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    Is Modernity Finished?

    August 20, 2025 by Will Morrisey

    Romano Guardini: The End of the Modern World. Wilmington: ISI Books, 1998.

     

    This volume consists of two books: The End of the Modern World, published in the original German in 1950, and Power and Responsibility, in which Guardini elaborates on his earlier work.

     

    Guardini begins with the ancients. “Classical man had no desire to transcend his world.” He “lived within his cosmos.” Parmenides, Plato, and Plotinus distinguished nature from convention but “knew nothing of a being existing beyond the world.” Politically, this preference for the limited, the humanly scaled, registered in the classics’ preference for the small polis over the contemporary empires; Alexander was a Macedonian, not a Greek. And even the nation-state was outside their range, a fact Guardini ascribes to “political blindness,” although that may not quite be so. [1]

    By contrast, “medieval man centered his faith in Revelation as it had been enshrined in Scripture,” which “affirmed the existence of a God Who holds His Being separate and beyond the world” as its sovereign. There was something, indeed Someone, far transcending the limits of nature, One who had indeed created nature from nothing. “Irreducibly personal,” the Christian God “can never be merged with any universe,” loving the world but not depending upon it, “need[ing] no world in order that He might be.” The world He created out of nothing “is found only in the Bible.” This being so, “man must turn toward the Lord as toward his final end,” not (or not crucially) to the fulfillment of his nature by right participation in the natural order. 

    Although born in Italy, Guardini spent almost all of his life in Germany. He applauds “the influx of the German spirit” into Christianity, with its “restlessness” and “armed marches,” signs of a “mobile and nervous soul [that] worked itself into the Christian affirmation” and “produced that immense medieval drive which aimed at cracking the boundaries of the world.” 

    But just as one suspects Guardini of offering a sort of Christian Hegelianism, he demurs. “Medieval anthropology, in both principle and application, is superior to its modern counterpart,” and “medieval life had a firmer yet richer hold on reality than is possible for modern man,” making “possible a fuller perfecting of human nature.” It is true that “medieval man neither wished to explore the mysteries of the world empirically nor did he want to illuminate them by a rational methodology,” but that enabled “a life and a sense of being integrally religious in nature,” one in which the division of God from nature and the analogous division between Church and Empire at once prevented ‘totalitarianism’ and elevated the souls of men, inviting them to live by a standard set above them, not by them. “Church and State were united only through the fact that both derived their power and their office from the high authority of God Himself”; “human life in the total sweep of its existence and in all its works must be founded upon and ordered by the transcendent sublimity of the Lord,” as seen in Dante’s Commedia, “perhaps the most powerful embodiment of this medieval sense of the unity of all things in being.” 

    Intellectually, medieval man respected the authority of the Scripture and the Church in divine matters, the authority of the ancient philosophers in understanding nature. He did not inquire into nature by means of experimentation, Bacon’s method of ‘torturing nature to compel her to reveal her secrets.’ This, it might be noticed, did not preclude revision of previous insights; just as Aristotle respectfully disputed with Plato, Hugh of St. Victor respectfully disputed with Boethius and Cassiodorus. Indeed, disputation itself was a feature of medieval university education. Still, to relinquish authority altogether “always breeds its burlesque—force,” as seen in Machiavelli, “the first to express” a morality severed from the transcendent God “in the political realm,” followed by Hobbes, who “built his theory of the state upon the assertion that it should be absolute master and judge of human life.” At the same time (perhaps most clearly in the thought of Montaigne), “man began to find his own individuality an absorbing object for study, for introspection and psychological analysis.” The division between Church and Empire, both under God, was replaced by the division between State and Self, ‘under’ no one. While “medieval tensions were resolved as the soul achieved an ever new and greater transcendence,” modern anxiety “arises form man’s deep-seated consciousness that he lacks either a ‘real’ or a symbolic place in reality.” At best, modern man looked to nature as its standard, as seen “in the honnête homme of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, in the ‘natural’ man of Rousseau, in the rationalism of the Enlightenment, in the ‘natural’ beauty invoked by neoclassicism”—notably by Goethe. This resembled the classical view but only resembled it, since “the modern world affirmed neither nature nor classicism as the Middle Ages had done.” Medieval man saw in nature “the creation of God” and “a foreshadowing of Revelation.” Modern man saw nature as severed from Revelation, which he supposed “empty of meaning and hostile to life.” At the same time, and unlike the classics, moderns denied that nature had a telos. This left men free to undertake the project of dominating nature for their own purposes. What Machiavelli called the mastery of Fortune, what Bacon called the conquest of Nature, led to a “concept unique with modern man, the concept of ‘Culture,'” of human work as ‘creation.’ Culture “took its stance opposite God and His Revelation.” “Although the scientific picture of the world has become increasingly exact, man no longer finds a home in it.” Instead of looking ‘above,’ towards the transcendent God, modern man “sought for answers within his own soul.” This included even the remaining Christians: Calvin, Pascal. 

    Guardini summarizes the modern world as consisting of “three ideals: a Nature subsisting in itself; an autonomous personality of the human subject; a culture self-created out of norms intrinsic to its own essence,” with the “constant creation and perfection of this ‘culture’ constitut[ing] the final goal of history.” He adds, “This was all a mistake.” Modernity’s “technological mind” sees nature as “a mere ‘given,'” an “object of utility.” It begins to extend that sensibility to human “personality,” as well, with the “Mass Man…absorbed by technology and rational abstraction.” (Guardini is thinking of machine production; he was innocent of the cell phone.) In this culture, ‘leadership’ replaces statesmanship, the leader being “nothing but the complement of the many,” no authority but rather “another in essence with the many.” “It is taken increasingly for granted that man ought to be treated as an object,” losing what remains of his liberty “both for free decision and for open growth as a person.” In truth, however, “man is a person called by God,” a being “capable of answering for his own actions,” responsible to God and neighbor. “To assert and cherish the incommunicability of each and every man is not to advance self-interest or privilege; it is to pledge that loyalty, that fundamental duty, which is one with being a man.” 

    This raises the Tocqueville problem, the problem of democracy, of social egalitarianism. “Does the leveling which flows from the dominance of the many cause the loss of personality or does it cause the loss of the person himself?” A genuine person orients himself toward the supreme Person, thereby being “robed with duties no other can assume.” Under democratic conditions, the human person “is destined to stand forth with a spiritual resoluteness never demanded of man before,” a challenge that “demands an inner freedom and strength of character, a strengthening of character which we can scarcely conceive.” This strength of character cannot stand alone, however. It requires “comradeship in the work of facing future danger and menace.” But Guardini doubts that this will suffice. The “not-human man” of modernity and the “not-natural nature” modernity conceives “promise to be the foundation upon which the world of the future will be erected,” a world in which man “will be free to further his lordship of creation, carrying it even to its last consequences.” But “a cultural order which does away with God cannot prevail—simply because God exists.”

    To Guardini, and not only to Guardini, the “modern faith in progress” looks increasingly wan. As the wars and tyrannies of the first half of the twentieth century demonstrated, evil is still possible. “We recognize with increasing clarity that the modern world deceived itself.” Human power has increased dramatically but increase in power does not denote human progress. “The modern world forgot the fact of ‘demons,”” having “blinded itself by its revolutionary faith in autonomy.” But, as so many modern revolutionaries and tyrants have shown, “demons may take possession of the faculties of man if he does not answer for them with his conscience,” as they “rule him through his apparently natural but really contradictory instincts, through his apparently logical but in truth easily influenced reason.” Insofar as human beings conquer nature, nature “becomes involved with, even partakes of, human freedom.” This enhances its “potential for evil as well as good.” “Could the events of the last decades have happened at the peak of a really true culture of Europe?” The question nearly answers itself. “What can guarantee man’s proper use of his power in the realm of freedom? Nothing.”

