"The Silence"
by
Adam Jeffries Schwartz

Prague

I

My parents were born during the Warsaw Uprising, where a handful of Jews held off the Nazi armies. But the real rebellion was really against the Jewish elders, who had coddled and acquiesced and assimilated and finally walked their people to their deaths. How could they?

I always meant to ask my grandmothers about this. What must it have been like, being pregnant, knowing you were safe, knowing other people are being erased. First go walks in the park, bicycles. Then go university classes, bank accounts, jobs, homes. Then your hair becomes a wig, the gold from your teeth goes into bank vaults.

It would have been useless of course, my grandmothers were assimilated people also, and with assimilated people you don´t get opinions, you get government isued reports and you get silence.

All I have is the silence.

II

Here, out of the silence is one little part of my family that was erased:

Here is my Uncle who slaps me on the back and pronounces America the Russian way,with a hard K. He smokes horrible cigars. Here is his first wife who complained , here is his second wife, who doesn´t.

Here is his son, who used to be handsome and now has too many children: the clever one, the thuggish one, the one who is good at fixing things, the others who who are too young to tell.

And there they go, back into the silence.