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by Habitus · 03/03/10

Our friends at the Hungarian Cultural Center in New York produced a very ambitious and impressive year-long festival in 2009, Extremely Hungary, that brought an unprecedented array of Hungarian culture to New York and Washington, DC.

The year is over, but the excellent offerings have not stopped. On March 18th, the HCC will screen a film that promises an interesting perspective on Hungarian Jewish life: The Fidesz Jew, the Mother with No Sense of Nation and Mediation

Can differing political views break up a marriage? Eszter Hajdú’s 2008 film is a pioneering effort to disclose the underlying mechanisms of the political conflict that has divided Hungary since the hopeful political changes of 1989. It is the story of a broken friendship and a family that has fallen apart under the strain of differing political convictions. In one narrative, two Jewish friends are torn apart when one of them became a right-wing party (Fidesz) representative…The other story focuses on Zsuzsa, who separated from her husband in 2002 after they had stopped talking to each other, and politics pits even child against mother. “There isn’t a drop of patriotism in you,” Zsuzsa is told by her daughter, “you’re unfit to be a mother!”

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by George Szirtes · 11/01/06

My Jewish Budapest did not exist. If it did exist it failed to inform me, if, indeed, it informed anyone. It might have existed in whispers, in tones of voice, in the sharing of certain unspoken, or little spoken, or not-spoken before the children, anxieties, but then I was a child and I had never heard of it. Furthermore I was not a Jewish child and neither was my brother, because, as you could have checked for yourself by a cursory physical examination, we were not circumcised. That we did not speak Hebrew, had never knowingly entered a synagogue, and had participated in no Jewish festivals or ceremonies, was further proof of the same fact.

True enough, our father was Jewish, he never denied that. He looked Jewish, that is if looks themselves can be Jewish. He had deep soft dark eyes and a considerable nose; indeed he still has the nose, and will, I expect, hold on to it now for the rest of his life; or maybe one should say, it has held and will hold on to him, it being a relatively small organ among many larger organs on the greater body to which it clings. My father was Jewish by accident, it seemed to me: the accident of his nose. Whether that was a minor or a serious accident, I couldn’t tell. But then the entire, as-yet-untried, ground of our being (to borrow a phrase from Paul Tillich) was necessarily unclear.

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by Claude Cahn · 11/01/06

Roma are often subjected to a special kind of justice-the justice of the mob. On an early autumn night in 1995, one such mob descended on the Romani quarter in the remote village of Velyka Dobron in Transcarpathian Ukraine.

On the night of 10 September 1995, fires destroyed three houses in the Romani settlement in Velyka Dobron, a Hungarian village in the Transcarpathian region of Ukraine. As the houses were set ablaze, the 400 to 500 Romani men, women, and children who live in the settlement ran to the surrounding woods. The next evening, the crowds returned and destroyed another nine houses, looting and plundering as they went. According to eyewitnesses, local police as well as police from the regional capital were present on both nights, but they failed to stop the mayhem.

The Roma of Velyka Dobron stayed in the woods for two or three months, afraid to come out, living off berries and roots and the occasional meal brought to them by sympathetic villagers, who themselves risked ostracism for their charity. During that time, three young Romani men turned themselves in for the crime that had set the Hungarian villagers against their community: the killing of a Hungarian man, Alexander Dokus, in a brawl. From the news of his death to the news of the perpetrators’ conviction, the local papers reported the event as another Gypsy crime story. The retribution against the Romani community that occurred in between, if mentioned at all, was muted and downplayed. Our organization, the European Roma Rights Center, heard the story the following May from Aladar Adam, chairman of the organization Romani Yag in Uzhorod, the Transcarpathian regional capital. We decided to make a visit to Velyka Dobron and piece the story together.

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by Joshua Ellison · 11/01/06

Diaspora means feeling proximity across distance, but it’s usually a solitary path.

Because everyone experiences it differently, the biggest challenge of thinking and talking about Diaspora is to define it–to give solidity to an emptiness that can reach into every part of the planet and take on a million peculiar variations.

Exile and loss are core symptoms. Those sensations are real, often acute. For many, the experience begins with treacherous passage from old worlds to new ones. It can mean endless seeking and precarious survival. Sometimes, the tumult is life-long and relentless. Or a primal wound that reopens itself incessantly in the mind. These are the shapeless contours of absence and longing.

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