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Haven: The Dramatic Story of 1,000 World War II Refugees and How They Came to America
     

Haven: The Dramatic Story of 1,000 World War II Refugees and How They Came to America

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by Ruth Gruber
 

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Award-winning journalist Ruth Gruber’s powerful account of a top-secret mission to rescue one thousand European refugees in the midst of World War II

In 1943, nearly one thousand European Jewish refugees from eighteen different countries were chosen by President Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s administration to receive asylum in the United

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Award-winning journalist Ruth Gruber’s powerful account of a top-secret mission to rescue one thousand European refugees in the midst of World War II

In 1943, nearly one thousand European Jewish refugees from eighteen different countries were chosen by President Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s administration to receive asylum in the United States. All they had to do was get there.
 
Ruth Gruber, with the support of Secretary of the Interior Harold Ickes, volunteered to escort them on their secret route across the Atlantic from a port in Italy to a “safe haven” camp in Oswego, New York. The dangerous endeavor carried the threat of Nazi capture with each passing day.
 
While on the ship, Gruber recorded the refugees’ emotional stories and recounts them here in vivid detail, along with the aftermath of their arrival in the US, which involved a fight for their right to stay after the war ended.
 
The result is a poignant and engrossing true story of suffering under Nazi persecution and incredible courage in the face of overwhelming circumstances.
 

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KLIATT
A revised and expanded edition of a book first published in 1983. Gruber was 33 years old and an experienced journalist in 1944. At that time, the special assistant to the Secretary of the Interior, Harold Ickes, hired her to escort 1,000 European refugees to America. This was the only group of refugees the U.S. government had decided to bring here, to be housed at a closed military base in upstate New York. One thousand would be saved, out of the hundreds of thousands of people who had applied for visas that would allow them simply to enter America. This book is full of their stories, and full of stories of the bureaucratic mess that followed them around the world. No sooner did one politician declare that something must be done to rescue some of the victims of Hitler's madness than several other politicians would call the scheme impossible, the victims not really victims (?!), and the first politician un-American. Besides, what would the influx of refugees do to the American economy? It's hard to believe that all of this took place such a short time ago. But to a teenager, it's all ancient history. Fortunately Gruber's writing makes it a modern and contemporary tale, and she's able to emphasize how very important it was and is. Young teens might not have much patience for all the historical names and events, but anyone over 15 or so will probably find it fascinating. It would be fun for history buffs of any age—Gruber knew so many people! And influenced so many! And did so much! And she was so young! KLIATT Codes: SA—Recommended for senior high school students, advanced students, and adults. 1983, Random House/Three Rivers, 334p, 21cm, 99-087897, $14.00. Ages 16 toadult. Reviewer: Judith H. Silverman; Chevy Chase, MD, November 2000 (Vol. 34 No. 6)
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“A visceral jolt.” —The New York Times
“Everyone concerned about courage in a grievous time will want to read Haven . . . An enduring and inspiring gift.” —Blanche Wiesen Cook, author of Eleanor Roosevelt

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781453206065
Publisher:
Open Road Media
Publication date:
10/19/2010
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Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
352
Sales rank:
209,816
File size:
4 MB

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The words leaped at me from The Washington Post.

"I have decided," President Franklin Delano Roosevelt announced, "that approximately 1,000 refugees should be immediately brought from Italy to this country."

One thousand refugees.

Europe was burning. It was June 1944, the middle of the war.

For years, refugees knocking on the doors of American consulates abroad had been told, "You cannot enter America. The quotas are filled." And while the quotas remained untouchable, like tablets of stone, millions died.

Suddenly, one thousand refugees were to be brought in outside the quotas, by order of the President himself. Until now I had felt helpless, frustrated, enraged. Noble speeches were made each day about saving refugees before they were swept into the fire, but the deeds belied the words. Our doors had been slammed shut. Now suddenly there was hope.

At my breakfast table, air-conditioned against Washington's summer heat, I continued to devour the article. The thousand refugees, I read, would be selected by the War Refugee Board, transported to America by the Army, and housed in a "temporary haven," a former army camp called Fort Ontario, in Oswego, New York. The camp would be administered by the War Relocation Authority of the Department of the Interior. Only a few months before, the President had placed WRA, soon to be disbanded, under Harold L. Ickes, the secretary of the interior. I was Ickes's special assistant, his field representative for Alaska.

