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The Children of DrancyAuthor(s): Hubert ButlerSource: The Irish Review (1986-), No. 4 (Spring, 1988), pp. 1-6Published by: Cork University PressStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/29735337 .
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The Children of
Drancy
HUBERT BUTLER
Lately I was comparing three versions of the story of the Children of Drancy and
it occurred to me that we have more detailed information, more curiosity about
remote and now irrelevant events like the murder of the two little princes in the
Tower in the Summer of 1483 or the death of 123 English people in the Black Hole of Calcutta on 19 June 1756. Two of the writers I consulted said it was in
July, a third said it was in August that the 4,051 children were sent off to be killed
in Poland from the transit camp at Drancy north of Paris. Were they French Jews or
foreigners? Were they girls or boys? It is usually said boys, but suburban
residents on the outskirts of Paris who heard them wailing at night say they were
little girls and there is a story of a bleeding ear torn by a harried police inspector as
he removed an ear-ring.
They spent four days without food at the Velodrome d'Hiver (the Winter
cycle-racing stadium) before their mothers were taken from then, then they were loaded three or four hundred at a time into cattle trains at the Gare
d'Austerlitz and taken to Auschwitz. It is not clear that adults travelled with
them to Auschwitz. It was related at Nuremberg that an order came from Berlin
that deportees from Vichy France should be mingled discreetly with the
children to make them look like family groups. Was this done? It is not as
though dubious legend has grown up around these children as it has around
King Herod's far smaller enterprises in Bethlehem. The facts are bleak and few, and it should not be hard to find more and to iron out discrepancies. But no one
seems interested.
I believe we are bored because the scale is so large that the children seem to
belong to sociology and statistics. We cannot visualise them reading the Babar
books, having their teeth straightened, arranging dolls' tea parties. Their suffer?
ings are too great and protracted to be imagined and the range of human sym?
pathy is narrowly restricted.
Had four or five children only been killed and burnt and had it happened out?
side the Booking Office at the Gare d'Austerlitz, we would have responded
emotionally and probably their names and their fate would have been carved on
a marble tablet like that which commemorates the victims of the Black Hole out?
side the Post Office in Calcutta. And the names of their murderers would be
remembered for ever. But to kill and burn 4,501 children after transporting
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them to Poland was a huge co-operative endeavour, in which thousands of
French and German policemen, typists, railway officials, gas-fitters, electricians
were engaged. It was composite villainy and when you try to break it down there are no villains, just functionaries as neutral and characterless as the clusters of ink
blobs from which a press photograph is composed. The officials who handled
the children were, we are told, deeply affected. Even the Vichy Commissioner
for Jewish Affairs, Louis Darguier, who had deported Jews in their thousands
from France, had suggested that the children be transferred to a French or?
phanage but he did nothing about it. Though Pierre Laval, the French Premier, was enthusiastic about the deportation of all foreign Jews, even those under 16, neither he nor P?tain realised that they were not going to be 'settled' in the East
but killed there.
Even at the peak of the organisational pyramid one finds duty, routine, idealism of a kind more often than sadism as the motive powers; in the interests
of a more glorious future the tender impulses had to be suppressed. At the
Jerusalem trial even the most hostile witnesses failed to prove that Eichmann, an
exemplary husband and father, had ever been guilty of wanton cruelty. These
people were really what they claimed to be: idealists whose seedy ideals would
never have germinated and pullulated in any other century but ours.
However confident we may be of the facts, there are irreconcilable divergences when we come to their interpretation. cToo much science', say some. 'Too
much literary scorn for science', say others. Francois Mauriac, who was in Paris
at the time wrote some twenty years later:
Nothing I have seen during those sombre years of the Occupation had left so
deep a mark on me as those trainloads of Jewish children standing at the Gare
d'Austerlitz. Yet I did not even see them myself. My wife described them to
me, her voice still filled with horror. At that time we knew nothing of Nazi
methods of extermination. And who could have imagined them? Yet the way these lambs had been torn from their mothers in itself exceeded anything
we
had so far thought possible. I believe that on that day I touched upon the
mystery of iniquity whose revelation was to mark the end of one era and the
beginning of another. The dream which Western man conceived in the eigh? teenth century, whose dawn he thought he saw in 1789, and which, until 2
August 1914, had grown stronger with the process of enlightenment and the
discoveries of science ? this dream vanished finally for me befqre those
trainloads of little children. And yet I was still thousands of miles away from
diinking that they were to be fuel for the gas chamber and crematorium.
