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A young woman who lived through it describes the unbelievable days
aboard the ill-fated refugee ship on its harrowing voyage to freedom
Their voyage halted, Exodus refugees glumly await the British.
(In 1927 Exodus was the S.S. President Warfield, an excur
sion boat. During World War II she was an expendable decoy
or German submarine attacks. In 1947 she carried 4,500 dis
placed persons who unsuccessfully tried to break the Brit
ish blockade of Palestine. After a three-month pilgrimage
that included mass hunger strikes, the passengers were sent
back to Germany. The young woman who wrote this account
now lives in Israel and prefers to remain anonymous, but as
a child she was one of the 4,500 refugees aboard the ship.
This is her true story of the heartbreaking voyage that Leon
Uris fictionalized in the best-selling novel, "Exodus.")
I remember a dozen searchlights sweeping over Exodus'
deck and blinding us. Then from the destroyers only a
few feet away, the British threw strings of firecrackers at us
that sounded like pistol shots. Tear-gas bombs kept exploding,
making us choke and cry.
Suddenly Exodus shuddered and seemed to stop. A British
destroyer had rammed us. We began to sink on the starboard
side. Our last desperate hopes of eluding the blockade began
to sink, too. The goal we were So close to seemed lost.
Nothing I ever hoped for, or ever will hope for, was so im
portant to me as getting to Palestine at that time. I was a 14-year-old
girl then, who for eight years had known only Soviet
labor camps, displaced-persons compounds in Germany, and
shacks along too many roads as a fleeing refugee. The Ger
man invaders had driven us from Warsaw to Russia, and I
was always the alien, the stranger, the illegal visitor crossing
borders with illegal passports and false names.
Most of the other passengers aboard Exodus had been in
even more horrible concentration camps. Small wonder, then,
why all our hopes and dreams centered on getting to Pales
tine. Palestine? where we would have secure homes, where
we would not have to worry that tomorrow we might be
driven again onto the roads and into camps.
But just 25 miles from the shores of our promised land,
those strings of firecrackers came, and the British soldiers
stormed aboard Exodus on nets thrown over from their ships.
Desperate, we fought them with anything we had at hand
potatoes, fire hoses, water bottles. My weapon was a hammer.
Soldiers with their arms locked pushed me and about 30
other refugees into a tiny cabin on the main deck. I was the
last one in, and alter me came a British soldier who bolted
the door. I looked at him, and I saw an enemy. I wanted to
hit him with my hammer. But I didn't. Partly because.I knew
he might shoot my friends and me, but also because I saw
his pale blue eyes and adolescent face, not much older than
Family Weekly, October 2, 1960
mine, and I realized that he was a human being, too. " "
And so I began to cry because I could not hit him, and
because we would not get to Palestine.
We were in the cabin for several hours. At first the people
around me were quiet. But one girl became hysterical. She
screamed: "Let us out! We're sinking! We'll drown!"
Then the people began to sing "Hatikvah" (our anthem)
and other songs, partly to drown out the girl's screaming and
partly because singing always made us feel better. Exhausted,
the girl finally stopped screaming. The melancholy songs
brought from Europe and from the concentration camps
continued, 'but I didn't sing 1 couldn't stop crying.
I was still crying when the British soldier let us out of the
cabin. The British, now in command of the crippled ship,
were towing us into port. The strain had made me ill, so I
sat down on a wooden box with my head between my knees.
A minute later a door opened just a crack behind me, and
somebody whispered in Yiddish: "Any British out there?"
I turned around and through the crack in the door I could
see the face of one of our leaders. I told him there were no
soldiers. "Turn around and stay there," he said, "and if the
British come, close the door with your back."
A little later a British sailor started down the deck, and I
- leaned against the door to close it.
A few minutes later the door inched open again, and the
man whispered that inside was a radio transmitter the Brit
ish had not found, and it was broadcasting to Palestine. As
an obviously sick girl, I was perfect camouflage for them.
All morning long I kept watch. The sun beat down on the
steel roof of the cabin, making it unbearably hot inside, and
the men would come to the door to get fresh air. Despite the
heat, I was wearing two blouses and two skirts, one of them
woolen. I had put on the extra clothes before the attack in
case our bundles were lost:
About noon, a British soldier came by and offered me
water from his canteen. I was terribly thirsty, but refused
him defiantly. I think now that I was foolish.
Later in the afternoon the men came wearily out of the
cabin; the radio was no longer working. I drank some of the
scarce water and crawled into the shade to sleep.
How the Exodus Was Named
During the nightmarish hours that followed, I know that
we landed at Haifa and were herded aboard three British
ships. We were questioned and searched and prodded.
