By Shneur Zalman Berger
Shimon Asch, a refusenik who fought to preserve his Jewish
spark, tells Beis Moshiach about the years in which he made his way towards
Judaism while an entire team of Soviet officials fought him. In the course of
his struggles, he was "privileged" to sit in the same jail the Rebbe Rayatz had
been incarcerated in. Here is the story of his personal Chag Ha’Geula.
Not too many people know that the Chassid Shimon Asch - with
the sweet smile, who comes to shul every day in Kfar Chabad, davens
and listens to shiurim along with everyone else - is a Chassid whose
merits included a stubborn war against the KGB. His stories are reminiscent of
the stories of the Rebbe Rayatz, and probably, as a loyal Chassid, he
internalized those principles of emuna and iron strength which the
Rebbeim bequeathed to every single Chassid.
The week of Chag HaGeula - 12-13 Tammuz, is an appropriate
time to relate the remarkable story of the courageous Chassid who fought against
forces mightier than he - and won!
THE SPARK WAS IGNITED
Shimon Asch was born in Leningrad. His father, Zinovi (Zalman
Yosef) was an ardent communist who devoted many years to the Red Army and
achieved the rank of colonel. The family constantly moved from place to place
within the vastness of Russia, as the army ordered them to do. When his father
was sent to the Far East, his parents left Simion (as he was known at the time)
with his grandparents.
Shimon doesn’t remember much about those days. His
grandparents, who knew what Judaism had been like in the good old days, spoke
Yiddish amongst themselves but refused to have their grandson learn the
language. Every so often, his grandfather would open an old book and look at it.
Aside from that, Simion knew nothing about his Judaism.
He actually discovered his identity in school when his
classmates called him Zhid and other derogatory names. He understood that he was
a Jew and therefore different than the rest, but when he asked his parents about
it they didn’t respond.
Shimon married Nina, a Jewish girl ("I felt I had to marry
someone of my nationality, despite the fact that I didn’t know exactly why") and
began working as an engineer in a factory that manufactured welding machines.
His wife worked as an architect.
One day a colleague offered them the Book of Exodus and told
them they would find it interesting. "It was dangerous to have the book in the
house," recalls Nina-Nechama Asch, as she relates the story in her home in Kfar
Chabad. "But the book was so fascinating we couldn’t leave it. We sat up all
night finishing it. The next day we got up with the strong feeling that we had
to drop everything and run to Eretz Yisroel."
From that point on, the spark of Eretz Yisroel and Judaism
began to shine in their hearts, and the flame never went out. A short time
afterwards, they received post cards from relatives in Eretz Yisroel. The
scenery enthralled them, but it wasn’t just scenery - it was Eretz Yisroel! They
began to feel a strong soul connection to the land of their fathers, and knew
that that was the place where they wanted to be. They began joining underground
groups organized by young Jews.
THE BATTLE BEGINS
In 5739 (1979), the Russian government allowed many Jews to
leave the country. The Asch family submitted a request to leave, but it was too
late. The Iron Curtain, which had opened briefly, was pulled tightly closed
again, and whoever asked permission to leave was refused. They were dismissed
from work and were thenceforth known as refuseniks.
The refuseniks would join together in groups to study Judaism
together and try to break through the iron wall. To join one of these groups was
considered a sort of declaration of war against the authorities. Shimon relates:
"Since I was unemployed, I helped Jews emigrate to Eretz Yisroel through various
means. This involved a great deal of effort and tremendous danger. I earned my
living this way for a while, but after the Iron Curtain was completely closed,
the number of emigrants dwindled, so I hardly had any work. I began to get
involved in organizing groups and lectures on Jewish topics, which took place in
various homes."
It wasn’t easy initiating and organizing underground classes.
These classes were under constant surveillance. One of the ways they had of
protecting themselves against this was to announce the place and time of the
next meeting at the last minute, and even then it was said in code. Somehow
though, the KGB always found out about it and showed up to try to prevent the
event from happening.
What means did the KGB have at their disposal?
"They would stand in ambush in nearby streets and begin
conducting inspections of papers in order to frighten those who might come.
