Finding the Aaronsohns

When my cousin Gayle sent her weekly e-letter this week, she noted the Gutenberg site, a digital collection of literature that predates the web, at least I remember reading it in the early 90s when everything on the net was text. She provided the link so I clicked over and started to browse, finding the Aaronsohns, first Alexander's memoir in 1916 of being a Jew born in Palestine conscripted into the Turkish military, then through Google a recent book about Sarah, his sister who was a spy against the Turks in Palestine, and then finally through a blogger, an account of a popular Israeli children's book about Sarah.

Title: With the Turks in Palestine; Author: Alexander Aaronsohn; Written in 1916 From the introduction which this week has a familiar ring as we watch what's happening in Georgia:

"While Belgium is bleeding and hoping, while Poland suffers and dreams of liberation, while Serbia is waiting for redemption, there is a little country the soul of which is torn to pieces—a little country that is so remote, so remote that her ardent sighs cannot be heard.

It is the country of perpetual sacrifice, the country that saw Abraham build the altar upon which he was ready to immolate his only son, the country that Moses saw from a distance, stretching in beauty and loveliness,—a land of promise never to be attained,—the country that gave the world its symbols of soul and spirit. Palestine!"

Then when I googled the author and worked through bunches of wikis and reviews all using the same information, I came across a review of a book by Hillel Halkin.

Halkin in a reworked and stunning new edition of The Liar, [which had been serialized] "A Strange Death" (Public Affairs, 400 pages, $26). He tells the story as he learned it, starting with the day in 1970 that he and his wife, Marcia, arrived in the town of Zichron Ya'akov in northern Israel. . . the story of a Jewish spy ring that aided the British against the Turks in Palestine during World War I. It was an incredible conspiracy, led by a beautiful woman, Sarah Aaronsohn.

And Miriam Shaviv writes that he is on sacred ground because

Of-course, no matter how original, provoking and sophisticated Halkin's book is, for an entire generation of Israeli kids, the only book which will ever really count on the subject is Sarah Giborat Nili ('Sarah the Heroine of Nili), Dvorah Omer's heart-breaking account of the affair for children. I first learned Hebrew by reading an abridged version in easy language, and still remember getting upset over Avshalom Feinberg's death. I hope Halkin knows he's treading on hallowed ground!

Then I found another book (via Google) about the Aarohnsons just published last year, called The Aarohnson Saga, which covers his post-war Zionist activities and death.

Isn't the internet fun! You could go to Gutenberg.org every day, pick an author you've never read, and then take a peek at how she or he has fared over time.

There are also digitized sheet music and audio books, so I also stopped to listen while looking around, although Jane Austen wasn't within my theme of WWI spies.

Armenians in my family tree

When the Democrats decided an apology from the Turks for the slaughter of Armenians nearly a century ago was the way to defeat our troops in Iraq, I began to check the family tree. There wasn't much mixing until the 1920s and 1930s when the Scots-Irish Protestants and German-Swiss Anabaptists started finding each other, but we're quite a stew now. Native Americans, Alaskan First Peoples, Mexican Americans, African Americans. And sure enough, with the click of a mouse I see the west coast Kerkorians descended from the Pennsylvania Danner/George group as did I. However, I got bogged down with the Woos and the Lams, the Chinese "cousins" who are also in the Danner/George branch of the family (I have over 3500 names in my Family Tree Maker database).

What the Turks did to the Armenians was awful. Millions died or fled their homeland, leaving behind families, culture, churches and businesses. However, a much higher percentage of Irish died at the hands of the British through famine and immigration, going into exile in North America, Australia and New Zealand. Because Ireland is a tiny island, the Irish lost half its population to bad government and agricultural policies--far more than Africa did to the slave trade a century before the great famine.

So where do you start when demanding reparations and resolutions about old wrongs? The people who perpetrated them or suffered at their hands are gone. Should the American blacks go after the Arabs and African tribal chiefs because they initiated the slave trade needing an outlet for war booty? Can the Irish go after the British who were just going after the descendants of the Celts and Vikings who had earlier invaded and enslaved Ireland? Their descendants, those who survived those difficult times, have a better life in their new lands than the descendants of those who stayed behind.

Also, it is unthinkable that a powerful American ethnic lobby group, whether La Raza or descendants of WWII internment camps or descendants of the plantation slaves would ever stop with an apology, no matter how heartfelt, soothing and useless. The bar would be raised demanding more reparations for loss of culture, personal humiliation of great-grandpa and God only knows what other indignities difficult to quantify.

Today's opinion page in the WSJ pretty well summed it up:

If Nancy Pelosi and Tom Lantos want to take down U.S. policy in Iraq to tag George Bush with failure, they should have the courage to walk through the front door to do it."

For another view, see Silvio Canto Jr's blog