling Anne Frank education program goes around the schools. Videos and comic books are distributed about black teenagers being excluded from discos or children of Turkish immigrants being bullied in the schoolyard. None of this is bad, but this type of education is taking place in an atmosphere where symbols of collective suffering are becoming the primary source of national or ethnic or religious identification. A common lack of historical perspective, or even knowledge, might help to explain this.

When I went to elementary school in Holland in the 1950s, history was national history, which meant learning about national heroes: William the Silent beating the Spaniards, Admiral de Ruyter beating the English, and the Dutch resistance … well, not quite beating but fighting heroically against the Germans. For some time I was under the happy illusion that the Princess Irene Brigade had single-handedly taken the beaches at Normandy. Heroism has gone out of fashion in history education now. Indeed, education in pre-twentieth-century history has gone out of style altogether. And so, of course, has religious education, except in a few pockets of die-hard Protestantism. Instead, children learn about the evils of sexual, racial, and gender discrimination. Victims have become more familiar than heroes or saints. Anne Frank is the saintly victim every Dutch schoolchild knows. So even in this respect, Anne’s wish has come true. The Dutch have taken her to their collective bosom as the most famous Dutch victim in history.

It was a tragic misfortune that Otto Frank’s first and most fervent American promoter should have been a man whose take on Anne’s diary was utterly at odds with Otto’s own. Meyer Levin was born in Chicago, the son of immigrants from Lithuanian shtetls. His father had a shop called Joe the Tailor. Meyer was a gifted child, and his parents worked hard to give him a good education. Religion was not part of it. Levin, like Otto Frank, was not bar mitzvahed. But he was called “kike” and “sheeny” by the Italian kids, and he felt ashamed of his parents’ lower-middle-class
Yiddishkeit
. According to Graver, he once told an interviewer how much he hated the “shame and inferiority in my elders; they considered themselves as nothing, greenhorns, Jews.”

However, after years of fretting about it, Levin found a focus for his uneasy Jewish “identity.” It came from the shock of seeing German concentration camps, as a reporter, in 1945. In a dispatch from Buchenwald, he wrote: “My mind has become in the faintest way like their minds; I am beginning to understand how they feel.” This vicarious identification would grow stronger in time. Levin felt he had to “pay for being alive,” by bearing witness, by writing about the Jewish experience, by creating, in his books, a Jewish voice or, as Cynthia Ozick might prefer, by voicing the Jewish “temperament.” But this was before Saul Bellow or Philip Roth (or Woody Allen) made Jewish voices familiar to a wide audience. Levin’s novel about his Jewish self-discovery, entitled
In Search
, was rejected by American publishers, and he had the manuscript printed in Paris at his own expense.

While feeling rejected and dejected, his Jewish voice cast beyond the pale, Levin once again had a revelation. He came upon Anne Frank, in French, as a kindred soul. Her diary, he said, years later,
when he was fighting her father in the Supreme Court of the State of New York, “had a passion similar to mine in setting down truly the lives of these people.” He believed he understood her in a way few others, certainly no Gentiles, ever could. So he got in touch with Otto, and offered to promote the publication of the diary in America. He also thought the book would make a good play, and suggested that he would be the best man to write it. Impressed by Levin’s enthusiasm, Otto agreed.

The rest of the sad story can be briefly told. The US edition of the diary, published by Doubleday, was boosted by Levin’s glowing review on the front page of
The New York Times Book Review
. He also wrote the play. It was rejected by various producers as unsuitable for the commercial stage. Otto was persuaded to drop Levin in favor of two established Hollywood scriptwriters, both Gentiles, who were recommended by Lillian Hellman. The husband-and-wife team, Frances Goodrich and Albert Hackett, known for their work with Frank Capra, produced a heartwarming, uplifting work, full of laughter and tears, about a perky teenager who happens to be Jewish but could just as well not be. The Nazis manage to snuff out her life but not her message of tolerance and goodwill. The rest is showbiz history.

To Levin this was not just a career setback; it was a conspiracy of Stalinists, Broadway hucksters, and self-hating Jews to stifle his authentic Jewish voice. The main Stalinist, in his opinion, was Hellman. Through her manipulations, Anne had been robbed of her Jewish identity and became an unwitting propagandist for progressive internationalism, which crushed every national sentiment, and Zionism in particular. The Broadway huckster was Garson Kanin, the director, who smothered Anne in all-American schmaltz. And the self-hating Jew was of course Otto himself, who masked his (and his daughter’s) true identity in vacuous universalism.

And Levin? More and more, he began to see himself as Anne’s alter ego, or even as Anne herself. He compared the Broadway producers who championed Goodrich and Hackett’s play to Nazis who took away business from Jews. His own play, Levin said, had been “killed by the same arbitrary disregard that brought an end to Anne and six million others. There is, among the survivors, a compulsion to visit on others something of the evil that was visited on them.” This particularly low blow was aimed at Otto, of course. And for good measure: “Oh how your daughter would weep for the evil use to which you have allowed her work to be put.” But Levin would wage a “Warsaw ghetto resistance” against the Broadway production. He sued Otto for breach of contract, unsuccessfully. He then asked Simon Wiesenthal to look into Otto’s behavior at Auschwitz. But Wiesenthal had better things to do.