Sometimes they barred entry into the building, and on occasion they would even
enter the place where the group met to arrest the participants. These KGB
operations generally ended with the KGB officials writing down information about
those who had been present and then releasing them shortly thereafter, though
not before warning them never to dare join any of these groups again. All these
methods were designed to frighten us."
Despite all the danger, Shimon and his friends were not
intimidated, and they continued having classes. It was an ongoing war between
the Jewish youth and the KGB to see who would break first, and the KGB played
dirty.
For example?
"There was supposed to be a class at the home of one of the
guys who lived in a little village twenty kilometers from Leningrad. About fifty
of us arrived at the train station, in small groups, of course, so as not to
stand out. To our great surprise, we discovered that just a short time before we
arrived all trains had ceased running in the direction we were going.
"It didn’t take long for us to find out that this was the
doing of the KGB to prevent us from attending the class! We didn’t expect a ploy
of this kind, for after all, it effected thousands of innocent travelers, who
couldn’t get home just because a handful of Jews wanted to study their
religion!"
From where did you derive the strength to fight the KGB?
"We refuseniks had nothing to fear, since we were already on
the KGB blacklist. Those who were not yet refusniks had what to fear, for they
risked being thrown out of university, fired from their jobs, or worse..."
Weren’t you afraid of informers?
"We knew there were informers among us, so we took as many
precautions as possible. (Laughing) They tried enlisting me as an informer too,
but didn’t succeed.
"One day they called me from KGB headquarters and asked to
meet with me. It was a secret meeting, and took place in an unmarked car that
was parked on a side street. The person I met with tried to entice me with a
high salary and other perks that were quite attractive. Aware of the fact that
he knew everything about me, I tried to get him to tell me why my exit request
had been refused, but he volunteered no information about that.
"He called me a few days later, certain that I would accept
the offer, but my response was unequivocal: "nothing doing." He was angry at me,
as though I had misled him. They never came back to me again."
IMPRISONMENT
IN SPALERKA
The atmosphere among the refuseniks was very special. They
were very close-knit and knew that only unity would sustain them in their war
against the authorities, a war which any ordinary citizen would be afraid to
wage. Shimon personally exhibited unusual bravery, as can be seen from the story
he tells:
"It was 5741, and together with my wife, I arrived at a
building where a lecture on Judaism was supposed to take place. I noticed a
number of people around the building who looked like secret police, yet I
continued on my way. I tried to enter the building but discovered that it was
locked. Since I didn’t know the number of the apartment, I asked a KGB officer
who was standing guard at the door which apartment the lecture would take place
in.
"He looked at me in shock, while I continued talking. ‘You
know why I came here, so tell me which apartment I need to get to!’
"Just then a neighbor appeared with a key. I took the
opportunity to walk in with her, and went up in the elevator. Upon leaving the
elevator, I saw policemen standing in the stairwell, waiting for us. When they
saw that I wanted to enter the apartment they blocked my way.
"I wasn’t afraid. I just rang the bell. The host who thought
it was the police again, began to yell at them to leave. When he noticed through
the peephole that it was me who was standing there, he quickly opened the door.
One of the policemen tried to block my entrance again, but I pushed him aside
and we went in.
"A week later we participated in a class on the laws of
Shabbos in the apartment of Rabbi Tzvi Wasserman (who organized many Torah
classes, including Tanya). His apartment was full of young people who thirsted
to hear the word of G-d. About eighty people crowded into the apartment and the
door remained ajar because of the crowding.
"Suddenly, a bunch of policemen burst into the apartment,
some of them in uniform and others in plainclothes. In a rough manner, they led
all of us out and instructed us to follow them to the police station.
"On the way to the station, I felt that my blood pressure was
high. I felt that this time things wouldn’t end out right this time. I told the
policemen I couldn’t go on because I didn’t feel well, but they ignored me. I
just lay down on the sidewalk, making it clear to them that I was ill.
"Having no other choice, the policemen picked me up and
carried me. We got to the station where they wrote down the information about
all the participants at the class, and after warning us to cease our
anti-government activities, they released everybody except for me.
"My wife began to cry that I was sick and they had to call a
doctor to see me. They had no choice but to call a doctor who examined me and
said I had to be hospitalized. That’s how I was saved.