    Modern man “has not developed thoughtfully that ethic which would be effective for controlling the use of power” and indeed lacks any “proper training ground…for such an ethic, either with the elite or among the masses.” For that, modern man will need a courage beyond even what he “needs to face either atom bombs or bacteriological warfare, because it must restrain the chaos rising out of the very works of man.” Personality “can be affirmed only under the guidance of Revelation, which related man to a living, personal God, which makes him a son of Gpd. which teaches the ordering of His Providence.” Humanism can preserve “an awareness of the individual as a rounded, dignified and creative human being” but without awareness “of the real person who is the absolute ground of each man, an absolute ground superior to every psychological or cultural advantage or achievement.” Without that awareness, moral principles and relations “begin to disappear.” “The last decades”—i.e., 1900 to 1950—have “suggested what life without Christ really is. The last decades were only the beginning.”

    This is because modern ‘paganism’ differs radically from the ancient kind. It is no longer so innocent of the real nature of human beings. And it responds accordingly, as seen already in Machiavelli and his innumerable epigoni, who have increased the earthly sway of demonic powers. If so, for the remaining Christians “the Old Testament will take on a new significance” because it “reveals the Living God Who smashes the mythical bonds of the earth,” who “casts down the powers and the pagan rulers of life” while “show[ing] us the man of faith who is obedient to the acts of God according to the terms of the Covenant.” The stronger the powers of evil, the stronger the powers of freedom and faith will need to be. “Loneliness in faith will be terrible. Love will disappear from the face of the public world.” 

    In The End of the Modern World, Guardini propounds a Personalism without the socialist optimism of Mounier. [1] The Essence of Power cautiously advances some ways in which Christians might counteract the worst effects of modernity. He begins by recalling the themes of the previous book. “What determines [the] sense of existence” of modernity “is power over nature.” The modern age has ended because “we no longer believe that increase of power is necessarily the same thing as increase of value.” The question now is how to curb power, how “to integrate power into life in such a way that man can employ power without forfeiting his humanity.” This will require man “to match the greatness of his power with the strength of his humanity.” This is possible, though far from sure, because power, “the ability to move reality,” requires energy and awareness, both of which require spirit, “that reality in man which renders him capable of extricating himself from the immediate context of nature in order to direct in freedom.” “Power awaits direction,” the free choice spirit makes possible. And choice implies responsibility; “there is no such thing as power that is not answered for,” even if “the person responsible rejects responsibility.” In rejecting responsibility (as Tocqueville sees), human beings get the impression that “there is no one at all who acts, only a dumb, intangible, invisible, indefinable something which derides questioning,” a “pseudo-mystery” that replaces the divine mystery—a Satanic mystery. [2] Guardini refuses to reduce Satan to a force, to ‘the demonic.’ Satan is a person, as much as God is.

    There can be no evading the necessity of power. “Every act, every condition, indeed, even the simple fact of existing is directly or indirectly linked to the conscious exercise and enjoyment of power.” What men overlook, what Satan the deceiver wants them to overlook, is that human power derives from man’s creation in God’s image, with “a whiff of the spirit-breath of God.” It is that spirit which enables man to govern nature and himself. When modern men exercise power, however, they mask it “behind aspects of ‘utility,’ ‘welfare,’ ‘progress,’ and so forth,” thereby ruling “without developing a corresponding ethos of government.” On the contrary, “sovereignty is to be exercised with respect to the truth of things,” and the truth is that “power is not man’s right, autonomously,” but given “only as a loan, in fief.” “Man is lord by the grace of God” and he is “answerable for it to him who is Lord by essence.” This is how “sovereignty becomes obedience, service”—to neighbors (‘public service’) and to God. Man’s God-given right to rule, “in fief,” over the rest of God’s creation warrants no radical attempt at re-creating God’s work but rather his “acceptance of each thing’s being what it is—an “acceptance symbolized in the ‘name’ by which he tries to express its essential quality,” the task God assigns to Adam in Eden. That is how sovereignty can operate “as part of God’s creation,” not “to establish an independent world of man, but to complete the world of God as a free, human world in accordance with God’s will.”

    Eden saw God test Man. God authorizes Man to rule over “all natural things,” which requires that he “know them.” But to remain lord of the earth, Man must remain “an image of God” and not his rival. This is Satan’s temptation or test. Satan baits Woman with the promise of becoming like God, and Man goes in with that. “To say God knows that man can become like him by doing the act he has forbidden is to imply that God is afraid, that he feels his divinity threatened by man, that his relation to man is that of a mythical divinity,” the insecure ‘gods’ of paganism. “Satan tempts man by distorting the genuine God-man relation, placing it in a mythical twilight which falsifies it.” But of course Man’s “disobedience brings, not knowledge that makes man a god, but the deadly experience of ‘nakedness'” in shame, naturalness seen as guilt because “man’s fundamental relation to existence is destroyed.” To restore it, first the divine Law brought by Moses and the salvific work of Jesus are both necessary. 

    “No mere improvement of the condition of being,” salvation is “a new beginning”—not exactly a creation ‘from nothing’ (it “takes place within the reality of people and things”), but a renewal and redemption of the “old,” “fallen” man. While it is true that not only the ancient Greeks and Romans but “the sages of all great cultures” opposed the excesses of power with “moderation and justice,” such virtues are not salvation, as they do not “embrace existence as a whole,” existence including the personal and providential God. Indeed, as seen in the measure of classical architecture, “ancient man’s manner of interpreting nature, of reacting to it, utilizing and developing it” betokened “his rational, instinctive, and creative aspects” in just harmony with one another. But modern ‘paganism’ does more than that. Following the ‘lead’ of the Bible, man began to eschew comprehension of nature “with his senses” but to “disintegrate nature both experimentally and theoretically” in order not merely to regain some of the mastery over it that he lost when expelled from Eden but to imitate God’s power instead of following His spirit. To follow God’s spirit, however, man must become not only moderate and justice but humble. The Old Testament describes Moses as the preeminent man of anav, of humility before God, the one worthy of bringing His Commandments to the Israelites. But the ultimate Person of anav is God Himself. In Paul’s words, Christ “emptied himself, taking the form of a servant, being made in the likeness of men, and in habit formed of as a man”; “He humbled himself, becoming obedient unto death even to the death of the cross.” His motive was not glory but agape, divine love, which animates the spirit that God breathed into Man in the first place. That is, the New Testament differs from the Old Testament because in the New Testament God humbles Himself, and by that act reveals His love for man, reveals Himself, his ‘nature,’ more completely than ever before. In Jesus, “what you see over and over again is supreme power converted into humility” because humility in love is nearer to the character of God as Person than His power is. He takes on “the lowliness of a slave,” even as He rules all of His creation, which was created to be loved.

    “It is humanly impossible to judge Revelation. All we can do is to recognize it as a fact, and accept it, and judge the world and man from its standpoint.” We can nonetheless make sense of some of the things Jesus does. He never joins “any of the ruling groups,” any of the regimes on earth, selecting His disciples from ordinary men, none of them “personally extraordinary or particularly capable.” He obeys His Father, not in weakness but in strength. His prayer at Gethsemane ends with setting His face like adamant, toward Jerusalem and crucifixion. Human beings can imitate Him, in their own much limited way, when they choose to obey “a power that knows no outer bounds, only those self-imposed from within: the bounds of the Father’s will accepted freely and so completely accepted at every moment, in every situation, deep into the heart’s initial impulse, that will’s demands are effective.” In lordship “giving itself to slavery,” the Gospels attest to a “power so perfectly controlled that it is capable of renouncing itself utterly—in a loneliness as boundless as its dominion.” Monotheism, indeed. To disobey God is to risk “losing the measure of things and lapsing into the arbitrary exercise of authority”; “to forestall this danger, Christ sets up humility, the liberator which breaks asunder the spell of power” without denying its reality, its necessity. Christ’s experience “is not simply the isolated experience and victory of one individual…but rather an attitude in which all who will may share.” For their part, the ancients countered power’s tendency to corrupt “the lofty qualities of the soul” by moderation, the maintenance of “spiritual balance.” “Little by little, modernity has lost this knowledge.”

