As I sat down to write this, it was Thanksgiving in America, and Hanukka was on its way, but the big news was the uneasy truce just announced in Israel. While others watched the Thanksgiving Day Parade, my thoughts turned to this latest round of war and to Hanukka, which commemorates yet another failed attempt to destroy us.
The war that gave us Hanukka was described in I and II Maccabees, whence we get the heroic tales of Judah and his brothers, a priestly family called the Hasmoneans. Like all wars, that one too claimed innocent victims in abundance, but eventually, the Hasmonean army prevailed and went on to establish only the second Jewish commonwealth in a thousand years (the first had been the kingdom of David and his descendants).
Not all wars end that well, however, so though I am not one to overstate the victimhood of Jews — the lachrymose theory of Jewish history, as historian Salo Baron named it — something moved me, as I left for the airport, to take along Yeven M’tsulah, Nathan ben Moses Hannover’s chronicle of the 1648 slaughter of Ukrainian Jews by Cossack leader Bogdan Chmielnicki. This was no “Happy Hanukka” tale! We had no Jewish army; the Chmielnicki massacres left their mark for centuries as the Shoa of their time.
“I’ve recorded it,” Nathan explains, “so that people can compute the day of their parents’ death and be able to mourn them appropriately.” That’s the best he can offer: proper mourning.
The war in Gaza should be viewed against the backdrop of these two existential bookends: Chmielnicki and Hanukka. With Chmielnicki, we were helpless; with Hanukka, we were not. Herzl founded Zionism so that we might put Chmielnicki behind us. He even envisioned the Jews of his Jewish state becoming “a new breed of Maccabee.” They would direct just the third Jewish commonwealth of all time.
War is war. All wars randomly maim and erase lives. And all wars are political; there is nothing pure about them. The Hasmoneans were embroiled in internecine civil war as well, one priestly family against another. The Hasmonean chroniclers paint the antiwar party as selfish collaborators and assimilationist idolaters, but they were really just good men and women who saw things differently. The problem is, you never know until after wars are over how they will turn out, so good people are properly divided on whether a war should happen, and, if so, with what force, for what duration, and to what end.
This time, in Gaza, war was necessary, it seems, given Hamas intransigence against a Jewish state and the stockpile of firepower raining down on Jewish settlements. Thank God this looks more like Hanukka than Chmielnicki. Most Americans did not give thanks on this Thanksgiving Day for being spared a holocaust. Perhaps at least some Jews did. We have, I hope, put well behind us the day when enemies could slaughter us at will.
I now read Yeven M’tsulah as a historical memory of the way things used to be. I read I and II Maccabees as the way they are again: Jewish power to prevail against forces larger than our own — but also the terrible fact that we are still threatened by those forces, and the stunning reality of what war does in crippling, maiming, burning, and slaughtering all around.
There is yet another way we have left the world of Nathan of Hannover behind us. Nathan comforted Chmielnicki’s Jewish victims by assuring them that God somehow desired their martyrdom al kiddush hashem, “for the sanctification of God’s name” — an idea that goes back to the Maccabean era, took root after the wars against Rome, and flourished especially in the Middle Ages when Jews were powerless to protect themselves. With Hanukka too, we chose officially to recall God’s role: the miracle of oil when the war was over, and the conviction that God fought on our side, giving us victory over a power much greater than ourselves. Long before Adam Smith usurped the term to explain the economy, the invisible hand of history was held to be God.
Nowadays, we quite properly believe that God has no hand at all in the wars we fight. We are on our own, having to rally political support, explain our position to the world, build Israel’s military capacity, and then agonize over when and how to use it. Small comfort, that. But it’s better than writing another Yeven M’tsulah with nothing to offer beyond the proper dates for remembering our dead.