"I realized that after these two incidents, they would look
for an opportune time to take revenge. Actually, they didn’t even wait for an
excuse. A few days later, as I was innocently walking down the street, I sensed
someone coming after me. The man presented himself as a policeman and asked for
my papers. Then he took me to a nearby police station, and from there we went
directly to the courthouse. There was no arrest, no investigation, and no
written accusation. Just a court case.
"At the beginning of the court case the accusation was read
aloud: ‘Participation in a Jewish group, disturbing the neighbors, and crowding
eighty people into one room.’ I asked the judge, ‘Was I the eightieth person to
enter the room? Why are you throwing these ridiculous accusations at me?’
"I knew that this was a kangaroo court, which was held for
the purpose of taking revenge on me for embarrassing the KGB and the police. The
case was over after only a few minutes, and my sentence was fifteen days in
Spalerka.
"Shortly thereafter I was brought to the second floor of the
infamous jail known as Spalerka, which I later learned was where the Rebbe
Rayatz had been incarcerated. The conditions there were difficult. In a cell
designed for one prisoner, there were six prisoners, incarcerated for
drunkenness and violence. When the prisoners heard why I was there, they began
to show me respect, since to them, I was a Jewish hero who was fighting the
hated government.
"Most of the day I was not in my cell. In order to use us as
a labor force, we were taken each day to work in a closed factory. Despite the
denigrating attitude of the other workers there, the factory was a gateway to my
rescue - firstly, because it got me out into the fresh air, and secondly,
because one day I managed to call home and ask my family to smuggle some money
to me so that I could buy normal food.
"On the fifteenth day of my sentence, the day I was supposed
to be released, I was caught in the "terrible" act of buying food. The policeman
who caught me began yelling at me. When I answered him in kind, he got insulted,
and I was sentenced to solitary confinement.
"My cell was a small, cement room where all you could do was
sit on the floor, which was full of foul water. I had nothing to do but pray
that I get out of there quickly. I knew I was supposed to be released that day,
but there was no telling whether or not they would defer my release. It was an
extremely difficult period-to think that I had almost gotten to the end of the
sentence, only to be faced with this sudden uncertainty. As it turned out
though, miracles were abundant in that prison, starting from the time of the
Rebbe Rayatz. Shortly afterwards I got word that I would be released."
Didn’t the imprisonment and persecution give you second
thoughts about the way of life you had chosen?
"On the contrary. As a result of my Jewish pride, I continued
attending classes and was very actively involved."
How did you express your Jewish pride?
"In two ways: after my release I began growing a beard as
testimony to the fact that I am Jewish. And another thing - I began wearing a
kippa in an obvious way.
"At that time I was still in the process of getting involved
in Judaism and mitzva observance. So I had a kippa but I didn’t
always wear it. I kept it in my pocket for the times when I would learn or enter
a shul. I remember how one day I went to a class and even before I got
there I noticed people encircling the house. I decided not to let them prevent
me from learning Torah, and to their surprise, I took my kippa out of my
pocket and wore it proudly."
A LIFE OF TORAH
AND MITZVOS
The law in the Soviet Union was that every citizen had to
work and contribute to the public welfare. Until the time of his imprisonment
though, Shimon did not work, because he had been fired from his job. After his
release from prison, he found a job at the municipal bathhouse. Many of the
refuseniks were listed as though they worked at the bathhouse, but in fact, only
some of them actually worked there.
"It wasn’t easy observing Shabbos there, but baruch Hashem,
I managed," says Shimon. "Even when working at a kiosk in Leningrad, I did
whatever I could to keep Shabbos. I made an agreement with the owner that I
would work on Sunday, the official day of rest, instead of Shabbos. Thanks to
Hashem’s kindness, he agreed."
Slowly, Shimon got more involved in Yiddishkeit. While
still a student, he began going to shul, along with other students. "We
went for more than just the davening; we went for the atmosphere of
togetherness." Shimon’s next step was saying brachos and the Birkas
HaMazon.
Observing kosher didn’t either happen overnight. At first
they were careful about separating meat and milk. At a later point they learned
the meat had to be salted. They didn’t know however, that the slaughtering had
to be done according to Torah law. When they learned that the meat had to be
shechted under stringent conditions, they refrained from eating meat for a
number of years. At a certain point the Asch family began observing chalav
Yisroel. In order to do this, Shimon would travel to a nearby village where
he would milk a cow.