Ickes would know what lay behind this sudden humanitarian gesture.

At E Street I jumped out of a cab and looked up at the handsome gray stone Interior building with its great bronze doors and modern columns. Interior--the vast grab-bag department of Indians, wildlife, Alaska, Puerto Rico, Hawaii, the Philippines--would now be in charge of Europe's refugees too.

In my office, I telephoned Ickes's appointments secretary and arranged a meeting for 11:55 a.m.

Ickes sat behind a huge desk littered with papers. His head was lowered as I began the long walk across the huge blue-carpeted office. He was writing with the thick scratchy pen I had seen him use countless times.

"Sit down," he said briefly, and continued to write.

I sat in the armchair at the side of his desk. Behind him was a long table carefully stacked with books, newspapers, magazines. The Nation and The New Republic, to which he frequently contributed, were on top.

He finished his writing and buzzed for his secretary, who took the papers and disappeared.

Now he turned his full attention to me. "Yes?" he asked quizzically. "I understand it's urgent."

"It's about the thousand refugees that President Roosevelt is inviting to America."

He nodded. "The President sent me a copy of his cablegram to Robert Murphy in Algiers announcing it."

"Mr. Secretary," I said, "it's what we've been fighting for all these years. To open doors. Save lives. Circumvent the holy quotas. What's behind it? How did it happen?"

He leaned back in his chair. His eyes looked weary. "It came up in a Cabinet meeting with the President. It seems that Yugoslavian refugees and others are finding their way into Italy at the rate of about eighteen hundred a week. It's a problem for the military in Italy."

Was it Army pressure, then? The Allied armies were just now pushing up the boot of Italy. The papers were filled with the bloody battles of Anzio and Cassino. We had lost thousands of troops in the hills of southern Italy. I could see refugees fleeing into Italy on the heels of the Army. Clogging roads. Needing to be housed and fed.

"Someone at the meeting," Ickes went on, "I don't remember who, proposed that refugees be brought to this country. The President was still in favor of finding havens for them in Europe, Sicily, or parts of North Africa like Libya. I suggested, if any were brought to this country, that instead of coming to the mainland they be sent to the Virgin Islands. There's plenty of room on the island of St. Croix, where the weather is mild, like southern Italy. Instead, they're putting these people in New York State, near the snow belt around Lake Ontario."

"But surely it's not only because of the Army that we're taking them in? It has to be more. It has to be humanitarian."

"Of course it's humanitarian." His eyes blazed through his gold-rimmed glasses. "And it's about time, too. We've been trying for years to open the door to refugees. Look what happened to the Alaskan Development Bill we prepared here in the department."

I nodded. In November 1940, a year before Pearl Harbor, a bill was introduced to bring ten thousand settlers to Alaska: half of them were to be Americans; the other half would be European refugees who would promise to stay in Alaska for five years. Then they would be allowed to enter the United States under the existing quotas.

The bill was to do two things at once: help open Alaska for settlers and provide a haven for refugees. But the opposition was so great, from Alaskans as well as from isolationists who wanted no refugees at all, that it died in committee.

"I'm sure there'll be opposition again," Ickes said, "the restrictionists on one side and the damn fools on the other who'll scream that one thousand isn't enough. They don't realize, with all the opposition to immigration in general and Jews in particular, that you can't take in more than a thousand at a time."

I thought of the millions of Jews waiting to be rescued. There were frightening rumors that several million had already been murdered in Germany, Poland, and other countries Hitler had overrun, though most of us still did not know how. But there were millions more--in Hungary, Romania, Italy. Maybe we could rescue them, snatch them from Hitler's jaws.

Of all the Cabinet members, Ickes, who told me he had never met a Jew until he was sixteen, was the most passionate in denouncing the Nazi atrocities against Jews and the angriest that the doors of America were sealed.

"Mr. Secretary." I heard the urgency in my voice. "These people coming here--they must be frightened, bewildered, coming to a strange land. Somebody has to be with them. Somebody has to take their hand."

"You're suggesting . . . ?" His eyes began to sparkle; the weariness was gone. "Of course. It's a great idea. I'm going to send you. You're the one to go over and bring them back."

