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Janusz Korczak was more than a good doctor. He was a hero. The Dr. Spock of his day, he established orphanages run on his principle of honoring children and shared his ideas with the public in books and on the radio. He famously said that "children are not the people of tomorrow, but people today." Korczak was a man ahead of his time, whose work ultimately became the basis for the U.N. Declaration of the Rights of the Child.
Korczak was also a Polish Jew on the eve of World War II. He turned down multiple opportunities for escape, standing by the children in his orphanage as they became confined to the Warsaw Ghetto. Dressing them in their Sabbath finest, he led their march to the trains and ultimately perished with his children in Treblinka.
But this book is much more than a biography. In it, renowned nonfiction master Albert Marrin examines not just Janusz Korczak's life but his ideology of children- that children are valuable in and of themselves, as individuals. He contrasts this with Adolf Hitler's life and his ideology of children- that children are nothing more than tools of the state.
And throughout, Marrin draws readers into the Warsaw Ghetto. What it was like. How it was run. How Jews within and Poles without responded. Who worked to save lives and who tried to enrich themselves on other people's suffering. And how one man came to represent the conscience and the soul of humanity.
Filled with black-and-white photographs, this is an unforgettable portrait of a man whose compassion in even the darkest hours reminds us what is possible.
Author Notes
Albert Marrin is a beloved author of numerous works of nonfiction for young readers. His books include Flesh & Blood So Cheap , which was a National Book Award Finalist, and Uprooted , a Siebert Honor Book.
Reviews (4)
Publisher's Weekly Review
Janusz Korczak, a Polish-Jewish pediatrician and writer, established a home for orphans in 1912 and cared for Jewish children throughout both world wars. Much more than a biography, Marrin's introduction to this heroic figure offers an exhaustive study of WWII in Poland and Germany. In straightforward, descriptive language, Marrin (Uprooted: The Japanese American Experience During World War II) explores a vast array of subjects linked to the war, including the history of Palestine and of Judaism in Poland, and he devotes a significant number of pages to a biographical portrait of Adolf Hitler and the growth of Nazism. The narrative, accompanied by black-and-white photos, conveys the horrors of wartime with gruesome details, such as Nazis throwing infants into the air for target practice, and includes tangential subjects, such as sterilization laws in America. Korczak is depicted as a passionate humanitarian with an extraordinary respect and love for children, and as one whose activism was the seed of the human rights movement--in particular, the rights of children. He is often absent from the book, though, as Marrin discusses, in great detail, other topics connected to WWII. Still, there is much to learn and contemplate in this dense yet accessible examination. Ages 12--up. (Sept.)■
Horn Book Review
Janusz Korczak was the pen name of Henryk Goldszmit (1878-1942), a Jewish doctor, author, and orphanage director who famously championed the rights of children and who perished at the Treblinka extermination camp. Korczak is the very picture of benevolence, operating his orphanage in a progressive, humane, and democratic way. Despite the deprivations of the Warsaw Ghetto, Korczak remains focused on the welfare of his charges, even as he leads them with great dignity to Treblinka. In typical Marrin fashion (most recently Uprooted, rev. 1/17), the scope of the narrative expands to include various digressions into such topics as Polish history and politics, WWII, and the Jewish diaspora, to both illuminate history and provide occasional respite from the unrelenting (and often vividly described) cruelty of the Holocaust. A wide selection of primary-source quotes and black-and-white photographs provides further witness to the genocide. Source notes, bibliography, and index are appended. Jonathan Hunt November/December 2019 p.117(c) Copyright 2019. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Booklist Review
Janusz Korczak, a Polish Jewish physician and an author of books on children's rights, also served as an orphanage director in Warsaw before and during the Holocaust. The Old Doctor refused all rescue offers for himself, accompanying his charges into the Treblinka extermination camp, where he met his death. Marrin's tribute to the humanitarian is not a traditional biography, however; instead, the National Book Award finalist juxtaposes Korczak, who believed hope comes from bettering the lives of children, with Adolf Hitler, who saw children as raw material to be molded into his racial ideology. Through meticulous research and impeccable storytelling, the result is an astonishing account of the Holocaust that alternates between the worst and best of humankind. The author adds context through background information on how Hitler's ideology later played out in WWII, including anti-Semitism and mass killings of Jews in Poland. Amid the horrific details of these deaths shine rays of light from the resistance movement and individuals who risked their own lives to save those of persecuted Jews. Rarely seen photographs help document both sides. The conflicting views of children continue to the end as Marrin both honors Korczak's legacy and reveals how children are still used by terrorists today. Although intended for YA readers, this eye-opening history also belongs in all adult collections. Painful yet profound.--Angela Leeper Copyright 2010 Booklist
Kirkus Review
Janusz Korczak's dedication to orphaned children during World War II serves as a reminder of the good one person can do in a world gone dark. Henryk Goldszmit, known by his pen name, Janusz Korczak, was a quiet, unassuming doctor, veteran, respected author, director of a children's homeand a Jew in Poland at a time when Nazi ideology was on the rise in neighboring Germany. Considered a pioneer in child psychology, Korczak and his chief assistant, Stefania Wilczyska, operated Dom Sierot, a home for orphans in Warsaw, guided by the philosophy that children were worthy of respect as whole beings, not just future adults, and deserving of autonomy and self-determination. Unfortunately, the nurturing environment of Dom Sierot was no match for the Nazi war machine and Korczak, Wilczyska, and their beloved children died in the gas chambers of Treblinka in 1942. Marrin (Very, Very, Very Dreadful, 2017, etc.) uses Korczak's life to explore 20th-century Germany's path to extremism and brutality. Going beyond simple biography, the book focuses on eugenics and the Nazi's molding of youth, the roots of anti-Semitism and racism, and their modern legacies. The readable tone makes the long text accessible and engaging. Disappointingly, more attention is paid to Wilczyska's perceived lack of beauty than to her intellectual accomplishments as a rare woman able at that time to complete a science degree.Meticulous research supports a Holocaust book worthy of attention. (notes, selected sources, index) (Nonfiction. 14-adult) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Excerpts
