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7th and 8th grade students and faculty had the privilege of hearing Rabbi Isser Fisher share his story of survival during the Holocaust. Rabbi Fisher was only four years old when the war broke out in Vilna. For two years, he hid in a pit and witnessed the destruction of the Radun Kehila. His account can only be described as a story of miracle after miracle.
Rabbi Fisher began by honoring the kiddush Hashem of the six million Jews whose lives were brutally taken by the Nazis. He then shared his own story. He was a young child, deeply loved by his parents and sister. His father, a respected rabbi, was among those whose names were given to the Nazis. On the 17th of Tammuz, his father was taken from their home, never to return.
The Germans began rounding up Jews, forcing them into sealed trucks and turning exhaust pipes inward to gas those inside, methods that preceded the gas chambers. Rabbi Fisher vividly recalled sifrei Torah being removed from the shul and burned. On Shabbat Parshat Ki Tavo, the Nazis came to his home, the only Jewish home among thirteen in the neighborhood. His family was told they could take only what they could carry or wear.
Nearly 100,000 Jews were forced into the ghetto. Those with work certificates, such as shoemakers, ironworkers, and others were allowed to bring a spouse and two children. Everyone else received “certificates,” meaning they could be taken to their deaths at any moment. Order was enforced by Jewish policemen under Lithuanian control, who in turn answered to the Nazis.
And then, the miracles.
Rabbi Fisher described the malina, a hidden bunker built within the ghetto. When danger approached, a buzzer would sound, and families would quickly hide through a concealed opening, hidden behind furniture. It was during one such moment that Rabbi Fisher lost most pictures of his father. To this day, he has only one remaining photograph, his parents’ wedding picture.
Another miracle followed. A rumor spread that a German officer would accept bribes to smuggle Jews out of the ghetto. Though it was a terrifying risk, Rabbi Fisher’s mother gave away her husband’s gold watch. Once again, they were saved.
On a day marked for death, a woman approached his mother and urged her to take a jar of honey, promising it would bring salvation. Somehow, it did.
Rabbi Fisher, his mother, and sister then embarked on a harrowing journey, from Vilna to Lodz, through the Italian Alps, across rivers, and through Austria, even reaching Africa. Throughout their ordeal, their emunah sustained them.
Of the tens of thousands of Jews who once lived in Vilna, only 200 survived. Yavneh Academy was privileged to hear from one of them.
As we listened, we were reminded that these are not just stories of the past, but living legacies entrusted to us. Rabbi Fisher challenged us to carry forward the memory, the resilience, and the unwavering faith of those who endured. In a world where it is easy to take our freedoms for granted, we are called to live with greater gratitude, deeper commitment to our values, and a responsibility to ensure that these stories are never forgotten. Each of us now holds a small piece of that history, and it is up to us to honor it.
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