Ickes was a man of instant decisions. He called his operator. "Get Dillon Myer on the phone."

Myer was the head of the War Relocation Authority; his agency would administer the camp.

"Myer," I heard him say, "I want to send someone over to Italy to bring back those refugees. . . . What? You've already selected someone? . . . A man? You send your man, I'm sending her. . . . That's right. It's a woman. A young woman. . . . What's that?" His jowls trembled with anger.

I felt my stomach knot.

"What has being young got to do with this job? Being young didn't stop her from getting a Ph.D. in literature when she was twenty, the youngest in the world. And she took it in Germany--as an exchange student from America. I know her capabilities. She's been working for me now"--he turned to me--"how long is it?"

"Three years." I could hardly hear my own voice.

"Three years. With all kinds of jobs. And this one is right for her. Those refugees are from the Balkans and Central Europe. They probably speak mostly German. She speaks German and Yiddish. There'll be a lot of women and children. She'll know how to reach them; she'll understand them. You better come in at two-thirty today; I want to talk to you about her."

Midafternoon, I was summoned to Ickes's office. "Myer has just left," he said. "I told him I couldn't think of a better person to send."

I sat upright in the chair.

"I told him it's a unique job and you've got unique qualifications. You can communicate with the refugees. With your background, they'll trust you."

I waited for him to go on.

"What's more, I assured Myer that you could be of great help to us by writing and speaking about the refugees when you get back. I told him how you are always asked to lecture on Alaska. Also, your press contacts are important. I made certain he knew that the Herald Tribune sent you to the Soviet Arctic. I told him I have full confidence in you, that you understand these people, and you can write."

He was still not telling me Myer's decision.

"It's not settled, then?" I asked.

Myer, I knew, was an old-school government official who had come up through the ranks of the Agriculture Department. Instinctively, I sensed he would be dubious about sending a woman to do this job.

"Myer says there are problems," Ickes went on. "Interior is not in overall charge of this project. The War Refugee Board is."

The War Refugee Board had been created by the President five months ago--to save war refugees.

"Myer will have to check with WRB to get approval for you. I told him to see you first before he checks with them. He'll see you at eleven tomorrow morning. I have to tell you, he's hesitant about you."

"He's never met me."

"I have the feeling he thinks you're a big buxom social worker."

I was neither big nor buxom nor a social worker.

"It's these bureaucrats," Ickes said. "They get in a niche and then they're afraid to do anything unusual, anything that takes courage and imagination. Come back tomorrow after you've seen him."

That night I replayed the scenes in Ickes's office in my head. I walked to my desk and read again the President's message to Congress. It was dated June 12, 1944.

This nation is appalled by the systematic persecution of helpless minority groups by the Nazis. To us, the unprovoked murder of innocent people simply because of race, religion, or political creed is the blackest of all possible crimes. . . . The fury of their insane desire to wipe out the Jewish race in Europe continues undiminished. This is but one example. Many Christian groups are also being murdered.

I leaned my head on my desk. There had been so many false starts to save them, so many conferences, so many hopes dashed. In July 1938 the United States had convened the Evian Conference in France on the shores of Lake Geneva. Thirty-two nations had sent representatives, most of whom stood up, one by one, to explain why they could not accept refugees. All that came out of Evian was a new committee, the Intergovernmental Committee on Refugees, which did little more to save refugees than the League of Nations had done before.

Meanwhile the two world leaders we loved, Roosevelt and Winston Churchill, made eloquent speeches about refugees even as they barred them. England closed the doors of Palestine, and the United States closed the doors of America. To be sure, individuals were brought into our country. Albert Einstein had been helped to escape; Thomas Mann had been invited as an honored guest. But now at last Roosevelt was inviting not famous men but a whole group of "common" people.

After World War I, America had pulled back between its two oceans, isolationist, largely antiforeign. The idea of taking in large numbers of refugees--especially Jews--was unpopular. The specter of anti-Semitism was in our country, to be evoked by any overt

gesture. So FDR, along with many others, was careful not to show too much sympathy for beleaguered Jewish refugees. Besides, the time-honored distaste for Jews--if not outright hatred--was still a hallmark of the upper echelons of some government agencies, particularly the Department of State. I knew it firsthand working in Washington. Ickes was a different breed of high officialdom; there were not many like him.