The last glimpse I caught of Exodus was her name in white
paint on her side. I had helped puint that name just the
previous day after seeing a friend of mine, a Belgian, strug
gling with a long piece of board and some paint. He had
explained he was going to paint "Haganah Ship Exodus
1947" on the board and hang it over the side. Until then our
ship was officially the S.S. President Warfield.
I wanted to help him, so I picked up the paintbrush that
was next to him. I put the brush in the cooking pot full of
paint that he had, and then I stopped. He laughed because
he knew what was troubling me. I did not know how to
write "Exodus" in English.
He taught me, and together we painted the board. We alter
nated, first he took the brush, then I, and after a while the
job was done. That is how our ship became Exodus.
During the transfer, the British had passed out leaflets
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proclaiming that we would be taken to Cyprus aboard hos
pital ships. When I awakened next day in the hold of the
ll.M.S. Empire Rival, I looked around me and knew that it
was no hospital ship. We were behind bars again.
All too soon, however, we learned that we were headed not
for Cyprus, but back to France where we had boarded
Exodus, back to the Europe that for us meant only misery
and horrible memories. After being within an inch of scaling
the wall, we were going back to prison and a life, sentence.
That fact and the prospect of a voyage aboard a hellship
like Empire Rival seemed too much to bear. On the tiny
Exodus, the 4,500 of us at least had wooden shelves on which
we slept, five to a shelf. But aboard Empire Rival we slept
on the steel deck of a cargo hold. There was not even enough
room for everyone to lie down at once.
Somehow, we managed to arrange ourselves so that each
group and family had some square feet they could call their
own. Next to the group of boys and girls that I was with, a
man and wife and their one-year-old daughter had spread
their one blanket. The baby had heat rash and cried a( lot.
I Once Sang for Larry Adler
For a month I hushed the baby by playing soft melodies
to her on a tiny harmonica that was a prize possession. Larry
Adler, the famous harmonica player, had made a concert
tour of the DP camps. After his concert at my camp, our
group leader told him about me, and Mr. Adler asked me
to sing for him. I did and he gave me the tiny harmonica
with his name on it for a souvenir. One night the baby
grabbed it from me and dropped it into a bowl of soup. After
that the harmonica wouldn't play any more.
A steel ship in the summer sun of the Mediterranean ,
never cools off. We had no ventilation system, of course, and
the people could not bear to wear more than their under
garments. That offended my sense of propriety, since men
and women, boys and girls, were all crowded together. But
everyone behaved very well, and it did help our morale not
to have families broken up.
The British took us to Port du Bouc, France, and ordered
us to leave the ships, but we would not. In the weeks since
we had boarded .Exodus, our spirit had stiffened. We had
been frightened before. But for now, at least, we were fiercely
brave, even the old people who had wanted to get to Palestine
only to be buried there. We struck and refused to eat, hop
ing that world opinion would force the British to take us to
Palestine. Instead, they only threatened 'to ship us to Ger
many. But we could not believe the British would do that.
During the hunger strike, our group decided to make a
sign of protest to hang over the side of the ship. But we had
nothing with which to make it. Finally one of the boys hit
on the idea of sewing together some of their white under
shirts, and painting the letters with lipsticks. I said I would
ask the women aboard if they had any lipsticks, although I
did not think we would find any.
Surprisingly, two of the first three women I asked gave me
lipsticks. We appreciated their help, but I was disgusted with
them for carrying such useless articles around a troubled
world. I have long since changed my mind. I think it wonder
ful that in the -midst of privation and death, they could find
it so important to save that last shred of their femininity.
I don't think I'll ever forget the night that followed. I
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British troops herd the defeated refugees off the Exodus at
Haifa, where they were put onto ships bound for the unknown.
awoke to screaming all around me. Children, old men, every
one screaming in the dark. My reaction was to scream, too.
Nothing had happened. But after so many weeks of tense
ness, disappointment, hunger, and poor sleep, we had erupted
all at once. The screams just had to burst out of us, it seemed,
or toe would have burst. A few minutes and it was over,
leaving us drained of emotion.
The hunger strikes failed, but the British also failed; they
could not get us to leave the ship. So they announced our
departure for Germany. We still refused to believe it
But we sailed west, and through Gibraltar. We prayed that
they would turn around, but they did not. Food was in short
supply. I was in charge of distributing the rations. The hard
est part was having to deny mothers who wanted more for
their infants to eat.
When we were put ashore on German soil, we went ber
serk in a strange way. We danced madly, and sang at the
top of our lungs. We sang at the British that we would get
to Palestine. Food was plentiful now. We stuffed our starved
bodies. We could not stop eating. I gained 30 pounds in two
weeks and was fat for the first time in my life.
That was how the voyage of the Exodus ended. Once again
we were a beaten people, or so it seemed. But in my heart,
I knew we would try again to make a home in our own land.
And try still again should we fail. I promised I would remem
ber the Exodus only as a brave beginning, not a final failure.
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