    Guardini cautions against any Christian nostalgia for the Middle Ages, for pre-modernist Christendom, which incorporated classical with Christian virtue. No Romanticist kitsch about crusading knights in shining armor need intrude. More seriously, he acknowledges that any “direct application of the truths of Revelation to world problems also has its dark side”—religious persecution and religious warfare being two notable examples. “Christian truths are by no means self-evident,” as the Christians of Christendom sometimes supposed. One cannot only be as innocent as a dove; Jesus commends the wisdom, the prudence of the serpent, as well. The “correct interpretation” and “practical application” of Christian truths “presuppose a constant metanoia or conversion.” As for the modern world, it too suffers a sort of crisis of conscience, on its own less impressive terms, in which technique supplants what was supposed to have been the rule of reason. The techniques of the modern administrative state “tend to treat people much as the machine treats the raw materials fed into it.” “Organization does not create an ethic.” This leads Guardini to go a bit too far, claiming that the modern nations’ “political structure and methods of operation are largely interchangeable” from one country to the next. The remainder of his century would suggest otherwise, as the nations under the rule of Soviet Russia saw so clearly. Organization doesn’t create an ethic, but it does reinforce one ethic or another, and Pope John Paul II, a reader and admirer of Guardini, well understood that regime differences remained meaningful, even if bureaucracy had become common to all.

    With Guardini, John Paul II understood the danger of replacing the course of events understood as providential with the course of events understood as what Guardini calls “a mere string of empirical processes,” the danger of replacing a state that exists by the grace of God with a state that exists by “grace of the people” yet operating on them as if its control of empirical processes in accordance with psychological and sociological ‘laws’ entitled administrators to rule. “The real drives behind” bureaucratic planning “are spiritual rather than practical,” culminating as they do “in an attitude which feels it to be its right and duty to impose its own goal upon mankind” for “the realization of its earthly ‘kingdom.'” That pope and his immediate successor also understood that bureaucracy in the hands of tyrants differs from bureaucracy in the hands of individuals still answerable, still responsible, to the people they rule, if not so much as they ought to be.

    In considering actions that might begin to counteract modernity’s effects, Guardini returns to that upon which “everything depends, namely, “the personal responsibility of free men.” This may yet be recovered because “the feeling that is beginning to permeate our own age is that the world is something shaped, hence limited.” The seductive apparent—but only apparent—boundlessness of the modern project no longer quite convinces. “We have today an ever deeper realization that all existence rests on certain basic forms, and that the individual form is part of a whole, which in turn is affected by the individual.” Politically, “we are approaching a state in which the economic, social national conditions in one country have repercussions all over the world.” Regimes matter to other regimes; here, Guardini qualifies his claim that political structures have become “interchangeable,” worldwide. Machiavelli counted on the limitlessness of human ambition, but limits to ambition are tightening. “The future will depend on those who know and are ready to accept the all-decisive fact that man himself is responsible for the turn history will take and for whatever becomes of the world and of human existence,” that he has “power not only over nature, but also over his own powers,” knowing how to rule and also how to be ruled—Aristotle’s definition of politics, jettisoned by the moderns. As for the Christian element, “ultimately, one can command only from God, obey only in Him.”

    Thus, Guardini has no recourse to historical or metaphysical necessity. He is no Hegelian, investing his hopes in “the Spirit of the Age.” Nor does he appeal to nature, to a First Cause that will work its way toward the good; “the evil in nature must be resisted, and this resistance is asceticism—not, to be sure, “a new version of Sparta” but a “realistic piety” which looks not only inward but outward. “History does not run on its own; it is run. It can also be run badly,” as it has been for some time. On the classical side, this means that “the concept of rule, like so many other vitally important ones, has been spoiled.” What it should mean is “a human, ethical-spiritual attitude that is, above all, deeply conscious of how the nascent world is conditioned and how every person, each in his or her place, may help to shape it.” Morally, this means that ruling “requires prudence” and the moderation that enables men to think prudently. Not the Absolute Spirit but spirituality is needed, initially by “try[ing] to rediscover something of what is called the contemplative attitude” in a world too inclined to thoughtless activity. “Before all else, man’s depths must be reawakened” by “step[ping] aside from the general hustle and bustle.” Open your “mind and heart wide to some word of piety or wisdom or ethical honor,” whether from Scripture or Plato, from Goethe or Jeremias Gotthelf.” [3] In so doing, “we must return to the essence of being,” asking such fundamental questions as the relation of a man’s work to his life, what standards are worthy of living by, and “what do health, sickness, death really signify?” Against Machiavelli’s valorization of grasping, he praises a certain asceticism, letting go of things, an open hand. “Man is not so constructed as to be complete in himself and, in addition, capable of entering into relations with God or not as he sees fit; his very essence consists in his relation to God,” on Whom “all other realities, including the human, are founded.” “When existence fails to give Him His due, existence sickens.” 

     

     

    Notes

    1. See “Personalism,” a review of Emmanuel Mounier: Personalism (1952) on this website under “Bible Notes.”
    2. See Alexis de Tocqueville: Democracy in America XXX
    3. Jeremias Gotthelf was the pen name of Albert Bitzius, a nineteenth-century Swiss pastor and novelist whose best-known work, The Black Spider, depicts the malign effects of dealing with the Devil—Guardini’s theme here.

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    Personalism

    August 6, 2025 by Will Morrisey

    Emmanuel Mounier: Personalism. Notre Dame: University of Notre Dame Press, 1952.

     

    “A philosophy but not a system,” Personalism refuses to trap human beings into any comprehensive determinism, whether natural, historical, or religious. “The existence of free and creative persons” is “its central affirmation,” but neither is it Nietzschean. Although versions of Personalism may include agnosticism, Mounier affirms Christian Personalism. Morally and politically, Christian Personalism beckons men to “the adventure of responsible liberty.” It posits a paradox that needs resolution: that “the personal is the mode of existence proper to man” but it “has ceaselessly to be attained.” It participates in “the human struggle to humanize humanity” against those who would dehumanize it, as the scientific manipulators of Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World attempt to do. Personalism comports with the Bible’s personal God, not the ‘god of the philosophers,’ whether Aristotelian or Spinozist. It is not alien to some of the philosophers, however, as Socrates’ “‘Know thyself’ is the first great personalist revolution of which we know” and Aristotle’s Nicomachean Ethics follows in the wake of that adjuration.

    Still, “it is Christianity that, first of all, imports into these gropings a decisive notion of the person.” God “through love brings [persons] into existence,” creating the world ex nihilo and peopling it with individuals, each of whom has an “eternal destiny.” He unifies the world, makes it a cosmos, not “through the abstraction of an idea but by an infinite capacity for the individual multiplication of these separate acts of love.” This metaphysic so scandalized the world that Averroës attempted to return to generality, to abstraction, to depersonalization—to the notion of “one common soul for the whole human race.” But “the individual soul is not a crossroads where several participations in general realities meet (matter, ideas, etc.) but an indissoluble whole, in which the unity is prior to the multiplicity because it is rooted in the absolute,” by which Mounier means the God of the Bible and (emphatically) not Hegel’s Absolute Spirit. (Indeed, “Hegel remains the imposing and monstrous architect of all the imperialism of the impersonal idea,” an empire that demands that we “believe in complete subservience of the individual to the State.”)  No “abstract tyranny of a Destiny,” no Platonic or neo-Platonic “heaven of ideas,” no “Impersonal Though indifferent” to individuals and their “destinies”: the personal God “grant[s] man a freedom analogous to his own, by his readiness to be generous to the generous,” to be gracious.

    God’s grace forces no one. Rather, “the profound purpose of human existence is not to assimilate itself to the abstract generality of Nature or of the Ideas, but to change  “the heart of its heart,” to convert, to undertake a ‘turning around’ of the soul, a “personal choice” made in “the inviolable domain which no one can judge and of which nobody knows, not even the angels, but God alone,” a transformation to which “man is freely called,” given that “liberty is constitutive of his existence as a creature.” Human liberty entails the freedom to sin, as well, the freedom of a man to “refuse his destiny”; otherwise, the choice wouldn’t be real. 

