In search of a new beginning

Henry Lowenstein

Jack Adler

In Foehrenwald, Jack finds a job at the United Nations Relief and Rehabilitation Administration (UNRRA), where he delivers mail, runs errands and helps in the office. He and his friends talk about where they will go when they leave the camp. They know going back to their homes is not an option: their families are gone, and they are not welcome there by many Poles. Organizers in the camp tell these orphaned young people – many of them still children – about programs that will support their travel and place them with foster families in a new country.

Excerpt from Jack's memoir, Y? A Holocaust Narrative:

The news was welcoming but intimidating. Starting over hadn’t seemed a valid next step until then. We grew up in countries where we expected our futures to unfold. Then, during the Holocaust, we stopped imagining what a future might actually look like. While slaving through at [sic] twelve-hour work days for a bowl of soup and a thin slice of bread, thoughts of home, professions, and having children of our own weren’t realistic. Pain was realistic. And hunger. And sorrow. All of my optimism and hope had been dedicated to seeing the next day, surviving a little longer.

With the help of an employee at the camp’s UNRRA office, Jack applies to go to the United States. In his memoir, he writes, “It didn’t take long and I didn’t second guess my decision. It was the men from the United States who had restored me to my freedom; I couldn’t think of another place I wanted to live.”

He is accepted for immigration to the United States as a war orphan. Near the end of 1946 Jack travels from Foehrenwald to Bremen, where he boards the S.S. Marine Marlin bound for New York on December 9th with 927 other passengers, eager to find a new life in the United States.

Transcript

Jack Adler: Well, we were notified-- and the UNRRA knew first, because they were in charge of the displaced persons camps. So we-- in the office, and I worked in the office. And we were told that Mayer, of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer-- very few people know about it. You see, in order to come to the United States, you needed a sponsor to guarantee that you would not become a public liability.

Interviewer: Mhm?

Jack Adler: So Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer sponsored, signed for, about 2,000 war orphans-- and I was one of them-- to come to the United States. Very few people know about it.

Interviewer: And when did you arrive?

Jack Adler: I arrived here on Apr-- 'on April!'-- December 22, 1946. I should have been here in July, but there was a strike in between. So we came right afterwards.

Interviewer: And how did you-- how were you transported here?

Jack Adler: By boat. We came on the S.S. Marine Marlin. We arrived at New York, at night. It was, like, 10 o'clock at night. I remember it was dark, and looking up-- we got on top-- on boat, we could see the-- you know, the skyline, the lights. We'd never saw such high-rises and so on.

We had to stay overnight. And the next morning, we were released-- disembarked. And I-- we went to Ellis Island, for a few days. And then, I remember, on boat, on the boat over here, I helped the guy who was in charge of the kitchen set up the table, put the dishes-- silverware. So, when we got off the boat, he gave me a $2 bill-- my first American currency.

And when we went to Ellis Island, they had all kinds of vending machines-- candies and what have you-- goodies, that we hadn't had for a year. So I got $2 worth of nickels and bought as much candy as I could. [LAUGHS]

"... he gave me a $2 bill-- my first American currency."

USC Shoah Foundation Visual History Archive, Interview 18433

Old, black and white photograph of the ship, SS Marine Marlin at a dock.

Photograph of S.S. Marine Marlin, June 1948.

Canadian Museum of Immigration at Pier 21 (DI2015.410.1)

Passenger Manifest of the S.S. Marine Marlin, sailing from Bremen to New York on December 9, 1946. Jack is #5, under the name Szlama Adler.

Arolsen Archives, Reference Code 81650246

Excerpt from Jack's memoir, Y? A Holocaust Narrative:

On the ship, we passed time the best we could. We spoke about what the United States would be like. Some talked of Hollywood, others Ford and Chevy. Tall buildings and baseball. The conversations were as various as our own backgrounds. When we didn’t talk, we played cards or other games.

We also had freedom to move about the boat at our leisure. I saw the ocean and for days I could look in all directions and see no land. It was simultaneously overwhelming and exciting. For the most part, I had been deprived of the use of my five senses for any creative or free purpose. For years I smelled death. For years I saw hate cripple an entire community. For years I heard the cries and screams of the damned. But now I could breathe the fresh air without fear of a blow from a broomstick driven through with a nail. I could taste the saltwater on my lips and smile with the freedom of it all. It was truly an adventure of a sort, but I still had no home and no way to know what would happen to me next.

I worked on the ship in the mess hall, setting up the tables there with silverware, salt and pepper, and other necessities—things that hadn’t been necessities for too long. It was easy work, but gave me purpose and took up some of my time during our voyage.

[...]

The days passed in relative comfort when one day the sailors told us we would see land in only a few hours. They were both right and wrong. We came close to land, but couldn’t see it that well. We arrived outside of New York in the middle of a cloudy night. We couldn’t make land as there was no one to take us once we left the ship, so we had to wait.

I walked up from below deck on a thin metal version of a staircase, my hand gliding up the rail in a firm grip, eager to see whatever I could. Maybe I thought I would see hills and flowing grasses, green with the reality of life. Instead, it was something far more amazing. The darkness of night only highlighted the glorious magnitude that was the city. I saw high-rises and lights beyond counting. It looked like a wall that rose beyond any ever built, riddled with holes and lit from the other side like a lantern. I was in awe.

I couldn’t sleep that night, instead deciding to stay on the deck as long as they would let me.

In New York, Jack and the other orphans are taken to a temporary home in the Bronx. More than a year after the end of the war, they are still learning to navigate their freedom, and the skyscrapers and bustling streets of New York are like nothing they have ever seen. The young survivors are among the first war refugees to arrive in the United States, and as public awareness of the horrors of the camps grows, they receive visits from concerned citizens, many of them earlier immigrants who escaped the war and a similar fate.

Jack spends a year and a half in New York, during which time he explores the city and begins to learn English, awaiting his placement with a foster family.

Transcript

Interviewer: Back to post- coming to the United States, and when you first arrived, what were your initial feelings of being on American soil, do you recall?

Jack Adler: Oh, yes, I was very happy. And it was unbelievable, you know, the freedom and-- people-- you know, we-- we were the-- on the second boat after the war. The first one came, I think, in June, and the second one. Then there was a strike. We came in December.

And people used to come in, sign in, on weekends, just to talk to us, to see us. They heard so much about it, and they just wanted to see a living witness of it. You know? By the hundreds, they used to line up.

We were in a reception camp. It was a hotel, not a camp-- a reception area, where we waited to be sent to various foster homes. And people would come in, every weekend. They line up. And they could sign up-- if the people felt comfortable that the child would be safe with someone, they would sign them out, and people would take them to a movie or what have you.

Interviewer: And, at that time, what languages did you speak?

Jack Adler: I could speak Polish, I could speak Yiddish, and that's about the only language, at that particular time, that I could communicate in. Because most of the people who did come in were from Europe, originally, who escaped, some of them. Or those who were Jewish and spoke the Jewish language.

"They heard so much about it, and they just wanted to see a living witness of it."

USC Shoah Foundation Visual History Archive, Interview 18433

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