Shouting for Justice: The Journey of a Jewish Journalist
By Herb Brin
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This memoir of Herb Brin reveals a truly unique American life, the story of a courageous journalist, publisher, and poet, who was a tireless fighter, both for his people and for justice. Born in 1915 to a poor Chicago family of immigrants from Poland and Russia, Herb became a gangland reporter in 1930s Chicago, served as an army reporter during World War II, then covered top stories for the Los Angeles Times, before starting Heritage Jewish press, a chain of community papers spanning Southern California. As an investigative reporter, he first broke the story of the heroism of Oskar Schindler. Herb also covered the Eisenhower-Khrushchev summit, as well as the historic trials of Nazis Adolph Eichmann and Klaus Barbie, After a visit to Moscow, he first sounded the alarm about endangered Soviet Jews and was near Robert Kennedy the night he was shot. Herb was a world renowned poet, publishing five books of poetry, several of them with forewords by Nobel prize winner Elie Weisel. His anecdotes are sure to amuse, amaze and inspire.
Herb Brin
Herb Brin (1915 – 2003) was born and raised in Chicago. Herb was an investigative reporter for the City News Bureau and Los Angeles Times, a world-recognized poet, and pioneering Jewish journalist. He founded the Heritage, a chain of Jewish community newspapers spanning southern California, where he served as editor, publisher and columnist. His books include: Conflicts, My Spanish Years, Wild Flowers, Nobody Died Laughing, Poems from the Rubio, Ich bin Ein Jude, and Justice, Justice. He is survived by three sons, Stan, David and Dan.
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Shouting for Justice - Herb Brin
SHOUTING FOR JUSTICE
The Journey of a Jewish Journalist
Across the Century of Hitler and Israel
by Herb Brin
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012
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Table of Contents
Foreword, by David Brin
Author’s Preface, by Herb Brin
Chapter 1: Days of Poverty and Hope
Chapter 2: "If Your Mother Says She Loves You:
Check It Out"
Chapter 3: Chicago Gangland
Chapter 4: War Clouds
Chapter 5: Back to Gangland
Chapter 6: California, for Good
Chapter 7: The L.A. Beat
Chapter 8: The Fabulous Fifties
Chapter 9: Out to See the Sea
Chapter 10: Tears for a Little Tramp
Chapter 11: The End of Innocence
Chapter 12: Schindler’s List
Chapter 13: Fighting Hate
Chapter 14: Bobby and Other Martyrs
Chapter 15: Israel and More
Chapter 16: Hank
Chapter 17: The Eichmann Trial
Chapter 18: From Moscow to Israel
Chapter 19: Visiting the Aryan Nations
Chapter 20: The Israeli Wars
Chapter 21: Where Are The Children?
Chapter 22: Croatia and Serbia
Epiloque
Selected Poems
Obituary of Herb Brin
Addenda by Dan Brin
Timeline
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Foreword
By David Brin
This posthumous memoir tells the story of my father, Herb Brin, a major Twentieth Century figure in Jewish journalism. Recited to tape just a few years before his passing, in 2003, this autobiography all-too-briefly covers the highlights of a most remarkable and illuminating American life.
Herb Brin was born in 1915 in Chicago to a poor family of Jewish immigrants from Poland and Russia. His memoir entertainingly sheds light upon an era when signs posted on windows read No Jews and Dogs Allowed.
Hard times and small family triumphs were followed by stirring adventures in the 1930s and 1940s when Brin infiltrated the German-American Bund for the Anti-Defamation League, then became a gangland reporter for the legendary City News Bureau. He quickly gained a reputation for tough and fearless reporting, but with a unique tone of heart and compassion.
After service in the army during World War II, he joined the Los Angeles Times as a respected feature writer, also covering the trial of Adolph Eichmann in Jerusalem and shooting film of the trial for KTLA television. In 1954, Brin launched the Heritage: Southwest Jewish Press group of weekly Southern California newspapers, garnering community devotion in Los Angeles, Orange and San Diego counties, along with Coastal and Central Valley communities that were served with monthly editions.
As an investigative reporter, Brin broke many stories, including early revelations about the heroism of Oskar Schindler and the crimes of Klaus Barbie.
He sounded the international alarm about endangered Soviet Jewry, and was near Robert Kennedy the night the Senator was shot and killed. His social activism – generally liberal – took quirky and individualistic turns that sometimes irked friends on the left. But his willful independence and cheerfully cantankerous eagerness for a story endeared him to thousands and helped to weld Southern California Jewry into a strong and eclectic community.
Brin was also a world-renowned poet, whose collections were prefaced by great names like Elie Wiesel.
But none of these accomplishments even hint at the vividness of this character
who made a strong impression upon everyone who met him: eager, argumentative, unfailingly generous, and always interested in the underdog.
We hope you will enjoy the entertaining (and sometimes hilarious) guided tour that Herb Brin provides readers in this, his final opus – the story of one unique American life. A fighter for his people and for justice.
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Preface: In Commentary . . .
As a near century of life begins to close for me, it’s inevitable that I’d be asked to write what I can in memory of the events through which I lived. Nothing special, perhaps -- for I am but one among billions who emerged with memories of the fearful Twentieth Century, amazed that we survived.
Ah, but that we
leaves out so many. And so many things are still unsaid, so many stories untold.
Here you’ll find some that were witnessed by a roving reporter, hard-eyed and penetrating, and others noticed by a poet. In totality, my experiences emerge against a background of unspeakable inhumanities, indignities, Zyklon B and the Hitlerian mania that is still so staggering.
