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Sir Nicholas Winton, the ‘British Schindler,’ meets the Holocaust survivors he helped save

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
 Sir Nicholas Winton, 100, with fans at Liverpool Street Station, London.  Photo: PA

Sir Nicholas Winton, 100, with fans at Liverpool Street Station, London. Photo: PA

By Stephen Adams, www.Telegraph.co.uk

Seventy years ago they rode in silence, travelling on trains from Prague, not knowing if they would ever see their parents and siblings again. None of them did.

But by virtue of the foresight, humanity, and sheer bloody-mindedness of a young British stockbroking clerk called Nicholas Winton, 669 Jewish children were saved from the clutches of the Nazis.

Last September, 22 of them were reunited with their 100-year-old savior – now Sir Nicholas – who has come to be known as the “British Schindler.”

A steam engine specially requisitioned to re-enact the last stage of their journey pulled into the very same platform at Liverpool Station in London where as virtual orphans they had disembarked in 1939.

The emotional ceremony marked what is likely to be the final chapter in the odyssey begun by Sir Nicholas as a 29-year-old.

He was packing to go skiing just before Christmas in 1938 when he received a call from a friend working in a refugee camp in Nazi-occupied Czechoslovakia.

“Cancel your holiday,” said the friend, Martin Blake. “I need you in Prague. Don’t bring your skis.”

The young banker was so moved by what he saw that he immediately set about persuading the British authorities to let in refugee children. The response was sluggish. But after much work by Winton, a Christian whose family had Jewish roots, the paperwork for each child was painstakingly put in order.

Finally the wheels began to move.

Between March and August 1939, eight trains carried to Britain 669 children who otherwise would probably have perished in the death camps. Fifteen thousand Czechoslovakian children died in the war.

Three weeks ago, on September 4, Sir Nicholas, who was knighted in 2002, stepped off the Peppercorn A1 Pacific class steam engine to loud applause from those he had saved, now grey-haired, and their families.

The train had travelled from Harwich in Essex, containing 22 evacuees about 150 other passengers, on the last leg of the 800 mile journey from Prague.

Each survivor was given a moment to talk to Sir Nicholas.

Speaking to the crowd, Sir Nicholas, from Maidenhead, Berks, joked: “This is much harder work that it was 70 years ago.

“Seventy years ago it was a question of getting a lot of little children together with the families who were going to look after them.

“It all worked out very well and it’s wonderful that it did work out, because after all history could have made it very different.”

He added: “It’s wonderful to see you all after so many years – don’t leave it quite so long until we meet here again.”

His grandson, Laurence Watson, 21, who recently graduated from Cambridge University with a degree in physics, spoke of his pride at his grandfather’s actions.

He said: “There has always been bad things going on in the world and there has always been wars and conflicts.

“You see it every day in the newspapers. Very occasionally you meet someone who has read those same articles but who decides to do something about it.

“That’s what my granddad did. He said ‘Something needs doing and I am going to do it’.”

The timing of the reunion contains a sad epitaph, however.

The ninth train, containing 250 children, was due to leave Prague on 3 September 1939, the day Britain declared war.

The Germans never let it leave the station, and most of the children never lived to see 1945.

Almost as remarkable as the scheme itself, and a mark of Sir Nicholas’s modesty, was that he chose to conceal his achievements for decades.

It was only when he wife Greta unearthed a briefcase in the attic contained lists of the children he saved and letters to the parents did he admit his part.

He said in 1999: “My wife didn’t know about it for 40 years after our marriage, but there are all kinds of things you don’t talk about even with your family.

“Everything that happened before the war actually didn’t feel important in the light of the war itself.”

He also rejected the comparison with Oskar Schindler, who saved about 1,200 Jews in the war, saying unlike the German his actions never put him in danger.

The Death Spiral of the Islamic Republic III

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009

By Michael Ledeen– www.PajamasMedia.com

Marx would have delighted in the events of Friday, September 18th, all over Iran.  Groucho, that is, for on the 18th the supreme leader and all his co-conspirators were transformed from figures of awe to objects of ridicule.  As Machiavelli likes to remind us, the most dangerous thing for any leader is to earn the contempt of his followers, and the Iranian people made it luminously clear that they would no longer be intimidated.  The regime had launched a vicious repression following the challenges to the “election results” of June 12th.  For a hundred days they had killed, raped, tortured and threatened.  In the runup to the 18th, the stern face of the leader of the Revolutionary Guards had appeared on television and his confident voice had been heard on the radio, warning that anyone who dared wear green, or carry protest signs, or chant criticism of the Islamic Republic, would be treated “very harshly.”  His words were like so much spittle in a storm; among the many chants in the streets that day, you could hear “rape, murder and torture will not silence us.”