    This inviolability, this “absoluteness of the person” does not isolate him from the world or from other persons. The Trinity itself, the very structure of God (as it were) suggests “an intimate dialogue between persons, and is of its very essence the negation of solitude.” Since “every human being is created in the image of God, every person is called to the formation of one immense Body, mystical and physical, in the charity of Christ.” That is the commonality underlying human individuality, the commonality that makes human beings persons, not atoms. Mystical and physical: Mounier rejects Christian neo-Platonism of the Middle Ages, which in his estimation “hampered full reaffirmation, by the Albertino-Thomist realism, of the dignity of matter and the unity of the human being” as a being created in God’s image and thereby as a person. Glimmers of Personalism, proto-personalism, may be seen in various ways in Occam, Luther, Descartes, Pascal, Kierkegaard, and Rousseau in their several critiques of “scholastic decadence,” although Descartes also “bequeaths to us, in his Cogito, the germs of the idealism and metaphysical solipsism,” while Pascal and Kierkegaard succumb to a “lofty and solitary religion” that isolates them from human beings. As a result, “what one might call the Socratic revolution of the XIXth century, the fight against all those modern forces that tend to depersonalize man,” seen in Kierkegaard’ spirituality and Marx’s dialectical materialism—each a rebellion against Hegel but also a failure truly to overcome him—has led to a sharp duality between spirit and matter which Christian Personalism seeks to restore to the harmony God intends. [1]

    Not dualism but “the indissoluble union of the soul and the body is the pivot of Christian thinking.” Christianity teaches that thought, soul, the divinely granted breath of life “fuse[s] with the body in existence.” When soul and body strive wrongly, in “the direction opposed to the supernatural vocation of man,” the “destiny” of man, Christianity calls that ‘the flesh’ (not to mention the world and the Devil). The flesh causes a “downward drag” of both body and soul, but when this unity, this person, “collaborate[s]” with the power of the Holy Spirit, it reaches out to “the substantial kingdom of God,” not “some ethereal realm of spirit.” That is, the Kingdom of God will see us not only in renewed souls but in new bodies. “The Christian who speaks of the body or of matter with contempt does so against his own most central tradition,” partaking not of the Gospel but of “the Greek contempt for the material,” transmitted us “under false Christian credentials.” Man is indeed incarnate, but he was so before the Fall, not only after it. His incarnation “is an abiding occasion of perversity,” not perversity per se. (While Marxism correctly regards material poverty as “an aberration,” one that needs correction of “the development of humanity,” that correction will not end all other kinds of aberration, “even upon the natural plane.” Marxism “is a kind of secularization of the central value that the Christian tradition claims for work.”) To exist subjectively and to exist bodily “are one and the same experience,” inasmuch as “I cannot think without being and I cannot be without my body.”

    “If we are to render an account of humanity, we must grasp the living reality of man in his total activity.” Unlike other animals, man knows the cosmos and transforms it and, moreover, is capable of loving his neighbor and of loving cooperation with God, understanding both neighbor and God as persons. He can do this not only because he has a soul but because his body itself “takes me constantly outside of myself into the problems of the world and the struggles of mankind,” “pushes me out into space”; my body ages, thus “acquaint[ing] me with duration,” and, because it dies, “confront[ing] me with eternity.” “We bear the weight of [the body’s] bondage,” but we must never ignore that “it is also the basis of all consciousness and of all spiritual life, the omnipresent mediator of the life of the spirit.” This constrained liberty, this liberty limited by an incomplete bondage, perfects itself in struggle. “The right road for man is in this tragic optimism, where he finds his true destiny in a goal of greatness through unending struggle,” with no ‘end of history’ to be delivered by impersonal forces of nature or of history.

    Mounier carefully distinguishes personalism from individualism, “the ideology and the prevailing structure of Western bourgeois society in the 18th and 19th centuries,” which conceives of “Man in the abstract, unattached to any natural community, the sovereign lord of a liberty unlimited and undirected; turning towards others with a primary mistrust, calculation and self-vindication; institutions restricted to the assurance that these egoisms should not encroach upon one another, or to their betterment as a purely profitmaking association.” So defined, individualism “is the very antithesis of personalism, and its dearest enemy” because it denies that “the fundamental nature of the person is not originality nor self-knowledge nor individual affirmation.” Personalism affirms not “separation but communication” whereby the individual “make[s] himself available…and thereby more transparent both to himself and to others,” more gracious. Far from limiting the person, as ‘individualists’ suppose, other persons enable each person “to be and to grow.” Borrowing Martin Buber’s language, Mounier affirms that “the thou, which implies the we, is prior to the I—or at least accompanies it.” Failure of communication diminishes me. To avoid such failure, including the corruption of communication seen in lying, sophistry, and rhetorical domination, one must stand ready to go outside of oneself; to see others from their point of view; to share in their destinies, joys, and sorrows, to be liberal in the original sense of the word, generous (“an economics of donation, not of compensation nor of calculation”); and to be faithful in “devotion to the person” in “love and friendship.” “Love is the surest certainty that man knows; the one irrefutable, existential cogito (I love, therefore I am); therefore being is, and life has value (is worth the pain of living).” What “shakes me out of my self-assurance, my habits, my egocentric torpor” is what “most surely reveals me to myself.”

    That is, love as agape dislocates as it rewards. Communication is difficult. Misunderstandings happen. Even when they don’t, “there is something in us that deeply opposes every movement toward reciprocity, the kind of fundamental ill-will that we have already mentioned.” Other persons aren’t easy to understand, given the “irreducible opacity about our very manner of existing.” Forming a community—whether a family, a nation, or a religious community—tempts us into “a new egocentricity of its own,” a collective selfishness and shutting-out. While the person “cannot be duplicated or repeated,” he also cannot fully realize his personhood without “the world of persons,” and that goes for communities, too. This means that “there must be some common factor,” some “abiding human nature,” a point that “contemporary thought” inclines to reject in favor of existentialism, historicism, conventionalism, or some other such claim. Contemporary thought “rejects the conception of ‘human nature’ as a prejudice that would limit” the possibilities of human achievement, typically claim that “every man is nothing but what he makes himself.” But personalism, whether Christian or agnostic, affirms “the unity of mankind, both in space and time.” It opposes “the totalitarians’ denigration of political adversaries” because “any man, however different, or even degraded, remains a man.” “This sense of humanity as one and indivisible is strictly implicit in the modern notion of equality,” although many egalitarians don’t recognize that. 

    That includes egalitarian ‘idealists,’ who would abolish property. “Man must on no account play at being pure spirit,” however. He needs property, “a certain range of objects, with which [he] can form relations of intimacy somewhat like those that it seeks with other persons, relations of frequency and of long duration.” ‘To be’ and ‘to have’ are not mutually exclusive but “opposites between which our embodied existence is held in tension.” Embodied existence makes it impossible “to be without having”; it also requires a man “to give up [his] isolation, to ‘bear with’ something. The tension comes when he refuses to act generously with what he has, but to do so he must have things in the first place. “Moral idealism is not uncommonly the quest for an existence freed at last from any burden whatever: an aspiration opposed to nature which can end only in ruin, or in anti-humanity.” Rather, “concentrating in order to find oneself; then going forth to enrich and to find oneself again concentrating oneself anew through dispossession; such is the systole and the diastole of the personal life, an everlasting quest for a unity foretold and longed for but never realized.” And while “mystics of personality” forget that their persons are embodied “in the world,” “politicians of the person” incline to think of themselves beings in need of defensive walls against all others. Neither can be a hero, who risks himself in battle, or “a lover giving himself for love,” or a saint “inspired by love for his God.” They are too focused on their own interiority for any of that. 