Excerpts
I exist not to be loved and admired, but to love and act. It is not the duty of those around me to love me. Rather, it is my duty to be concerned about the world, about man. --Janusz Korczak, The Ghetto Years (1942) Starting Out We have little information about Henryk Goldszmit's life story. Except for his diary, written in the three months before his death, all his personal papers were lost or destroyed during World War II. Much of what we know was recorded by friends and acquaintances, recalling what he had told them, or appears in his letters to them. Even the exact date of his birth is uncertain. This we do know: The future champion of children's rights was born in Warsaw in July 1878 or 1879--probably 1878. The uncertainty is due to his father's failure to register his son's birth, as required by law, for several years. At the time of Henryk's birth, Poland was not an independent nation. In 1795, aggressive neighbors had banded together to overrun the country. Russia, Austria, and the German state of Prussia divided Poland among themselves. Russia took the lion's share and declared Warsaw the capital of "Russian Poland." By falsifying his birthday, Henryk's father may have hoped to postpone, or even avoid, his son's being drafted into the army of the Russian czar. Other parents scrimped and saved to send their draft-age sons to America.1 Of Henryk's ancestors, we know nothing. His father, Jozef Goldszmit, was an attorney specializing in divorce cases. Jozef's own father, Hirsh Goldszmit, was a beloved country doctor who spoke German fluently and gave his five children Christian-sounding names like Maria and Magdalena. Jozef's wife, Cecylia Gebicka, had an artisan background; her grandfather was a glazier, a person who puts glass in windows and mirrors. The couple had two children: Henryk and his younger sister, Anna. Anna's life and fate are a mystery to us. Though not fabulously wealthy, the Goldszmit family was quite comfortable. Thanks to Jozef's lucrative law practice, they lived in an elegantly furnished apartment in an upscale neighborhood. Servants earned low wages, so the family could easily afford a full-time cook and maid. A French governess saw to the children's education in a room set aside as a study, outfitted with bookcases, blackboards, and desks. Young Henryk had no friends his own age and played alone with blocks and his sister's dolls. His snobbish mother thought other children, most of all poor children, were not good enough for her precious darling. Poor children, she insisted, were dirty and smelly, cursed, and fought like alley cats. Henryk's refuge from boredom was the kitchen, the domain of a wise peasant woman from the countryside. She would sit him on a high stool as if he were "a human being and not a lapdog on a silk cushion." For hours, she told Polish folktales about dark forests inhabited by magicians and wizards, goblins and heroes. Her stories stirred the child's imagination, inspiring the master storyteller who'd endear himself to generations of children.2 Henryk's parents thought their son was too childish, too unfocused. His mother complained, "This boy has no ambition." He remembered how "my dad called me a gawk and a clod and, when he flew into a rage, even an idiot and an ass. . . . All I ever heard was--lazy, crybaby, idiot . . . and good-for-nothing."3 When Henryk turned seven, he attended a Russian elementary school. This grim place operated on the belief that the human mind was a muscle that would grow flabby if not toughened by exercise. Exercise, or "mental gymnastics," consisted of memorization and repetition, accepting approved "truths" without questioning. When called upon, pupils were expected to recite the correct answer word for word, like robots. Believing children were "untamed," teachers used strict discipline. Students had to sit still in class, at rigid attention, for long periods. "Why should they move their heads sideways," Henryk recalled a teacher asking, "when I am in front of them?" Rule breaking brought humiliating punishment. Years later, he cringed when remembering how a classmate was beaten for a harmless prank. A janitor spread out the offender on a desk while the teacher stood over him and hit him with a switch, a slender stick used as a whip. "I was terrified. It seemed to me that when they finished with him, I would be next. I was ashamed, too, because they beat him on his bare bottom. They unbuttoned everything--in front of the whole class." The lesson: Adults did not respect children. Children were seen as tiny wheels in the great machine that was the adult world. They existed, Henryk decided, to live up to their elders' expectations and demands, not to be themselves in the here and now.4 The Goldszmit family's fortunes changed in the early 1890s. Normally a serious, self-controlled man, Jozef began to act oddly. He would remain silent for hours, his eyes cast down, his face tense, and would then burst out incoherently. One day, in the courtroom, he stopped questioning a witness in mid-sentence. Arms flailing, he shouted: "They're here, they've come after me; go away. That's not my witness in the box, it's the devil come to mock me. Send him away, away." Doctors diagnosed a mental breakdown.5 I: The Old Doctor 1. Betty Jean Lifton, The King of Children: A Biography of Janusz Korczak (New York: Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1988), 13. 2. Ibid., 15. 3. Marek Jaworski, Janusz Korczak, trans. Karol Jakubowicz (Warsaw: Interpress, 1978); 18; Janusz Korczak, The Ghetto Years: 1939-1942, ed. Yitzhak Perlis (Tel Aviv: Ghetto Fighters' House & Hakibbutz Hameuchad Publishing House, 1980), 110. 4. George Z. F. Bereday, "Janusz Korczak: In Memory of the Hero of Polish Children's Literature," The Polish Review 24, no. 1 (1979), 29; Lifton, The King of Children, 25. 5. Mark Bernheim, Father of the Orphans: The Story of Janusz Korczak (New York: Dutton, 1989), 18-19. Excerpted from A Light in the Darkness: Janusz Korczak, His Orphans, and the Holocaust by Albert Marrin All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