Slowly, the Asch family came to observe a full Jewish life.
As we said, the kippa was removed from Shimon’s pocket and worn proudly
on his head. He was even particular about lighting the Chanuka menora at
the window, "so that Jews would see it and know there was nothing to fear from
the Soviet darkness."
What did your family think about your becoming religious?
"At first they found it very hard. As I said, my parents and
in-laws were loyal communists and they didn’t want to hear that we were
religious. When we wanted to emigrate to Eretz Yisroel and suggested they join
us, they insisted on remaining in the Soviet Union. In the end though, they too
began observing mitzvos. At first they only observed kashrus, in
order that we should be able to eat with them, but today my father, the
high officer of the Red Army, is a full-fledged Chassid."
The Asch family’s home began to be a magnet for many Jews,
where Jewish events took place despite the danger and fear.
"The event that is most engraved in my mind, of all the
events that took place in my house, is the Purim Spiel. In order to thwart any
untoward KGB activity, the location of the event was announced at the very last
minute. Even before the appointed time, dozens of Jewish young people had
already come to the house. They had barely sat down when dozens of policemen and
KGB officers surrounded the house and barred entry."
Shimon wasn’t home at the time. He was just coming back from
work when he saw the policemen from a distance. As he usually did, he brazenly
walked right up to the policeman at the door and asked to be allowed in. The
policeman, who didn’t recognize him, did not allow him in and Shimon had to work
hard to convince him to let him to enter. Only after proving that he was the
occupant of that apartment did the policeman let him in, not without wondering
though, why he was willingly entering the lion’s den. The Purim Spiel was
performed amidst great joy, while the secret police looked on.
The road from Torah observance to Chabad was a short one. The
connection began through Rabbi Yitzchok Kogan who helped Shimon and his family
get more involved in Yiddishkeit. Shimon got his Chassidic perspective
from Tanya classes given in Tzvi Wasserman’s house, "but I got a Chassidishe
hergesh from R’ Yitzchok Kogan," says Shimon with a twinkle in his eyes.
"We would farbreng often at his house, and he would sit and tell us about
Chabad and the Rebbe. The things he said impressed me and captivated me.
"An important event which gave me a strong push towards
Chassidus was an open miracle of the Rebbe. At that time, a baby with a serious
heart problem was born to one of the families. Somehow they managed to get a
letter out to the Rebbe requesting a bracha, and the answer they received
was that they should perform a bris mila. After tremendous efforts on the
parents’ part, they managed to get the baby out of the hospital and have him
circumcised. A few days later the doctors were amazed to discover that the heart
problem had disappeared. News of the miracle quickly made its rounds among those
of us who had gotten more involved in Yiddishkeit, and it intensified our
interest in the Rebbe and Chabad."
DESPITE THE ODDS
Despite all the Jewish activities Shimon was involved in, he
made prodigious efforts to leave the Soviet Union. Many of his friends had
submitted requests to leave and were allowed to go. Even his parents got
permission to leave, but Shimon was turned down. Every week he accompanied
somebody else to the airport while he himself remained sadly behind. When he ran
out of patience he decided to take a drastic and very dangerous step.
[Throughout this interview Shimon spoke quickly and without
undue emotion, but when he began the story about his leaving the vale of tears,
he began to get emotional.] "By doing this I went for broke - it was life or
death!
"It was winter 5747, eight years after my first request to
leave had been turned down. I felt I had to do something that would break the
stalemate. I saw there was no progress even though I had sent telegrams to
government offices and to relevant senior officials.
"One day I heard about a demonstration of refuseniks taking
place at the end of town. I went to see what it looked like and I saw that the
organizers of the demonstration had only gotten permission for the event to be
at the end of town so that people wouldn’t know about it. I saw a strange sight
- a snow covered field with a handful of demonstrators on one side and dozens of
tense policemen and KGB men on the other side. That’s when I resolved to do
something extreme to shake up the government.
"That Friday I sent a telegram to the mayor of Leningrad,
informing him that starting on Monday my family and I would be demonstrating in
front of the Ovir (emigration) office, from 11 till 12. This demonstration, I
wrote, would take place every day until we received permission to leave.