    A true person must ready himself for struggle. “To be a presence in the world is not easy! I am lost if I flee from it, I am also lost if I give myself up to it,” failing sometimes “to say no, to protest, to break away.” “Experience demonstrates that there is no value that is not born of conflict or established without struggle, from the political order to social justice, from sexual love to human unity, or, for Christians, to the Kingdom of God.” Mounier’s person strikes a balance, recognizing that “the machines, the masses, the ruling powers, administration, the universe itself and its forces present themselves to him increasingly as a general menace,” inviting him to succumb to “a kind of social paranoia,” while also recognizing that “love is a struggle,” life ” struggle against death,” spiritual life “a struggle against the inertia of matter and the sloth of the body”—a call for engagement in that very modern world. Christians call for the virtue of fortitude, whose “great aim” is to “overcome the fear of bodily evil,” the “fear of being hit,” still another manifestation of individualism or perhaps merely selfishness equally opposed to liberality and magnanimity. “In modern conditions of comfort and of indulgent care for the feelings, we have long cultivated, under the cover of philosophies of love and of peace, the most monstrous misunderstandings of these elementary truths,” which incline to deny not the wrong use of force but the use of any force at all. On the contrary, “rights themselves are an always precarious effort to rationalize force and incline it towards the rule of love.” Immoral violence must be confronted by violence, Mounier writes, a few years after the Second World War, an event which brought that point to one’s attention. “To try to eradicate aggressiveness altogether from education, or too early to swamp the virile energies of youth in idealistic hopes—this is less likely to realize any ideal than to spoil the fighters for it.” Education entails cultivation, and “to cultivate means to sacrifice”—to weed out, to prune. “Every organization, every technique, every doctrine which tends to deny or diminish this fundamental vocation of the person to exercise responsible choice, whatever advantages it may offer, is a poison more dangerous than despair”; “the most solemn declarations of Rights are speedily transgressed in a state that contains too few men of indomitable character to confirm them, or social structures too weak to guarantee their realization.”

    This emphasis on the wholeness of human life, the integration of all its elements into the person, precludes any strict dualism. “As soon as one isolates freedom from the whole structure of the person, it tends toward some aberration.” And while it is true that Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle, “the indeterminism of modern physics,” refutes materialist determinism, “it does no more” than that. “If freedom were merely an irregularity in the working of the universe, who could prove that it was not reducible to a defect in our perception, or even to some systematic distortion in nature or in man?” Human freedom “is the freedom of a person, moreover of this person,” a naturally constituted and therefore limit being, “situated in the world and in the presence of definite values.” “To be free is, in the first place, to accept this position and base oneself upon it,” exercising choice and accepting the sacrifices choice requires, given our ‘givens’ of body, space, time. “He who is blind to his servitude is the only real slave, even if he is a happy one.” By “values” Mounier means not the arbitrary and/or conventional claims people make when they say that they, or ‘society,’ ‘places a value’ on some thing or some act. Real liberty means “liberation to choose the good,” to be a “responsible man.” Freedom is “the mode and manner in which the person is everything that it is”—its fully developed nature. In this, Christian personalism shows its affinities to Christian Aristotelianism.

    And this is a Christian Aristotelianism. It is not mere vitalism, inasmuch as “the life-force never prompts us to anything other than itself,” tempting us to refuse “to accept suffering and death” because animated by “the passion for life at any price.” Not so: as the Personalist Gabriel Marcel writes, “I am more than my life,” more than my biological existence. That is the Christlike stance, but also the stance of the self-described ‘anti-Christ,’ Friedrich Nietzsche. The difference is that, like Christ, and unlike Nietzsche with his amor fati, Personalists “cannot willingly surrender the person to anything impersonal,” instead “deduc[ing] all values from the unique appeal of the one supreme Person.” To those who demand proof “of the transcendent,” Mounier replies, simply that “the transcendent, being inherent in the universe of freedom, is not susceptible of proof,” which requires firm predictability; its only verification “is manifested in the fullness of the personal life.” A person isn’t “tied to a given position like a horse hobbled to a post” but one who can “survey the universe from the angle of his own position, and indefinitely to lengthen to the bonds by which he is attached to it.” The “values” or principles by which he governs his conduct are independent of “the peculiarities of a given subject”—not ‘subjective’ in the sense moral subjectivists propound—but “they are subjective in the sense that they exist only in relation to subjects, that they have to be reborn through persons, yet without being bound to any one of them, mediating between all, drawing them out of their isolation and relating them to the universal”—ultimately, the supreme Person. It is true that “God remains silent; all that is of value in the world is steeped in silence.” What is ruinous is steeped in noise and distraction: “the modern techniques of degradation—financial trickery, bourgeois complaisance and political intimidation”—all “more deadly than weapons of war.” [2]

    The Personalist theory of knowledge is rational without being rationalist, not an attempt to find a purely objective truth reducible to logical syllogisms. Spinoza, Adam Smith, and other modern philosophers aspire to a universality that “is not that of a world of persons,” either by attempting to “eliminate the spectator,” the one looking at the world, “in order to uphold the preeminence of the idea” or by positing “an ‘objective’ spectator, one who explains all things, understands all things, and admits everything.” Mounier calls this “the internal weakness in liberalism,” one that Nietzsche saw; “the knowing spirit is not a neutral mirror” but one “linked with a body and a history, called to a destiny, and involved in the situation by all its actions, including its acts of knowledge.”. But this is not to concur with Nietzsche’s attack on objectivity itself and his consequent valorization of the will-to-power. Science has its place, so long as one understands what it can and cannot do. “There is no valid reflection which does not give full weight to scientific knowledge,” but science cannot tell us anything about God, except the impersonal ‘god of the philosophers.’ A person who seeks truth must do what Plato’s Socrates (no mean logician) demands in his allegory of the cave: a conversion, a turning-around of the soul. To link oneself to transcendence and to communication with others requires “the recognition of objectivity,” the fact that there are other persons ‘out there,’ along with the impersonal objects of nature and art. Engagement is no solipsism. “A complete logic needs to formulated upon this basis”; Mounier refers his readers to his Treatise on Character for the beginnings of such a logic. Such a conversion is as necessary in morality as in epistemology. “The moral ‘cogito’ develops through suffering,” through engagement not only with one’s own faults but with other faulty persons. 

    More generally, the whole field of action or engagement “presupposes freedom.” Action has four “dimensions”: poesis or making, behavior, “contemplative action,” and “collective action.” Making aims at “dominat[ing] and organiz[ing] external matter.” It requires ‘economy,’ that is, industriousness and efficiency. “But man has no satisfaction in fabrication and organization unless he finds in them his own dignity, the fraternity of his fellow-workers, and some fulfilment above that of utility.” That is, economy requires “the guidance of politics, which relates” its problems “to ethics.” “It is at the level of politics that an economy becomes personalized and its personnel institutionalized.” Behavior or ethical action thus requires a politics that treats human persons as persons, not as instruments. (In this, Mounier taps into not only Existentialist ‘authenticity’ but Kant’s refusal to treat human beings as means to an end rather than as ends in themselves, although as a Christian he insists that treating human beings only as ends in themselves is an attempt to bypass God.) “Contemplative action” means an action not of the mind alone but of the whole person, the Socratic and Christian conversion just mentioned, aiming at “perfection and universality, but by way of finite works and particular actions.” Far from denigrating theory in the attempt to exalt praxis, Mounier observes that “the highest mathematical speculations, the least directly useful…have found the most fruitful applications, and at the same time the most unforeseen.” The same is true of “the two centuries of theological controversy which established the full significance of the Incarnation of Christ,” speculations that “also founded the only fully activist and industrial civilizations.” Further, contemplation may more directly disrupt “existing practice” by action “of the type that we call prophetic,” by “affirm[ing] the absolute in all its trenchancy, by speech, writing or behavior, when its meaning has been blunted by compromises.” Finally, collective action affirming “the community of labor, a common destiny or spiritual community” must never “confuse engagement with regimentation,” as seen in fascism and communism, with their “systems and dogmatisms.” In all of its dimensions, action as personal engagement meets the scorn of fanatics, who despise its hesitation to act without thinking and of politicians who “reproach it as intractable because it never forgets claims that are absolute.” “But courage lies in acceptance of these inconvenient conditions.” 

    Mounier criticizes modern education as “the worst possible preparation” for a culture of Personalism. “The universities distribute formal knowledge which predisposes men to ideological dogmatism or, by reaction, to sterile irony” and “spiritual educators” often “base moral edification upon scrupulousness and moral casuistry instead of the cultivation of decision,” of responsible choice in the real world. “The whole climate of education needs to be changed if we no longer want to see, on the plane of action, intellectuals who set an example of blindness and men of conscience who inculcate cowardice.”

