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Can a Holocaust documentary have a happy ending? Should it?

(JTA) — Holocaust documentaries tend to sit along a scale from horrific to heartwarming. For every “Night Will Fall,” the rediscovered British film showing gruesome scenes from newly liberated Nazi concentration camps, there is a family-friendly film about a survivor, likeThe Number on Great-Grandpa’s Arm.”

Some critics distrust Holocaust documentaries that have “happy” endings, or that focus on the second chance given to survivors, as if they betray the fate of the many more millions of Jews who died rather than survived. Raye Farr, the former director of the Steven Spielberg Film and Video Archive of the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, once criticized Holocaust documentaries’ “increasing inclination to go for sentimentality.” 

“How Saba Kept Singing,”a documentary airing on PBS on Tuesday in honor of Yom Hashoah, Holocaust Remembrance Day, is firmly on the side of uplift. It’s about Cantor David Wisnia, whose unlikely survival tale was told in a memorable New York Times article in 2019. The film’s redemptive message is clear from its first line — “I’m a lover of life,” says Wisnia — to one of its last: “You are really the proof that Hitler did not win,” he tells his grandson.

Wisnia was a Polish Jew who survived Auschwitz by literally singing for his captors. Defying the perverse and inexplicable odds of the Final Solution, the former cantorial prodigy managed to live close to three years at the death camp and slave labor complex.

Perhaps as remarkable was his relationship with a fellow inmate, Helen “Tzippi” Spitzer, a similarly “privileged” prisoner who managed to stay in the Nazis’ good graces thanks to her skills as a graphic artist. Her assignments took her to places beyond the women’s barracks, where she met Wisnia, eight years her junior. Soon the two were arranging trysts in a loft where prisoners’ uniforms were stored. Fellow prisoners kept a helpful watch for guards. 

Their death camp romance ended on the eve of liberation, when the Germans began emptying the camps and forced the prisoners on a series of death marches. Although David and Tzippi made plans to meet in Warsaw, life had other ideas. Wisnia eventually made it to America after the war, where he became a cantor at synagogues in Levittown, Pennsylvania, and Trenton, New Jersey. As for Tzippi, Wisnia wasn’t sure if she survived the war — and when he discovered the truth it set in motion the next remarkable chapter in their story. 

The documentary recalls the horrors of the Holocaust — David speaks movingly about the murders of his parents and brothers in the Warsaw Ghetto, and having to stack bodies on a work detail at Auschwitz — but maintains a cautious distance. Writer and director Sara Taksler keeps the archive footage to a minimum, and when Wisnia relates his story of survival — with the help of Avi Wisnia, a singer-songwriter who accompanies his grandfather on a trip to Poland — it is usually over scenes of the camp as it looks today or black and white animation. 

Still, “How Saba Kept Singing” is hardly saccharine. Grandfather and grandson are clear-eyed chroniclers of stories David told often (in 2015, he published a memoir, “One Voice, Two Lives: From Auschwitz Prisoner to 101st Airborne Trooper”). And David never takes his good luck for granted — the film is organized around his suspicion that there is a missing piece to his story of survival and that, as Avi says, “He could not have done it alone.” 

About his time with Tzippi, David is both honest and discreet. “It was physical,” he admits. “She taught me everything. I knew nothing. I was a kid.” 

Avi recounts the family’s shock when they first learned of their patriarch’s relationship with another prisoner at Auschwitz. “Even in the hell of a concentration camp you can still find some kind of a human connection,” says Avi. 

Wisnia arrived in the United States in 1946 and lived with an aunt in the Bronx. He met his wife – the appropriately named Hope — and got work as an encyclopedia salesman and, for over 50 years, as a cantor. The couple would go on to have two sons, two daughters and six grandchildren.

As for Tzippi — it’s not giving away too much to say that she also survived the war and got married, to a bioengineering professor who eventually taught at New York University. Per the Times, the couple “devoted years of their lives to humanitarian causes.” She and David would meet again, in a reunion described in that 2019 New York Times story and heard in the documentary on audiotape. Suffice to say that David got an answer to the mystery that long nagged him: “How come I stayed in Auschwitz two and half years and never moved? How the hell can you explain it?”

