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Prague, Glorious Prague–Old Town
Until the end of the cold war in 1991, Iron Curtain countries, including Czechoslavakia, were essentially closed to U.S. tourists. It was more than fifteen years later that we traveled to Prague, the largest city in the Czech Republic. A major European economic and cultural center for more than 1000 years, the city resonates with the power that is its history. In recent weeks I have learned a bit about Prague and the trauma it’s resident’s have endured through the last 100 years. I am in awe of what I see and learn.
Totally inconsistent with my expectations, Prague is a vibrant, bustling community. The old town looks like it is straight from a movie set. It is colorful, dramatic and gothic. Outdoor cafes make visitors feel welcome and tourists can, for a price, enjoy a carriage ride through the city center.
A Place Like No Other–Prague’s Jewish Cemetery
The old Jewish Cemetery in Prague is among the oldest surviving Jewish burial grounds in Europe. It sits in what is considered the best preserved complex of Jewish historical monuments in Europe, including the Jewish Town Hall and six synagogues. It is a monument to the Jewish Golden Age in Prague. It was established in about 1439, with the last burial in about 1787.
Unique among cemeteries, the tombstones are so tightly packed that many literally rest one on top of another. The ancient trees wrap themselves around the tombstones as though born from the stone.
For 350 years the Jews of Prague were buried here. It is the resting place of Jews who made Prague their home when Prague was the cultural center of Jewish Europe. Especially during the 16th century, Jewish intellectuals throughout Europe gathered in Jewish Town. Many of these greats rest here, in the same cemetery that served the community in times of repression.
The cemetery is surrounded by a massive stone wall, as though the wall alone is sufficient to protect the remnants of this rich culture that extends nearly 650 years into the past.
Madeleine Albright visited this ancient cemetery on a visit to Prague in 1997. This was not just any trip, but a pilgrimage of sorts. Within the year, she had learned of her Jewish heritage, a heritage hidden from her family who fled Czechoslovakia in fear of the Nazis and again, years later, the communists. When she explored the cemetery, she must have learned of the leaders buried here, who, like herself, exercised great power and influence in their times.
Secretary Albright will have been told of the first burial about April 25, 1439, of Avigdor Karo, the “chief rabbi” of Prague, a poet and a scholar of the Kabbalah. Rabbi Karo lived through the destruction of Prague’s Jewish community in the 1389 Easter massacre in which over 3000 Jews died. She will have been told of Mordecai Marcus Meisel, (died 1601), a Philanthropist and leader in Prague, who lived through the persecutions of Jews in the mid-1500’s, financed the construction of Meisel synagogue in 1590-92. Meisel built a hospital, expanded the cemetery and paved the Jewish ghetto. She will have heard the stories of Rabbi Loew Ben Bezalel, Chief Rabbi of Prague, a significant Talmudic scholar and philosopher, buried there in 1609. Perhaps she will have been told of Rabbi David Ben Abraham Oppenheim, Chief Rabbi of Prague prior to his death in Sept. 12, 1736. Rabbi Oppenheim, a highly successful business man, a prolific author and a student of the cabal is said to have had a library of more than 7,000 books. Many of these books are now housed in Oxford’s library. These are only a few of the 100,00 people buried in these walls.
As powerful as these images must be, with the cemetery symbolizing both life and death, there was more for her to experience. The Pinkas Synagogue sits in the same complex. Now serving as a museum, the synagogue’s walls identify over 77,000 Czech and Slav holocaust victims. Among those names are Secretary Albright’s paternal grandparents. Her grandfather Arnost Korbel, died at Theresienstadt in 1942. Her grandmother, Olga Korbel, died in Auschwitz in 1944.
My husband I visited the Cemetery and Pinkus Synagogue in 2007. The list of the dead is a visual testament to those killed in the holocaust. I cannot imagine the profound sense of loss that Secretary Albright must have felt, on seeing her Korbel names on those walls. But I wonder, what might happen if I awoke on some future day to learn, as she did, that my heritage was not what I had been raised to believe. What if I learned I was Chinese, or African, or Persian, or Jewish. Would I develop a better understanding of the struggles, hopes and challenges of people of other races and other religions? Can I do that anyway?