    “European nihilism,” impelled by the critiques of modern rationalism as seen in the way of life of “the bourgeois world” delivered by Marx, Nietzsche, and Freud, all deniers of Hegel’s claim to have constructed a philosophic system that marks the end of history because it marks “the end of philosophy,” of philosophizing, of the love of wisdom, the ever-renewed reasoned quest for the truth, “is spreading and organizing its forces in every field left vacant by the retreat of those substantial beliefs which kept our fathers in heart—the Christian faith, the culture of science, of reason and of duty.” Mounier identifies “the great question of the twentieth century” as whether the century “can avoid that dictation by the technocrats, either from the right or the left, which loses sight of man in the organizing of his activities.” Mounier knows what he doesn’t want: “the proletarian condition,” the “anarchic economy of property,” “state monopoly,” and paternalism. He wants “the priority of labor over capital,” abolition of “class distinctions founded upon the division of labor or of wealth,” and “an economy directed to the fulfilment of the totality of personal needs.” He is less sure of how to achieve these ends. Precisely as a Personalist, he must leave such things open to choices made in the future.

    He does offer some preliminary reflections. “Politics is not an end in itself, overruling all other aims,” since “the State is meant for man, not man for the State.” Nevertheless, “if politics is not everything, it enters into everything.” Anarchists are mistaken to think that “power wielded by man over man” cannot be reconciled with “the interpersonal relation,” and this is the core of Mounier’s complaint about liberalism, as well; it is too antipolitical. “Anarchism and liberalism forget that since man’s personality is deeply rooted in the natural world it is impossible to exercise power over things without exercising some constraint over man.” But fascism and other forms of absolutism (he pointedly overlooks communism) ham-handedly reject “authority,” by which he means “the final destiny of the person, which power ought to respect and promote.” To do that, power must be used to protect the person “against abuses of power” with a constitution that limits the powers of the State including its police powers, institutes federalism, permits citizens to appeal decisions of the State, establishes an independence of the judiciary, and asserts the right of habeas corpus. Calls for “democracy” must define that term. Mounier defines it as “a form of government erected upon the spontaneity of the masses in order to ensure their participation as subjects in the objective structure of powers”—Aristotle calls that “ruling and being ruled in turn”—a form that prevents “the ‘mob-rule’ at one extreme”—the excesses of the French Revolution seldom drift far from the minds of French political writers—or “the irremovable one-party State at the other”—both “but different forms of irresponsible tyranny.” The “spontaneity of the masses” can be registered through representative government, itself informed by “political education,” typically undertaken by the political parties. With the parliamentary regime of the Fourth Republic now established, Mounier is predictably dissatisfied with the current parties. “Political democracy needs to be wholly reorganized in relation to an effectual economic democracy adapted to the contemporary systems of production.” And although “the Marxist criticism of formal democracy is on the whole unanswerable,” as a Christian Mounier also tacitly rejects real, existing Communism, with its “divinized” Leader and Party. In modern life, “all the regulative ideals that are set forth in the ‘phenomenology’ of religion come back again in novel cults and in generally debased forms, decidedly retrograde in comparison with those of Christianity, precisely because the personal universe and its requirements are eliminated.” 

    Mounier hopes that someday “there will no longer be any need to direct attention” to the personal character of human beings and of God, a time when this “will have become the common and accepted knowledge of the situation of mankind.” The Christianity of the Bible prophesies that this will only occur with divine intervention at the end of days. Mounier’s ‘Left’ Catholicism inclines to forget that, although it nobly offers resources with which Christians might endure the interim.

     

    Note

    1. Leo Strauss regards this dualism as inherent in modern philosophy itself, seen first in Machiavelli’s invitation to the prince to master Fortuna, and in Bacon’s analogous invitation to conquer nature for the relief of man’s estate.
    2. It is noteworthy that Mounier’s journal, Esprit, became the voice of an anti-American, ‘Left’ Catholicism after World War II. That is, he clearly regarded liberalism as a more insidious threat to France and to humanity generally than Marxism, although that did not commit himself to adherence regimes of ‘the dictatorship of the proletariat.’ See Seth D. Armus: “The Eternal Enemy: Emmanuel Mounier’s Esprit and Franch Anti-Americanism.” (French Historical Studies, Volume 24, Number 2, Spring 2001, pp.271-304.)

     

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    Miriam Winter, the Person

    July 30, 2025 by Will Morrisey

    Miriam Winter: Trains: A Memoir of a Hidden Childhood during and after World War II. Jackson, Michigan: Kelton Press, 1997.

     

    ‘The Jew’: a stock figure in European theater, an abstraction. Miriam Winter: a person who was Jewish. Her memoir of her childhood in hiding from the Nazi, under an assumed identity, a fake name, chronicles not only or even primarily her survival—about which her feelings were tortured—but her struggle to rediscover her real identity, her individuality, the personhood she needed to uncover under a layer of salvific lies. “Lies saved my life during the war, and I didn’t stop lying when the war ended.” 

    “My name in hiding was Marysia Kowalska, but my real name was Miriam Winter…. until the fall of 1941,” when the Nazis took Lodz under the terms of the Nazi-Soviet Pact partitioning Poland, “I was a daughter, a granddaughter, a sister, a niece, and we lived like a string of beads, always together. Then, the string broke, and I wasn’t called Mirka anymore.” Mirka is a child’s nickname but also a name of endearment. (My own mother, Rose Wacyra, one of nine children born to a young Polish couple who had moved from Galicia to Cliffwood, New Jersey in 1900, recalled a Jewish lady who lived in the neighborhood who called her ‘Rosala.’) She recalls the strings of amber beads, soft and warm to the touch, the color of “summer fields full of grain” in the Polish countryside, “full of life” because they are the “fossil resin of the prehistoric trees.” “For years my own feelings lay dormant like a fossil insect inside an amber bead. Now, fifty years after the war ended, I want to uncover my past and learn who I was. I want to know a girl called home by Mother,” whom she remembers only by the sound of her voice. “I can’t recall my mother’s face.” In Judaism, Jewishness itself is passed down through the mother. The partial severance from one’s mother means severance from oneself, from the people of whom you are a part.

    Trains: trains took Jews to the death camps, but for Miriam Winter they also meant life, life preserved by escape, not in permanence, like amber. Her memory of the war is “a memory of running scared,” running away from her parents, little brother, grandparents, none of whom she would see again. Even after the war, “I didn’t try to find my family,” and although “I didn’t have to hide anymore…I remained in hiding,” refusing to admit she was Jewish. “I wore my mask well and smiled often,” moving from place to place, taking trains, a life “marked by packing and unpacking.” Why? That question serves as a guide not only to the reader but to her, to the author of the memoir. “I have very little memory because I lost my family. Adults pass on a sense of continuity to a child. I had nothing to help me recall life as it once was.” It was only in 1991 that she learned that the Jews in the Lodz Ghetto, Ozarow, were murdered in the Treblinka concentration camp, where they were taken in October 1942. That is what happened to her parents and her brother. But she knew it in her soul before that, which is one reason why she kept on moving, avoiding what her soul knew.

    “Fifty years have passed since a loving voice called me Mirka.” She wants no murderous abstractions, none of ‘the Jew,’ the hate-name children taunted her with. The individual name was loving; the generic name murderous. She wants to know through her own senses: “I try to picture, to taste and touch, to hear and smell; I try to catch the image of myself in Ozarow, to recall how it felt to be called by my mother.” She wants to know herself as a person. And she relies on her senses, which disclose things that are solid in a world that passes by, passes through, like a train.

    Her parents saved her by sending her away at the age of eight. She does remember some of her life before that: her uncle, Szmulek, who “laughed louder and longer than anybody I knew”; her grandfather, Szymon Kohn, a Hassid; her playing at being a storekeeper, imitating her grandparents; her father, Tobiasz Winter, “short, bald, funny, and fast as a bullet; “the white armbands with the blue star of David”; the Yiddish her parents spoke when they didn’t want the children to know something; the time she broke open a doll’s head to see what was inside. The doll’s head turned out to be empty, with “no dreams or memories or songs or games inside”—even more void of identity than she would become. “I hug the baby and tell her not to worry because I will take care of her.” Taken away from her mother, Majta-laja or “Lonka,” Miriam Winter finally became her own mother, her own caregiver and guardian. During the war, her first adult caretaker outside her family was Cesia, a friend of her family (blond, she didn’t ‘look Jewish’), who took her away from the Ghetto on the train.