The film is also saved from sentimentality by the knowledge that David is among the last living witnesses to the Holocaust, which he and Avi sadly acknowledge when discussing whether David would return to Auschwitz for the 75th anniversary of its liberation in 2020. Cantor Wisnia died June 15, 2021, at the age of 94; Tzippi died in 2018 at age 100. 

Rabbi Isaac Nissenbaum, another victim of the Warsaw Ghetto, purportedly gave permission for the Nazis’ prey — and perhaps future filmmakers — to see their survival as a sanctification of life, not an occasion for guilt. “Today when the enemy demands the body, it is the Jew’s obligation to defend himself, to preserve his life,” he is reported to have said. 

Avi Wisnia picks up this theme during a performance with his saba, Hebrew for grandfather.

“I honor the past, and we sing for the future,” he tells the audience. “The greatest act of defiance is to live.”


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Marking Israel’s most joyous day with anguish over the country’s future

As Israelis mark their 78th Independence Day, with Yom Ha’atzmaut beginning Tuesday evening, they face an imminent choice that cuts deeper than any single policy debate. The election that must be held by October will not be only about Iran, Hezbollah or the Palestinians — even though these issues are certainly huge. Instead, the heart of the matter is whether Israel is to remain a modern, civic state grounded in equal obligation — or whether it will slide toward a theocratic and hierarchical order in which religious authority shapes public life and the burdens of citizenship are no longer equitably shared.

Israel is by any measure a remarkable success. A small country under constant threat, it has built a dynamic economy, a powerful military, and a vibrant — if increasingly strained — democracy. Despite the past years’ wars, the per capita GDP, driven by a strong shekel, has roared past $60,000 a year, far higher than that of Germany, France or the United Kingdom.

But success can obscure underlying fractures. The wars that followed the catastrophe of Hamas’ Oct. 7, 2023 attack have upended and destroyed lives, and the burdens are not shared equally. At the same time, Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s assault on the judiciary and democratic institutions have created a devastating chasm between his remaining supporters and highly energized opponents.

But the thing that most animates opponents of the government — and every poll shows them in the majority — may be the special privileges accorded to Netanyahu’s Haredi partners, chief among them the continued draft exemption for tens of thousands of Haredi youth.

Anger over this imbalance has skyrocketed amid these years of war, which have left the Israel Defense Forces stretched perilously thin, with some Israelis serving reserve duty for more than half the year.

Three recent incidents have thrown the existential angst of this discrepancy into harsh relief.

Last week, four IDF servicewomen lit a barbecue on base on a Friday night after sundown. Within days, they were sentenced to two weeks in military prison, a sentence eventually reduced after public outcry.

Their infraction was framed not simply as a breach of discipline, but as “harming religion and Judaism.” It was Shabbat, and the act had offended the increasingly demanding religious guardians scattered throughout the military.

Around the same time, several young women finishing two years of IDF service were fined and brought before disciplinary proceedings for “immodest dress” on the very day of their discharge. Their transgression: wearing jeans and sleeveless tops as they celebrated their release, a tradition with considerable mileage for both genders. The military later acknowledged that the handling of the case deviated from its own regulations — but still docked a third of the women’s salaries.

And during the Jerusalem Marathon, held in heavy heat, male soldiers were permitted to run in shorts, while female soldiers were required to run in long pants, in line with modesty concessions that appear to have been meant to assuage city officials, many of whom are religious. The military at first issued untruthful denials, then promised an investigation. Avigdor Liberman, a leading opposition figure, condemned the order, saying that “anyone who thinks that a female soldier wearing shorts is a problem — is himself the problem.”

Sure, these are small stories. None, on their own, would define a country. But together, they tell a larger story that has become, in a national sense, the talk of the town.

It’s no coincidence that all feature women soldiers. These incidents are, in particular, an affront to a defining old story of modern Israel in which young sabra women were a point of pride. The fact that women served equally in the military, sometimes even in combat roles, set Israel clearly apart from its far less progressive Middle Eastern environs.