When a tyrannical regime dies, you can see the symptoms in the little things.  Late Friday afternoon, after millions (yes, millions–this according to Le Monde, France 2, and L’Express, with the BBC saying that the demonstrations were bigger than those at the time of the Revolution) of Greens mobbed the streets and squares of more than thirty towns and cities to call for the end of the regime, there was a soccer game in Azadi Stadium in Tehran.  It holds about a hundred thousand fans, and it was full of men wearing green and carrying green balloons.  When state-run tv saw what was happening, the color was drained from the broadcast, and viewers saw the game in black and white.  And when the fans began to chant “Death to the Dictator,” “Death to Russia,” and “Death to Putin, Chavez and Nasrallah, enemies of Iran,” the sound was shut off.  So the game turned into a silent movie.

But the censors forgot about the radio, and the microphones stayed open, so that millions of listeners could hear the sounds of the revolution.  And in Azadi Stadium, as in most parts of the country, the security officers either walked away or joined the party.

You will not have heard such stories, nor read about them in our “media,”  which have raised denial of the day’s major events to an art form of late.  Rather like the Iranian regime, which used to have an enormous influence on the way citizens thought, the major broadcasters and dead-tree scribblers have also become objects of ridicule.  On Sunday morning, Supreme Leader Khamenei proclaimed that the demonstrations had been an enormous success for the regime, but anyone looking at the pictures could see that he was short on sleep.  So would you if you had heard the thunderous shouts of “Death to the Dictator” during the night.  Khamenei’s claim was greeted with ridicule.

Sunday also brought open contempt from some of the most revered leaders of the Shiite world.  Khamenei had declared Sunday the end of Ramadan, a day of feasts and prayers, one of the most joyous of the Muslim year.  Such a proclamation is supposed to be canonical, for Khamenei speaks in the name of all Muslims.  But fifteen Grand Ayatollahs like Montazeri, Taheri, Sanei, and Sistani (of Iraq) rejected Khamenei’s reading of the moon, and said that the feast could not begin until Monday.  No one could get away with such an open challenge to the supreme leader’s theological authority unless there were a considerable consensus that his rule was illegitimate.  And it’s even worse for him: across the country, many mosques were closed on Sunday.  The faithful were told to go home and fast, and come back the next day for prayer.

No wonder Khamenei looks tired.  And in keeping with the avalanche of errors, Tuesday the Revolutionary Guards’ favorite newspaper kept the whole thing going, insisting that the supreme leader was right after all.  Stupid and irrelevant, a classic example of people in a hole who keep digging deeper.

These little stories illustrate a great event, indeed a world-changing event:  the death of the Islamic Republic of Iran.  Khamenei, Iran’s president Ahmadinejad, and the rest of the evil empire in Tehran are all dead men walking.  We don’t know the schedule for the funeral yet, but Iranians know it’s on the agenda.  One will get you ten at my betting window that, aside from a very thin veneer of top officials (for whom there is no hope, for they will fulfill the demand of the nightly rooftop chants), anyone who is anyone in Iran today is trying to make a deal with [presidential challenger] Mir-Hossein Mousavi and [leading opposition leader] Mehdi Karroubi.  They are all whispering that their hearts are green, and always were green.

Khamenei & Co. certainly know this, as they know they are being betrayed by some very high-ranking people.  And the exodus is under way;  by the end of the week we will see some important representatives of the Islamic Republic resign their posts, for they do not wish to be associated with it any longer.

Look at what didn’t happen in the streets last Friday.  Not a shot was fired at the millions of demonstrators in Tehran.  There are YouTube videos of police fraternizing with the Greens.  There are stories of Revolutionary Guardsmen helping the demonstrators, and even the Basij didn’t dare to attack or arrest, with a handful of exceptions (one of which is notable:  in Tabriz, if I remember correctly, they started to round up some people, and the crowd turned on them, freed the would-be victims, and beat the Basijis to death).

And look at what else didn’t happen:  nobody tried to arrest Mousavi or Karroubi.  Somebody tried to stab [former president] Khatami in the street, but it was thwarted, and Karroubi has been told to show up at a Revolutionary Tribunal to respond to charges of spreading false claims of rape and murder in the prisons.  But this subpoena, which previously terrified the recipient, is no longer threatening.  Karroubi has proclaimed it is good news, for it will give him the opportunity to present the evidence, which is iron-clad, and can no longer be destroyed (copies of documents, audios, and videos are now in the hands of Green supporters in Europe and the United States).

So we have a regime of zombies in Tehran, but they can still do a lot of damage to Iranians and to us.  Early last week, Khamenei summoned Afghan terrorist chieftain Gulbadin Hekhmatiar to Tehran and told him to step up attacks against American and other Allied forces.  Other Iranian-supported terrorist groups have received similar instructions.

Under the circumstances, you’d think that your government would be talking to the Greens.  But you’d be wrong.  There are no contacts between the American Government and the leaders of the opposition.  One should not expect the new government to look kindly upon a President Obama who publicly sweet-talked the Tehran butchers.  The same applies to the Europeans, all of whom scrambled for oil and other commercial contracts, and none of whom talked to the Green leaders.

As so often, Martin Luther King Jr. summed it up perfectly:  “In the end we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”


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