    This book, this collection of words, is about trains, running for your life, and about words, which can give life or take it away, depending on how they are used or abused. In Polish, the word for Germany is Niemcy, derived from ‘mute’; by contrast, ‘Slovak’ means ‘word.’ For the Poles, the Germans appear as a people without words, the way the ‘barbarians’ did to the Romans, as a nation that shows up not to speak but to kill. In fact, the Nazi Germans did use words, but they used them wrongly, invoking ‘the Jew,’ ‘the Slav” (as when the great chess player, Alexander Alekhine, taunted Aron Nimzovich with “Slav means slave”). Using words wrongly, they murdered. Against this, when her father said goodbye to her in Lodz, he handed her a piece of paper on which he had written the Lord’s Prayer, the words of a Jew commended to Jews and Gentiles, words that would be more than acceptable to the Polish Catholics among whom his daughter must ‘pass’ as a Christian if she is to survive. As for the trains, a train was “my first hiding place.” “Other trains rolled their wheels, and I survived by a roll of dice, pure random luck”—a “life saved by chance, punctuated by train stops.” To her, during the war, life was random, not providential. The Lord’s Prayer, invoking divine providence, came to seem a part of the camouflage, of appearance not the reality. ” Her father also “told me that from now on my name was Marysia Kowalska,” a safe Polish name. Her father did not think at random. He had a plan for his daughter living, not dying. On the train, at a platform in Kielce, a Polish woman named Maryla boarded and met Cesia, “a chance meeting of two strangers on a train.” Cesia gave her to this unknown woman, despairing of being able to care for her; her Warsaw apartment only had room for the child she had come to Ozarov to save, her nephew. “If Maryla had gone to another compartment I would have been killed,” since by the fall of 1941 “the slaughter of Jews in Poland was put into motion in an organized way,” anything but randomly”—death being much better organized than life, in that time and place. “I survived, but I can’t recall my mother’s face, although I do remember the train that took me away.” 

    Years later, at the Holocaust Hall of Remembrance at Yad Vashem, in Israel, she saw the names of the cities where Jews were herded into ghettoes by the Nazis, including Ozarow in Lodz, “the last place I was with my parents.” she could touch the name of Ozarow, carved into the wall; the warm, solid “sun-bathed stones returned my touch.” The wall is a collection of names of the ghettoes and of the men and women who lived in them before being murdered. A man there told her that he didn’t even know his own name. “Like me, he had many false names; like me, he survived alone. I am still searching, but there are no traces. I have often wondered why I survived.” Was it really just random? “I am all that’s left of the families of Winter and Kohn; if I hadn’t lived, there wouldn’t be a soul to say that they even existed. I am their witness.” As her own mother, now, her own source of remembrance, however tenuous, her life became the meaning of what seemed random.

    What she can remember is the Lord’s Prayer, the “Our Father” given to her by her own father for use as a lifesaving mask. As long as she stays with the “Our Father,” lives by her father’s wisdom, she will be safe, her life preserved, as if in amber. But it will also be a fossilized life, removed from real life, lived behind a mask. She would keep the mask on, let it slip, put it back on, not knowing when to remove it. “I kept my prayer note, repeating it again and again, quickly becoming an obedient girl who would memorize her knew prayer and forget the face of her mother.” Jewishness is matrilinear. The “Our Father” consists of words that are indeed fatherly and salvific but recited at the price of emptying herself of herself. In leaving her mother, at her mother’s desperate request to Cesia, “I didn’t know we were parting; I didn’t realize that it was forever; I didn’t know what I left and why.”

    For her part, Cesia didn’t know, either—didn’t “know what to do with me,” a child whose “curly, black hair marked me as Jewish,” unlike her nephew, “blond like Cesia.” “I can only guess what motivated Maryla” to accept her. “Don’t let them know that you are afraid,” she tells them, when news of a Nazi patrol “passed through the crowded corridor” of the train “like a telegram on a wire.” “Tall and strong, a handsome peasant girl who had migrated to the city and made her own way” by smuggling food to hungry Poles in her city, Lwow, she “could smell an informer from a distance and knew how to keep him at arm’s length.” Smell: in this case, sensual knowledge in the mind, immediate knowledge, intuition.

    Maryla cut that telltale hair and told her to stay out of sight, away from the window. “I missed being talked to and touched.” Eight-year-olds find it hard to follow commands, consistently, and when she peeked out at some children she heard outside, the cry went up: “Zydowa! Zydowa!”—Jewess, Jewess, an abstract word with hateful implication. They moved to another village, where another girl taunted her in singsong, Zydowa. “The song turned to incantation,” a sign not merely of taunting but of domination. “‘Words will never kill me,’ goes the nursery rhyme, except then—in German-occupied Poland,” where “being called Zydowa possessed the power to kill.” Judaism teaches that God calls His creation into being with a word; words create or kill, include or exclude. At a New York gathering of Holocaust survivors in 1991, she objected when a speaker says that European Jews “abandoned their religion in hiding.” His words were too general. She shows her first communion photo to a Christian friend (in America, she can have Christian friends), explaining it as an image that “defended me from Jew hunters.” Such evidence, however dubious, caused salutary doubts in the fully loaded heads of her persecutors.

    “In truth my first communion was an unconsummated act. It never took place.” The Catholic priest refused to perform the service. In the future, “you may think that I am forcing my religion on you,” his mouth “curl[ing] onto a grimace as if he had bitten into a rotten part of an apple,” rather as Adam in the Garden. Not wanting her to be killed, he commanded, “You must pretend to take communion.”  “I felt rejected, deprived, and fearful,” alive without life. “I had to pretend to be a Christian girl,” which added another burden of complication to her pretending. “I was bound to make mistakes,” and she did.

    Moved to a farm owned by a widow named Maslow, with her two sons and daughter, she was terrified by a gander in the barnyard. Sensing her fear, it struck, just as the Nazis preyed upon those who betrayed their identity by fear. To overcome the girl’s fear of animals, Maslow would strike her if she refused to perform chores. “I hardened,” even if “it was harder to live without tenderness,” the blow of the farm woman replacing the caresses of her parents. “My only attachment was to my new religion. I loved Jesus, I wanted to serve him,” hoping to bring herself a loving relation with a person. “My Jewish life was over for me. In the villages where I now lived everyone was Roman Catholic,” the family cow her only companion. In her catechism book she saw a drawing showing Jesus surrounded by Jews chanting “Crucify him, crucify him!” “I was sure that I would go to hell. I was guilty because I were Jewish.” The Catholic children lived with their families, safely, out in the open. “I didn’t want to be Jewish anymore.” Reading the lives of the saints, “moved by their pride and defiance of danger, I wanted to be like them.” She wanted to become a nun, although she was now only “a shepherd girl taking a cow into the pasture,” a girl-David waiting to hear back from God. The farm work hardened her physically, too. She no longer went to bed with illnesses, as she had done many times at home. “Now, running barefoot across a frozen pond without a scarf, a hat, or a coat, I didn’t catch cold or didn’t notice if I did.”

    None of it quite worked. In the Catholic Church, confession should be a set of honest words, salvific words, words bringing the worshipper back into the community of God. In still another town, Stykow, in 1943, “I committed a grave mistake.” “That I was not baptized felt like a knife in my heart. I loved Jesus now. This was the only object of affection in my lonely life.” But at the church in Stykow, she needed to continue to pretend to take communion, although “I knew that what I was doing was wrong,” a “mortal sin” that was life-preserving but also a bar against community, preventing her from truly joining the Church. Her mistake was to go to confession and to tell the priest that she had never been baptized, believing that “the sanctity of the sacrament” would protect her. But the priest refused to absolve her, and an old woman overheard, shouting “Father”—no protective father—this girl “didn’t receive absolution!” It was the truth, but the truth not only did not set the girl free, it endangered her life and effectively expelled her from the Catholic community. She ran to the forest, having disobeyed her real father’s wise command, “deserted and betrayed” by the communion-community. There, she calmed herself, embracing a tree (“the bark was rough but warm; behind a hard crust the tree was gentle”) and promising herself “to be smarter now,” never to “admit that I am Jewish,” never to “reveal who I am,” as her father had told her. She would no longer confess the truth but follow her father’s wisdom. From the forest she walked to the town of Hucisko, where Maryla’s sister lived. “Try to remember your way to Hucisko,” Maryla had told her, a long time ago. She did. Remembrance can save.