Now, increasingly, politicians from the religious right are starting to question whether women should serve at all — not out of any leniency, but out of a hyper-conservative notion of segregation of the genders under a religious patriarchy. It’s not exactly that Israel as a whole is moving in this direction — it is rather that the religious sector has grown brazen during the long years of Netanyahu’s coddling, especially since 2009.

All Israelis understand this. Many are scandalized. Most, I believe, are worried and unhappy. A growing minority, to be sure, is pleased. Most alarmingly, the fault lines on the issues of women’s service also align with people’s positions on the “bigger” issues. When women are increasingly subjected to one kind of double standard, and the Haredim benefit from another, questions of what kind of country Israelis are fighting for become harder to answer.

A sense that the Netanyahu government is committed to elevating the priorities of Haredim and ultranationalist but non-Haredi religious politicians has fueled anguish over this question. Many mainstream Israelis are starting to feel that the increasing effects of right-wing religious policies are making their lives impossible.

This issue — visceral though it is — is only the tip of the iceberg. A profound demographic crisis surrounding the Haredi population threatens Israel’s future. The Haredi birthrate currently comes to almost seven children per family, and the community — currently at a sixth of the population — is a serious economic drain, living on significant subsidies. As it continues to grow, the economic demands on non-Haredi Israelis of sustaining a community that does not contribute to communal defense and is seen as making exorbitant demands while contributing little will threaten the country’s continuation.

If the next government is a centrist-liberal one, it will have its hands full turning back the clock to a time when Israelis felt they could work toward a shared vision of their country’s future. Chief among the problems it will face is resolving this tension — a task that Netanyahu’s coddling of the Haredim has only made more difficult. On previous Independence Days, the atmosphere has been one of joy and hope. Not so now. Restoring optimism and unity to the country is not an impossible task, but it is one that will take laser focus and ferocious determination.

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Lena Dunham’s new memoir is the most millennial thing ever

Famesick
By Lena Dunham
Random House, 416 pages, $34

I’m still trying to figure out what to make of Lena Dunham’s new memoir, Famesick. It name-drops shamelessly; there are pointedly casual references to famous friends and acquaintances, and dishy gossip about others. It shares gory details about Dunham’s many, many hospital visits for endometriosis, broken bones, a hysterectomy and complications from Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. It is at times incredibly witty and sharply observed, at others self-pityingly indulgent.

But what I can say for sure is that it is the most aggressively millennial thing I’ve ever read.

Dunham is — to quote one of the most iconic lines from the first season of Girls, the show that launched her, at age 24, into the public eye — if not the voice of her generation, at least “a voice of a generation.” By now, we know which one.

This inspires conflicting feelings. I, myself, am a millennial woman, so reading Famesick feels nostalgic. I recognize myself in Dunham’s turns of phrase — the “disjointed prose poetry and abstract ideas of autonomy” that she posted online in her 20s — which is no accident given that I’m certain Girls, which came out when I was a sophomore in college, molded many of my thoughts of myself and my generation and what it meant to be a woman in the early 2010s.

But the subsequent, unending, vicious discourse — critics slamming Dunham, and the show, for being too self-centered, too privileged, too white, too vapid, too sex-obsessed — shaped me just as much. If I related to Girls, and something was fundamentally problematic about it, something must also be fundamentally problematic about me.

That makes it almost physically painful to read a scene like one in which Dunham’s family gathers to support her brother’s gender affirming surgery, a moment Dunahm recalls almost entirely in terms of how it affected her. Her parents are mad at her. She packed poorly. She carries her dog with her everywhere because, Dunham writes petulantly, “she needs me,” and “nobody else does.”

Yet despite these classic Lena Dunham moments, reaction to the book has been almost unfailingly positive. People are rewatching Girls. (I am, too.) They are bemoaning the vicious commentary on Dunham’s body and weight that characterized its run, and posting snippets of its best jokes online to marvel at how witty the show was. (I agree.) The show has aged surprisingly well.