Yet even at the time few thought like that. It is easier to forget about the
Children of Drancy than to liberate ourselves from the increasing control that
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science has over our lives. The year after Mauriac wrote what I have quoted, Charles Snow delivered at Cambridge his famous lecture on the Two Cultures in
which he claimed that the traditional culture of the past and Science the Culture
of the Future should make peace with one another. Charles Snow, a novelist
himself, addressed his lecture mainly to the 'traditional5 man of letters, scolding him for being ignorant of elementary scientific knowledge like molecular
biology and the Second Law of Thermo-dynamics. He quoted with approval someone he referred to as ca distinguished scientist5 :
cWhy do most writers take on social opinions which would have been thought uncivilised at the time of the Plantagenets? Wasn5t that true of most of the
famous writers of the twentieth century ?
Yeats, Pound, Wyndham Lewis ?
nine out of ten of those who have dominated literary sensitivity in our time?
Weren't they not only politically silly, but politically wicked? Didn't the in?
fluence of all they represent bring Auschwitz that much nearer?5 Snow scolds
Ruskin, William Morris, Thoreau, Emerson, D.H. Lawrence for their rebellion
against the Age of Science. 'They tried various fancies, which were not in effect
more than screams of horror5. Snow5s lecture caused tremendous interest. It
was published and many times reprinted. There was a three-week long cor?
respondence in The Spectator, most of it favourable to Snow. He was thinking on
popular lines. When he wrote his novels, he was Charles Snow, then he became
Sir Charles, and finally Lord Snow.
Only F.R. Leavis reacted violently. He delivered and later printed a lecture
furiously attacking Snow, denouncing him as few leading writers have been de?
nounced before. He too was printed in The Spectator and there was much com?
ment, most of it hostile. cSnow5, writes Leavis,
takes inertly the characteristic and disastrous confusion of the civilisation he is
trying to instruct. He is intellectually as undistinguished as it is possible to be.
He thinks he has literary culture and scientific culture. In fact he has neither.
He rides on an advancing swell of clich? without a
glimmer of what creative
literature is or what it signifies. Who will assert that the average member of a
modern society is more fully human or alive than an Indian peasant?
Leavis mentions the Indian because Snow had a plan for rescuing the poorer
peoples of the world: the USA and Britain should educate ten or twenty thou?
sand cto the level of Part One of the Natural Science or Mechanised Science
Tripos5 and send them to India, Africa and South East Asia.
Could Snow not have seen that the transportation and elimination of six
million Jews also ranked among the sensational achievements of science? Anti
semitism, the idea which killed the Children of Drancy, was small and old and
had existed for centuries in pockets all over Europe. If humane ideals had been
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cultivated as assiduously as the ideals of science and technology it would long
ago have died without issue in some Lithuanian village. But science gave it wings and swept it by aeroplane and wireless all over Europe and lodged it even in
Paris, capital of culture.
No one likes thinking on these lines, not even churchmen, who would sooner
accept the idea of the mystery or iniquity rather than forego thinking in the big
way on ecumenical or universalist lines. And yet observe how even pity can
become helpless and sometimes destructive when it is divorced from deep per? sonal concern and becomes a
public matter. Public pity forms committees, sends tinned meat, secures entry visas, but the beating of its collective heart can
be heard from miles away and it is easily eluded. Those in charge of the children
eluded it by taking them to Auschwitz. It was to dodge public pity that the
children were torn from their mothers and travelled alone or with doomed
strangers. The mothers, when their future first became known, preferring death
for their children to the lonely fate they foresaw for them, had started to throw
them down from the tops of buildings. They would have continued to do this
from the railway carriage windows and the dead or dying bodies might have
roused some dormant committees into action in France or Germany or Poland.
Something similar was happening in Free Europe. As the funds of the refugee committees swelled, the price of liberty for a Jew went higher and higher. The
compassion of the allies, turned into cash, could be used against them. In 1944
allied pity could have saved a million Jews in return for 100,000 trucks, but the
trucks would have been used against Russia, divided the allies and resuscitated
the latent anti-semitism of the Russians. Looking at the matter in this large way it was better even for Jewry as a whole that a further million Jews should die.
Because of these complexities the Children of Drancy will always remain
shadowy figures. As nursery symbols of the vast cruelty of the world we shall go on using Herod, the little princes and the Black Hole. These stories are
educative because they are about wicked men who can be punished or at least
reviled and not about that Faceless and Mysterious Collective Iniquity, against which we are powerless. It is not a satisfactory choice, all the same, because
historians now think that Herod never massacred the Innocents, that Richard
Crookback never smothered the princes and that Suraja Dowlah thought the
Black Hole was properly ventilated. No one denies what happened to the
Children of Drancy. It is because we do things in the big way that the Wicked Man has now become
so elusive and almost an abstraction. The chain of responsibility lengthens every
day; we can think of it as an immense row of Part One Science Tripos graduates
holding hands across the earth and linking together the triumphs of civilisation
to a depth of savage misery which the Aztecs, because they never discovered the
wheel, could not inflict upon their victims. Snow mentions with approval a
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prototype of these Tripos men, a Prussian called Siemens, a pioneer in electrical
engineering over a hundred years go. I prepare this paper by the light of electrici?