That was why I was so excited, why Roosevelt's decision to bring in even one thousand seemed to me such a triumph. One thousand, out of the millions being slaughtered and more millions without homes or refuge. It could be the beginning of a mass rescue movement. And for at least a thousand people, it would mean life, not death.

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Ruth Gruber (1911–2016) was an award-winning Jewish American journalist, photographer, and humanitarian. Born in Brooklyn in 1911, she was the author of nineteen books, including the National Jewish Book Award–winning biography Raquela (1978). She also wrote several memoirs documenting her astonishing experiences, among them Ahead of Time (1991), Inside of Time (2002), and Haven (1983), which documents her role in the rescue of one thousand refugees from Europe and their safe transport to America. Gruber passed away in 2016 at the age of 105.

Ruth Gruber (1911–2016) was an award-winning Jewish American journalist, photographer, and humanitarian. Born in Brooklyn in 1911, she was the author of nineteen books, including the National Jewish Book Award–winning biography Raquela (1978). She also wrote several memoirs documenting her astonishing experiences, among them Ahead of Time (1991), Inside of Time (2002), and Haven (1983), which documents her role in the rescue of one thousand refugees from Europe and their safe transport to America. Gruber passed away in 2016 at the age of 105.

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Haven: The Dramatic Story of 1,000 World War II Refugees and How They Came to America 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This story in and of itself is a dramatic and compelling one. However, what I found truly amazing is the author and the way in which she told the story. Her description of the individuals and each of thier stories were detailed and conveyed to me all the emotion that the refugees must have been feeling during thier voyage. Her courage and her dedication to them was ever present and the language she used precise, but not without conveying the real dramas they went through on thier voyage and when they reached America. I learned so much from this book, I highly recommend it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Haven by Ruth Gruber is a stunning true-life story about a woman who helps one-thousand refugees escape to America to escape the horrible fates which awaited them back in their homeland of Europe. The woman who helps the refugees is the author by the name of Ruth Gruber. I feel that this book really says what it was like to be a refugee, escaping the Nazis. This book has great detail in the way of describing the emotions that were shown during this horrific event. There are quite a few books speaking of events of refugees trying to escape Nazi executions, but I feel that this one has detail, emotion, and really makes you feel a sense of inspiration, seeing what this people went through just to live their lives.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have been reading all things Holocaust over the past few months. This story of 1,000 refugees brought to the US provides yet another perspective. As the book reveals the great struggles that the refugees faced and the infuriating beurocracy they endured, the reader feels their emotions. I particularly enjoyed reading about the lives of the refugees after the camp closed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
8. This book very informational on the trials and the lives of refugees from the Holocaust in Europe. When they were left behind, because of the small quotes. Then suddenly a thousand refugees around the quota and they were given sanctuary at the Fort Ontario Emergency Refuge Center in Oswego, New York. Even though they are in the U.S. they aren’t free until a year and a half after the war is over.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a unique story among Holocaust literature. Anyone who read Erik Larsen's In the Garden of Beasts or Howard Blum's The Brigade knows how difficult it was for Jews and enemies of Hitler to get out of Europe because so few countries were willing to take them. The US, sadly, was no better. This book names names and tells how the US State Dept. actively suppressed evidence of people being murdered in concentration camps. It brings to mind the plight of Syrian and Iraqi refugees today, except Germany has evolved into a far more humanitarian force while the US pretends it's a European issue. Thankfully, against this backdrop, a thousand refugees were allowed to board a ship and come to the US as "special guests" of President FDR. Ruth Gruber was on the ship with them, documenting their stories, holding their hands, and doing whatever she could to comfort these shattered human beings. She stayed in the picture, getting them settled in their new "home", a camp in Oswego, NY, where the reside the residents of the town welcomed the refugees with open arms. That alone would have made this an impressive story. But in her capacity as an employee at the Dept. of the Interior working under a wonderful boss, she fought tooth and nail for the refugees to be allowed to stay in the US. The opposition she and her allies faced was incredible, but Ruth and others never gave up advocating for them. A true testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of evil, prejudice, and ignorance. Very touching and highly recommended.
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