"I didn’t ask for permission to demonstrate; I simply
informed them that I would be doing so. I purposely sent the telegram on Friday,
because the government offices are closed on Saturday and Sunday, and they
wouldn’t have time to prevent the demonstration from happening.
"Shortly after the telegram was sent, I heard nervous
knocking at my door. It was the building’s concierge (who was also a government
representative) with an order: ‘The mayor is asking to meet with you today
regarding the telegram you sent him." I knew that salvation would not come from
the mayor, because he was not the one responsible for approving exit visas.
Therefore, I went to his office a few minutes after the workday ended. I
apologized for my lateness to the junior official on duty, and asked him to
convey to the mayor the fact that I had been there.
"On Sunday government representatives began coming to my
house, one after the other. First came a police officer who told me to go to the
police station. I looked at him innocently and asked him what for? Without
answering me, he picked himself up and left the house. An hour later a
representative from the government office came and asked that I go to the local
Ovir office so that they could discuss my request.
"Despite my fear, I tried to appear nonchalant. I answered
politely, that the local Ovir office had no jurisdiction over exit visas and so
I had no need to go there. Throughout the day various delegations arrived, all
with the same message: Please don’t demonstrate tomorrow. They’ll take care of
your request but don’t demonstrate.
"Towards midnight the concierge appeared again, this time to
invite me to a meeting at the Ovir headquarters. I agreed to go, but he insisted
that I do so before the time that I had set for my demonstration. I said I would
show up at ten, an hour before the demonstration.
"Monday morning at ten o’clock, my wife and I and our
eight-year-old daughter and four-year-old son went to the Ovir offices. It’s
hard to describe the feeling of having dozens of pairs of eyes staring at you.
Before arriving at the offices, I whispered to my wife that she should go with
the children to the nearby business district, while I would proceed to Ovir
myself, so that if I didn’t appear by eleven o’clock, she would be able to open
the signs we had prepared at home and begin demonstrating outside the offices.
On the sign that my eight-year-old would be holding, it said, "I’ve been waiting
eight years to go to Israel;" on the sign my four-year-old would be holding it
said, "I was supposed to be born in Israel."
"I went into the Ovir building and was directed towards the
office of the woman in charge of visas. She was known for her cruel attitude
towards those requesting visas. I was overcome with emotion knowing that she
would declare my fate. I sat facing her, and seeing her wicked face I knew there
was no point in debating with her. I simply said, ‘I want to leave the Soviet
Union and emigrate to Israel.’
"She was silent for a moment or two and then screeched, ‘But
why are you rushing to demonstrate?’ I answered that we had been waiting for
eight years and had run out of patience. She continued to try to talk me out of
demonstrating, but when she saw I had made up my mind, she kept quiet. A tense
silence prevailed, and I prayed to Hashem in my heart that I should get out in
peace. I knew that at any moment they could take me through some back door out
to the unknown, and put an end to my gamble.
"Every passing moment seemed like an eternity. The clock said
two minutes to eleven, two minutes before my wife would begin demonstrating.
Then the woman said, ‘As far as your request is concerned, there was a meeting
yesterday in which a favorable decision was made.’
"I realized that she had actually made the decision on the
spot - generally, it takes months and years until an appeal to emigrate is
approved - and, in an attempt to save face, attributed it to ‘a meeting
yesterday.’ I left immediately and happily informed my wife that the
demonstration was cancelled because there was no longer any need for it.
"When we returned home my young son asked disappointedly, ‘Nu
Abba, when can I open my sign already?’
"A month later we arrived in Eretz Yisroel and settled in
Yerushalayim."
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Ever since the Asch family arrived in Eretz Yisroel, they
have dedicated their time to the spiritual needs of new Russian immigrants. At
first it was under the auspices of Shamir, then they worked on the staff for the
Chernobyl children, and today they are active in Yad L’Achim.
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As we approach the y’mei ha’Geula of 12-13 Tammuz,
Shimon Asch and his wife sit in their home in Kfar Chabad and tell their life
story. Recalling how the Rebbe Rayatz sat in Spalerka and waged a battle against
the communists, knowing that when a Jew stands proud he is victorious, the Asch
family also celebrates its personal chag ha’geula.
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