ty that was brought from the great dam at Ardnacrusha on the River Shannon by
Messrs Siemens a generation ago; each bulb had 'Siemens, made in Germany5
printed on it. In this way Siemens helped to modernise Ireland, but Ireland was
only one link in a long chain. In November 1932 Karl von Siemens used his
wealth and influence to bring Hitler to power and later his firm installed the elec?
tricity at Auschwitz, where of course it was not used just for reading-lamps and
making toast. There too as at Lublin they set up factories for the employment of
slave labour, while for their factory at Berlin Haselhaorst they bought 700
women from the SS at Ravensbruck at four to six marks a head. The directors of
Siemens were on the American list of German industrialists to be prosecuted at
Nuremberg, but probably they were all humane and agreeable men belonging to
the upper, beneficent end of the long chain; anyway, the charges against them
were dropped. On the other hand, Ezra Pound, who had on his own respon?
sibility, and not as a link in a chain, given much foolish praise to the Fascists, was
prosecuted and sentenced. Yet he had probably never killed or enslaved
anybody. It will always be so. A mischievous poet is like a thorn in the finger. He
can be pulled out. But the mischief that results from a concentration of Tripos men is like disseminated sclerosis. And that is another reason why we talk so lit?
tle about the Children of Drancy. Charles Snow is surely right when he says that most literary intellectuals are
'natural Luddites5.1 think he means that they continue to worry when worry is
useless. Ruskin, Morris, Thoreau, Lawrence, all repudiated the new world to
which engineer Siemens was devoting his genius. Should I read by candlelight because the firm that gave me electricity illuminated also the last agony of the
Children of Drancy? I don't think so. I am less frightened of science than I am of
that doctrine of the Mystery of Iniquity, which is to many the only consolation
left now that there is no traffic on the road to Brook Farm and New Harmony is
sealed off. The Mystery of Iniquity has its roots in despair, but wickedness
would no longer be mysterious if the chains of responsibility were shorter.
Science, which lengthened those chains, can surely go into reverse and shorten
them.
Fortunately there are still small communities where the Wicked Man is not yet woven so scientifically into the fabric of society that he cannot be extracted
without stopping the trains and fusing the electric light. It is not a coincidence
that two small countries, Denmark and Bulgaria, blocked the road to Auschwitz
better than any of their more powerful neighbours on the continent. Apart from
size the two countries have nothing in common. The Bulgars are a primitive, the
Danes a highly sophisticated people. They are no doubt individually as wicked as
the rest of us but wickedness still has a name and an address and a face. When the
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rumour, a false one, went round Sofia that the government intended to deport its Jews, the citizens demonstrated outside the Palace and blocked the roads to
the railway station. In Denmark on the night of 1 October 1943, when the Jews heard they were to be rounded up, each family knew which Danish family was
prepared to hide them. Very few were caught. At the Gare d'Austerlitz the
Children of Drancy were surrounded by the most civilised and humane people in Europe, but they were scarcely more isolated and abandoned than when they
queued up naked for their 'shower-bath' in the Polish forest.
Of course, small and insignificant people also had their orgies of sin. Croats,
Roumanians, Lithuanians, Ukranians slaughtered their Jews with little science
but abounding enthusiasm, often hanging them on meat-hooks in butchers'
shops. But Iniquity in these countries was not faceless or disorganised by
brotherly love, but sometimes by caprice or corruption. But I must answer the charge made by Snow's scientist that W.B. Yeats
'brought Auschwitz nearer', because it seems to me that by focussing his mind
on distant horizons Snow made himself totally blind to what is happening next
door. Yeats deliberately chose the small community, moving his heart and his
body and as much as he could of his mind from London to Ireland, his birth?
place. For him and a dozen other well-known Irish writers Ireland has been a
larger Brook Farm, a refuge whose walls were built not by some transcendental
theory but by history and geography. For a few years our most parochial period became also our most creative. If there was in Yeats a Fascist streak it derived
from his disillusionment with the drab unheroic Ireland in which the dreams of
the visionaries of 1916 had ended. He complained that 'men of letters lived like
outlaws in their own country'. When he saw that Irish Fascism promised to be as
drab and demagogic as Irish democracy, he rapidly back-pedalled and rewrote
the song he had composed for the Blue Shirts, making it so fantastic that no
political party could sing it. He led the campaign against the Irish censorship and
in everything he did and said he was a champion of intellectual and moral and
social freedom.
In all this he was an isolated figure and even in Ireland the range of his in?
fluence was very small. But in my opinion personal and parochial efforts like his
did form a real obstruction on the road to Auschwitz, whereas its traffic was
never once interrupted by conventional weapons. The courage of the astronauts, the talents of the twenty-thousand Tripos men
are of course needed. But they must be used in reverse for breaking down link by link those long chains of atomised guilt in which the Children of Drancy were
strangled.
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