Echoes Across Generations: Questioning Meeting a Nazi Executioner’s Heir
“I hope I am not making a mistake” I said to myself out loud an hour before a scheduled video call.
Three months ago I received an email from a dear friend in Poland. One of the things she wrote about was this:
“A glimmer of hope comes from contact with the nephew of Heinrich Hamann, the executioner of Mszana Dolna and the surrounding areas (one of the major childhood towns where my mother was raised) who ordered and commanded the murder of Jews. His nephew, the son of this bandit’s youngest brother, together with his cousin are coming to Poland to follow in the footsteps of their uncle’s murders, with a message of reconciliation and remembrance. We have not met yet, but he is supposed to visit us in September.
I told him about your extraordinary gesture towards the German Consul during the 80th Anniversary Memorial Commemoration in Mszana Dolna during 2022. He was very moved and is interested in meeting you….”
It took me two weeks to respond to my lantzman’s request. Intellectually, I knew that accepting this meeting may be positive, but I had many emotional reservations.
I was thinking of my mother who passed away two years ago. I could imagine how she would react if I was to meet with the nephew of the Nazi commander in charge and participating in the brutal murder of nearly every Jew in that Galician region and its environs, including members of my mother’s family. It didn’t matter that this was the nephew. “The son shall not bear the guilt of the of the father (Yehezkel 18:20)” be damned. Yehezkel, despite being a Prophet, knew nothing of the impending Shoah.
Of course, it is unhealthy to allow the superego to dictate our every move in life. If I did, I would never have journeyed to Poland and Ukraine as many times as I since that initial visit with Mom in 2001. My mother could never understand my constant returning to those lands. Interestingly enough, as the years went on, she was more supportive, despite her continuing to express her doubts.
Which brings me back to the possible encounter with the nephew. In weighing the positives and negatives, the only thing holding me back was pure emotion-a knee jerk reaction born of pain.
It reminded me of forty years earlier. I was involved in Second Generation and presenting workshops at their conferences. During the late 1980’s a second-generation group from West Germany approached us asking if we could partake in some joint projects and dialogue.
I was vehemently against it. The timing was wrong. The West German second generation consisted of the children of Nazi perpetrators. I thought they should deal with their own issues without involving us. Their struggles are not our struggles. The American second generation was developing its own identity, both as a group and individually, during that post war period, a mere forty years since the Holocaust.
Here we are today, forty years later, or rather eighty years since the end of the Holocaust. The era of the postwar years has concluded. The survivors, who are also the witnesses, are few in their numbers and fading in time. The world is forgetting, rather the world has not learned from the lessons of the Holocaust. We see that in the rising antisemitism today. Jews are again in a precarious position, just as they have been during their 2,000 years of exile prior to The War.
I concluded that since this nephew is seeking “reconciliation and remembrance” then I must meet with him. There, of course, will be no reconciliation. That is up to the victims, and not the survivors, of the Holocaust, and not me or anyone else.
However, something more meaningful may result from this. Charles Krauthammer Z”L, the outspoken conservative commenter once remarked that we, as Jews, must embrace anyone who would befriend us. Jews are very much alone in this world. We have a scant number of friends. Therefore, I concluded, to accept this nephew’s request to meet.
And so I did. We exchanged several emails, and finally met via a video call this past Armistice Day- appropriately enough.
My expectations were low. I did not expect any relationship to develop past one meeting. I approached the meeting out of decency, out of respect for my friend’s wishes, and of course, my curiosity.
This essay will not talk specifically as to what transpired, but the conversation exceeded all expectations.
The nephew was very sincere and articulate during the conversation. He was well educated, retired, affable, handsome and distinctively Germanic in appearance.
Like me, he was wrestling with conflicting emotions. His own superego was at work—many of his cousins know nothing about his quiet efforts to confront their family’s past.
He opened up and expressed his motivations allowing me to lower my guard. and to also open up.
The nephew and I will continue this dialogue. We do not know what the end result will be, or where it will lead but it is important to take advantage of this moment.