But has Dunham? Famesick feels like it should be some kind of commentary on what it means for millennials to grow up. If Girls was so keenly aware of the forces of the 2010s, shouldn’t Famesick be equally on point? Is the positive reaction to it a sign of a change in society, a softening toward our much-criticized generation?

At times, it feels like it is; Dunham looks back on her heyday during Girls with as critical an eye as her worst haters, naming her faults in the way that has always made her work special, one part wry, one part heartbreakingly honest. In a much more guarded world, where we curate our social media feeds carefully instead of tell-all blogging, her observations about herself carry more weight.

The best parts of Famesick are about Dunham’s parents, both artists. Her mother is overflowing with the kind of New York Lower East Side Jewish artist oddity that feels lost to the bowels of time — she loves psychics, yet her favorite hobby, Dunham says, is finding medical experts. Her newfound fame, she writes, had the worst impact on “the dynamics with the women I’d known my whole life — my mother chief among them, the original frenemy who all would try and emulate but none could best.”

Writing of an argument with her mother that led them to stop speaking to each other, she realizes all the different forces at play in their relationship — Laurie Simmons was an accomplished artist before she was a mother to a celebrity, and Dunham knows she struggles with being eclipsed by her daughter’s fame. “But to express any of this skillfully would only be possible with the kind of high-level, egoless communication that rarely defines the mother-daughter bond,” the actor ruefully notes; instead, they ignore each other for two weeks and Dunham gives her heartfelt speech about motherhood to a ring Simmons had lent her. It’s funny, yet full of pathos, Dunham at her best.

This feels like an observation that should be at the heart of the book, the kind of Freudian root of all of Dunham’s insecurities, pleas for attention, struggles. Yet while Dunham is good at pinpointing her flaws, and they are many, she is not always good at reflecting on them, on where they come from or how to change.

“It seems to me, looking back, that I thought the cure to such widespread disdain — some of it personal, some of it political,” Dunham writes, “was not to show less of myself, but to show more, as if revealing myself down to the guts would allow for some kind of renewed understanding.” But this, she says, she has realized was, “just begging.”

Often, it feels like the book is doing the same thing. The change from the Dunham of Girls is less in the actor than it is in the audience. Now, with the benefit of hindsight, we can finally empathize with her.

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Europe Should Focus on Own Security as Global Threats Mount, Dutch Intelligence Agency Says

Police officers stand outside a Jewish school following an explosion that caused minor damages, in Amsterdam, Netherlands, March 14, 2026. Photo: REUTERS/Piroschka van de Wouw

Europe must take greater responsibility for its own security, the Dutch military intelligence agency MIVD said on Tuesday, citing pressure on long-standing Western alliances and China’s support for Russia’s war in Ukraine.

The comment by MIVD Director Peter Reesink accompanied the release of its annual report for 2025.

“The international system we have relied on for decades – with institutions acting as guardians of rules and agreements – is under pressure,” Reesink said in a statement. “It is precisely in this space, where rules blur and power becomes more decisive, that threats grow. Europe must increasingly take responsibility for its own security.”

Spillover from other conflicts including the US-Venezuelan conflict and tensions in the Middle East posed threats to the Netherlands and its interests, the MIVD said in a report published on Tuesday. It also warned about the growing risks of Chinese cybersecurity attacks, which the agency expects to increase this year.

The report comes amidst heightened tensions between NATO and US President Donald Trump, who has threatened to leave the alliance due to its reluctance to join the US-Israeli war with Iran.

Reesink told journalists in The Hague that the Netherlands still has a strong relationship with the United States. At the same time, he said there is an increased push by European agencies to strengthen cooperation and rely less on what the Dutch intelligence agency called “unpredictable” politics in Washington.

Europe needs to stand on its own two feet. That applies for the defence sector … and also for the intelligence community,” he said.

The greatest security threat to the Netherlands remains the conflict in Ukraine – Europe‘s largest since World War Two – he said, citing military cooperation between North Korea, China, Iran, and Russia.

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