Mine was indeed a depraved century. It might have been the most beautiful.
The arts, the sciences, the probings of space, walking on the moon — automobiles, jets, computers and networks of silicon intelligence never contemplated in previous centuries. The rising up of the oppressed. These were mine and thine.
Nevertheless...
Have you counted the children, the children, the children who died with satanic gas in their lungs and with eyes incapable of tears? Count the good people who should be with us, right now.
Can good outweigh evil? It can! I must believe it. If we learn from the past.
Only if we learn.
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Chapter 1: Days of Poverty and Hope
For warmth in winter, outside the Crane plumbing supplies company on Kedzie Avenue in Chicago, my father and I would start two huge fires in 55-gallon steel drums.
We’d feed the fires with yesterday’s news — than which, it was said, there was nothing deader. The news seemed to cover world events which one day would put to shame that old newspaper cliché.
The Hitler years were beginning to unfold in Europe. A world would soon be propelled into the most enormous, the most shattering events in human history. We were burning the newspaper pages describing events that were beginning to rage. Events without parallel for mankind. The worst century.
As a young man, I was hoping to become part of the profession of journalists. This, I must do!
My father, Sol Brin, already was a regular contributor of articles to the Polish press in America. He put it directly on the line: These were the most dangerous of times in history and there seemed no way out of it. Certainly not by way of a dictatorial Soviet Union led by a murderous Josef Stalin.
With the fires roaring higher in the steel drums, my mother, Pia, would come along with a sack of wood scraps. A wizened woman of 40, her head protected from the subzero winds by a babushka, she brought along a few sandwiches, some soft drinks. Coffee for my father.
Back in Belarus, where she was born in a shtetl called Pietrikov, Pia and her four sisters would go into the woods to collect wood scraps for their father, Reuven Goroway, who earned a bare living in the village along the Dnieper River by going into forests seeking broken limbs of trees. These he chopped up and, by horse and wagon, transported them to town.
Not an easy living for a family of eight – five sisters, a brother named Aaron and my grandmother, whose name I’ll never know.
One Easter Sunday, to avenge Christendom’s feelings against so-called Christ-killer Jews, one of the sisters was torn limb from limb in childbirth. Long before Hitler. Before Hitler, indeed.
Pia, a beautiful dark-haired child, was a total illiterate. She was my grandmother’s helper. Pia and her 12 year old sister, Rose, came first to America, by steerage, of course. Children fleeing a czar’s wrath. Pia and Rose were the first of my family to see the awesome Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor.
Castle Garden was their point of entry to the New World.
My father's father -- my grandfather-- was Julian (Israel) Dobrzhinsky, chess aficionado. His spirit revolved around the game. I understand that he was one of the greatest players in Poland. Poland had about three and a half million Jews, and maybe three million of them played chess.
The Dobrzhinskys were a Polish branch of a family quite prominent in Germany. My father's cousin, Maximilian Hardin, was a press attaché for Bismarck and a brilliant journalist. In fact, they had a statue to honor him, but I understand that it was destroyed during the time of Hitler.
My father was born in 1883, and brought up in Poland, in a town called Konin, northwest of Lodz. This is the same town the Goldwaters came from. Barry Goldwater's father was Moses Goldwater. I suspect my grandfather and Moses Goldwater were friends, in such a small town of 2000 people. Barry Goldwater, of course, ran for President of the United States as a Republican. But he didn't run as a Jew. Typically for the time, Solomon Brin, was forced to join the Russian army, because Poland was occupied by the Russians.
During the Russian-Japanese war of 1905-1906, the Tsarists insisted that Sol join the war against Japan, so my father went to battle as a baker in the Russian Army. I think Sol got as far as Mukden when the war ended in one of the greatest and most horrible of all land battles -- humiliatingly for the Tsarists -- and he was sent back home.
Under the old regime, Jews were forbidden to live in Moscow, or even to visit, except under certain restricted situations. But since Sol had served in the army, he was allowed to go to Moscow. On arrival, he joined the Moscow Art Theater, where he worked several seasons as a supernumerary in the opera. Which meant that he carried spears in Aida and La Bohème, and in shows of that sort. He couldn't sing for beans. They used him as people to fill out the cast, and I guess Sol Brin was a people for the Russian Opera. So you see we don't come from a very artistically creative family. We are merely spear carriers for the Russian opera. At least my father was.
Sol returned to his hometown of Konin, in Poland. His mother had died. (Her name was Chaya, for whom I was named Chaim.) Soon, my father's father, Julian, the chess player, had taken for himself a bride, and my father discovered that he couldn't go home again.
He decided to visit relatives in Germany, and they made it possible for him to travel to America on steerage. My father hoped to make it to the Alaskan gold fields that were entrancing young men to the Yukon — the fields that then had enthralled Charlie Chaplin. He was supposed to go to Ellis Island, around 1910, but he was told aboard ship that he'd have to come to Galveston, Texas. The immigration authorities were trying to disperse new arrivals in America. They didn't want too many Jews coming to New York.
My father's ship arrived in the new land on the Fourth of July. At least that's what he told me, though maybe he put me on a little bit. Anyway, there was a big fireworks show going on, and my father understood why... that he had arrived, and all of America was celebrating! Nobody could ever tell Sol Brin that the celebration was really for the Fourth of July. With a wry smile he insisted it was for his arrival in the new world.
When my father came to America, he did as many immigrants, and dropped Dobrzhinsky,
taking in its place the name