Monday, July 09, 2012

The neglected anniversary of my wife's exodus

David Harris

Forty-five years ago this month, Mrs David Harris had to flee a raging mob in Libya, along with the few thousand remaining Jews. In his Jerusalem Post blog, her husband explains what lessons can be learned from her trauma.

Libya is once again in the news.

It’s been a while, since the media largely lost interest following Muammar el-Qaddafi’s ouster and assassination.

The North African nation just held its first election. What emerges will doubtless have regional consequences.

But there’s another reason Libya should be in the public eye now, though don’t hold your breath it will make the news anytime soon.

Forty-five years ago this month, the last Jews of Libya were forced to flee the country. They included my wife, then 16 years old, her seven siblings, and her parents.
In the end, they were among the lucky ones.

Some would call them, and the few thousand other Jews who remained in the country after 1951, na├»ve. That’s when Libya gained its independence from the British. There had already been pogroms in 1945 and 1948. The vast majority of Jews had no confidence that a newly sovereign Libya, whatever its constitutional guarantees might promise, would emerge democratic and law-abiding, and they left.

The remaining Libyan Jews were targeted following the outbreak of the 1967 Six-Day War, a thousand miles away, for no other reason than that they were Jews.

My wife’s family found a raging mob in front of their Tripoli home, and calls rang out to burn the house down. The ten occupants trembled in fear inside.

Miraculously, they were saved. One man courageously addressed the mob and told them to leave the family alone. He knew them, he said, and they were good people.

The crowd dispersed to look for other Jews, while this lone individual arranged for the family to be shuttled to a safe house for a couple of weeks until they could manage to go abroad.
They left on July 14, never to return.

The link with the country today known as Libya – believed to date back to the tragic 15th century exodus of Jews from Spain, in the case of my wife’s maternal lineage, and 2,000 years to the involuntary Roman transport of Jews from Palestine in the case of her paternal lineage – was severed.

Italy, which had once been the colonial power in Libya, gave the family refuge.
With nothing other than a few suitcases and barely a couple hundred dollars, they started new lives.

But rather than wallow in victimization, they put one foot in front of the other and moved forward. It wasn’t easy, especially for such a large family, but they did what they had to do.
Meanwhile, dozens of other Libyan Jews weren’t as fortunate.

With no one to stand up for them, and the government of Libyan King Idris quite impotent, they were hunted down and killed.

What happened to the brave soul who saved my wife’s family?
He survived, but begged the family never to disclose his name. He feared retribution from fellow Libyans who might do him harm for the “crime” of saving ten Jews.

And what of the Jewish legacy in Libya?

Here was a community that had lived on the soil for more than two millennia, long predating the occupation by invading armies from the Arabian Peninsula. And Jews, numbering nearly 50,000 at their peak, had contributed in every way imaginable to the area’s development.

Libya went to work to erase every trace of Jewish existence.
What lessons can we take from this neglected anniversary?

First, if a new regime in Tripoli wants to distinguish itself from its predecessors, one way would be to acknowledge that Jews once lived in the country, that they were forcibly expelled and their synagogues and cemeteries destroyed, and that a process of honest reckoning with these crimes is warranted.

Second, the international community should at long last acknowledge these Jewish refugees from Arab lands and the injustices they endured.

When people meet my wife and hear her story, many ask why they didn’t know what befell the Jews of Libya.

The answer begins with the fact that no UN body, neither at the time nor since, has ever taken action in response to what happened.

Nor did the international media focus on what took place. To the contrary, the tragic events hardly merited any space in the world’s leading print and broadcast outlets.

And last, but by no means least, there’s the inevitable contrast with the Palestinians.

Libyan Jews, like the hundreds of thousands of other Jews from Arab countries uprooted and sent packing simply because they were Jews, found new homes primarily in Israel, but also in Western Europe and North and South America.

Were many bitter about their forced exodus? No doubt. But they impressively started over and quickly began playing a part in their new countries.

In the case of the Palestinians—some of whom were encouraged to leave their homes by Arab leaders who promised a quick return, and some of whom became refugees in a war their Arab brethren began against Israel—the story has been entirely different. They always seem to be in the news.

They have a special agency, UNRWA, devoted entirely to them, with no mandate for resettlement in other countries and an unprecedented, open-ended definition of “refugee,” which is transferred from one generation to the next. With support from colleagues on both sides of the aisle, U.S. Senator Mark Kirk, to his great credit, has begun to shine the spotlight on this ongoing travesty.

Moreover, Arab countries, with the exception of Jordan, cry crocodile tears for the Palestinians, but largely refuse to give them citizenship and, in places like Lebanon, even restrict their participation in the economy.

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Same article in the Huffington Post


Anonymous said...

I had a Hebrew teacher many years ago who was a refugee from Libya in 1967. She must have been about 14 or 16 at the time. She never talked about it, except to say that she and her family left Libya in 1967. In the past few years, people have begun to talk about the plight of the Jewish refugees thrown our of Arab and Moslem countries---places where some of them had been living for hundreds of years.

I read one person's account of being "evacuated" from their home. I think it may have been in Libya. The Jews were loaded onto buses, only able to bring what could be loaded in a suitcase. The bus driver of one of the buses, once it was full, set fire to the bus, with the people inside. Reading it made me cry. And to date, what these people went through--whether they were kicked out of their homes, and their belonging confiscated in 1948 or 1967, should be remembered.

Empress Trudy said...

And we should never ever forget what a 'Palestinian State' means in that context. Complete, 100% ethnic cleansing of all Jews and Jewish history wherever it can lay its hand.

Sylvia said...

We must realize that keeping generations of Palestinians in those countries is not devoid of financial interest. Think of all the money channeled to banks in Jordan and Lebanon for example through the UNRWA.
They don't want a solution. And they don't want a solution because the more time passes, the more they stand to gain.

Coincidentally, I had that conversation with a BDS activist yesterday. She/he was furious when I said that the "solution to the Jewish refugees must be linked and conditional to the solution for the Palestinian refugees."

Keep up the good work.

PS: The Jordanians have known about it. In fact the Iraqis's initial plan was to transfer the Jews through Jordan. It would be useful to repost that. I think it was in a conversation with our friend "iraqi anonymous" where I had posted some information to that effect from Martin Gilbert's book.