    The sister, Zosia, lived there with her husband, Bartek, and their four children. They took her in, giving her the same chore as previously, tending a cow. Zosia supplemented the farm income (“food was scarce”) by fortune-telling; watching her manipulate the villagers with words, Miriam Winter learned not to be manipulated. She did read a lot, much to the annoyance of the adults, who wanted her only to work. “After my failed confession I kept watch all the time” over herself. “I lived only in the present,” suppressing memories of her family. “I learned to conceal my feelings.” She dreamt, alternately, of being exposed and of being rescued by a knight. “Childhood? Even the name seems ironic.” 

    By mid-1944, the Germans were in retreat, the Red Army advancing. Everyone hid, emerging when it was safe. “The war was over for them, but not for me.” One boy found a grenade the Germans left behind in a storehouse. He pounded on it, the grenade exploded, and “they found his remains scattered around a tree.” The war was over, its aftermath not—as Poles would learn in subsequent decades of Communist rule.

    Maryla arrived and retrieved her, taking her back to Lwow. They pretended to be mother and daughter, with Miriam now “hiding behind a Christian name,” Maria Dudek. “I didn’t look for my family,” as if “I didn’t want them to live even in my memory,” having “survived the hunt” “frozen, with no identity of my own” as a kind of reverse Odysseus, a No-Man who had not voyaged to return home but to escape it. “I should have shouted out, ‘My name is Miriam Winter!’ But I didn’t come out of my hiding, and so no one called me by my real name”—free, alive, but “dead inside.” The opposite of the amber, the opposite of the tree in the forest. She peddled vodka on street corners to Russian soldiers (“vodka was the life of the city,” or at least that of the occupiers). Better, a neighbor introduced her to the novels of Henryk Sienkiewicz, the Polish Nobel Laureate and to the poems of Adam Mickiewicz (author of “Locomotive,” evoking the memory of trains). For the most part, her life remained miserable, as Maryla’s new lover, a pastry chef who “could tell that I was a Jewess” and “didn’t like it,” kept her confined to the shop, first in Lwow and then in Lublin. There, she was finally baptized, now that the war was over and the pretense of priestly conscientiousness had evaporated. They moved still again, now to Warsaw, a city in ruins over which returning Polish soldiers wept at “the once vibrant city now covered with broken relics of the previous life.” (Fifty years later, I can attest, the city was only somewhat improved, with dreary Soviet-style buildings sitting on top of the ground cleared of war rubble.) 

    Another move, to Zabkowice, where she started writing a diary, careful to make no entries about “my Jewishness, nor about my real family.” There, she also managed to persuade her ‘parents’ to send her to school for the next “three unhappy years.” (‘Father’ “believed that reading was a waste of time,” and yelling, “at the slightest cause,” “You cursed Yid! I’ll kill you like a dog!”) When some relief workers came by, offering to take her to a home for Jewish war orphans, Maryla’s response was, “After everything that I did for you, you will betray me like Christ-killers betrayed Jesus Christ.” In another “wrong move,” she agreed to stay with her tormenters. They let her go a year later, when ‘Father’s’ sister came to work for them and she became expendable.

    “And then I was free.” She ended up in a Jewish orphanage in Szczecin, many kilometers north of miserable Zabkowice. But who was this person, now free? She thought of “what I would do, where I would live, but I didn’t stop to think about my true identity.” “Why didn’t I stop and reflect?” She kept her false name throughout those “good-hearted days free of anger and violence.” But the other children had relatives, if not parents; “even in the orphanage, the kids were not alone.” She “was the only one who had nobody,” the mark of Jewishness, then. Everyone knew that, “so it didn’t really matter that I didn’t admit my identity.” “It mattered that I couldn’t admit it.”

    At summer camp in 1949, the “commandant” was an atheist biology teacher, possibly selected for her position by the regnant Communist regime. Their conversations “persuaded me that science has all the answers,” and “Other books intensified those doubts until I became a nonbeliever,” including those of Anatole France and André Gide. She continued to attend religious classes to avoid the disapproval of the other girls in high school, “but I didn’t go to church anymore.” After high school, she enrolled in acting classes, where she could wear physical masks she made out of papier-mâché. “My mask fit well.” 

    Writing in her diary “kept me sane.” She gradually “went from not wanting to know from trying to forget, from leaving everything at once, from not wanting to remember, from discarding the past like unwanted rummage, to a search taken up too late, without a map, with no guideposts and no directions, to slow and painful discoveries.” For a long time, however, “concealing the murder of my family, I said that my parents died before the war,” “liv[ing] my false life as if I were watching a film.” At the same time, the regnant Communists, following the lead of Soviet premier Nikita Khruschev, admitted (some) of the crimes Stalin committed. “Why did we believe all those lies?” Winter asked herself in her diary. The truth “is always hidden” and “what’s more, we passionately believe and then, when the truth comes out, we feel deceived.” Having directed a production of Peer Gynt, with its much traveled, self-deceiving anti-hero, she wrote, “Peer Gynt threw away principles. He followed his impulses without thinking, without control. Looking back at the end of the play, he concluded that he had wasted his life. And I, who seemingly proceeded with self-control, have arrived at the same sorry balance.”

    After relocating to Warsaw, she met Romek Orlowska, “a Pole, not a Jew,” another war orphan whose “days in the youth house turned to a beat similar to mine and formed him in a mold not unlike mine.” He was the one who saw through her mask, “want[ing] to see my face.” “Finally I told him the truth and fell in love with this man who could make me real.” “Someone had shown me the real me.” This was in 1963. They had two children, named Daniel and David, Jewish names; severed from her own Jewish mother, she saw to it that her own sons would not be. It was still four years after her marriage, during the Six Day War, when she affirmed herself publicly. The Communist regime in Poland had denounced Israel, which had switched its alliance from France to the United States. At the Culture Center where she worked, when asked whose side she was on, she replied, “I am on the side of my people.” The Communist Party informer in the meeting complimented her, assuming that she meant the Poles. No, “I am Jewish.” “Why did I let these people know that I was Jewish at a time when Jews were being persecuted again?” Was it “a substitution for a funeral rite for my murdered brother, Jozio?” Whatever it was, she “had to scream out: ‘Look at me. I, too, should have been killed. I am Miriam Winter!'”

    The Party was not amused. She could keep her job if she wrote a letter to the local newspaper “condemning the Jews”—a Jew condemning Jews, quite the propaganda coup, had she complied. She didn’t. She lost her job and “former acquaintances turned away, pretending not to know me.” After her husband found her birth certificate, and Jozio’s, in the Lodz archives (“the first proof of my identity”) the family left Poland in May 1969, first for Italy (“the Italian Communists marched and shouted; their slogans, carried on large wooden boards, reminded us of why were in Rome”) and then for the United States. “I have never gone back.” “I have found my place.”

    Why did she take so long to face herself? I was guilty, she writes. “Guilty for being spared when others were killed. Guilty for surviving when my family didn’t. I listen to the sound of the word guilt, and I can touch its slimy pulp. It holds like glue,” like the flour-and water paste that went into making her theatrical mask. “I wanted to punish myself for surviving.” 

    Jewish, then, but in what way? At a sabbath service during a Gathering of Child Survivors event in Montreal in 1994, her roommate asked her if she believed in God. “I believe in Jews praying together. I don’t know whether God exists, but even if he doesn’t, he is here.” 

    “I felt that I had returned to my tent.” “I could remember that I was home.” Not ‘a Jew,’ but a Jewish person. That was when she recognized that she needed to write what she remembered.

    In 2014, only a few months before her death, Miriam Winter visited Hillsdale College, not far from her house and garden in Jackson, Michigan. My colleague Robert Eden thought that she might have some good things to say to the students. “When I speak about the Holocaust, I tell only about the things I know,” she said to them—the things she saw, heard, touched, smelled, tasted. As to writing the book, “I think it helped me become a truer person.”

     

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