Love and Revolutionary Greetings: An Ohio Boy in the Spanish Civil War
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The book is based on Sam Levinger's letters, poems, and stories that he sent home from Spain, interspersed with those of his mother, Elma Levinger. Told in the words of a soldier son and his mother, as well as other members of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade, the book offers an eyewitness account of the hardships and the politics of the times. Men and women from all over the world went to Spain to fight with the International Brigade to defend Spanish democracy. Twenty-eight hundred men and women from the United States joined the International Brigade. Sam Levinger was one of them. Sam died in Spain when he was twenty years old. The author, Sam Levinger's niece, traveled to Spain to search for his unmarked grave. Love and Revolutionary Greetings tells the emotional and political story of American involvement in the Spanish Civil War in the language of people who lived it.
Laurie E. Levinger
Laurie Levinger is a freelance writer. She is the author of two books, What War? Testimonies of Maya Survivors and Just a Dropped Stitch.
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Love and Revolutionary Greetings - Laurie E. Levinger
Love and Revolutionary Greetings
An Ohio Boy in the Spanish Civil War
00coverphoto.pngLaurie Levinger
RESOURCE Publications - Eugene, Oregon
Love and Revolutionary Greetings
An Ohio Boy in the Spanish Civil War
Copyright © 2012 Laurie Levinger. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical publications or reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the publisher. Write: Permissions, Wipf and Stock Publishers, 199 W. 8th Ave., Suite 3, Eugene, OR 97401.
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All scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV®. Copyright ©1973, 1978, 1984 by Biblica, Inc.™ Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide.
For Sam and Elma
and
For my father
Each man had to discover his Spain. There were Spains for us all.
—Jay Allen, Death in the Making
It gave you a part in something that you could believe in wholly and completely and in which you felt an absolute brotherhood with the others who were engaged in it. It was something that you had never known before but that you had experienced now and you gave such importance to it and the reasons for it that your own death seemed of complete unimportance; only a thing to be avoided because it would interfere with the performance of your duty.
—Ernest Hemingway, For Whom The Bell Tolls
It was in Spain that men learned that one can be right and still be beaten, that force can vanquish spirit, that there are times when courage is not its own reward. It is this, without doubt, which explains why so many men throughout the world regard the Spanish drama as a personal tragedy.
—Albert Camus, L’Espagne Libre
History stopped in 1936.
—George Orwell, Looking Back on the Spanish War
Acknowledgments
Thanks to: Joe Levinger, Hannah Levinger, Josh Levinger, Dan Bessie, Josie Yurek, Esther and Miguel in Fuendetodos, Jackie in Barcelona, Gail Malmgreen, Jeanne Houck, Abraham Lincoln Brigade Archives, Sarah Shoemaker, Brandeis University Library, Dale Belman, Alan Entin, Charlotte Houde Quimby, Jo-Anne Unruh, Lianne Moccia, Mindy Schorr, Susan White, Laurie Levin, Alan Warren, Christian Amondson, and Wipf and Stock Publishers.
Foreword
by Staughton Lynd
It seems that every generation experiences a moment when a course of action is required that may cost one’s life.
For activists of the 1960s, it was Mississippi in the summer of 1964. About eight hundred of us went. Three died. In 1936–1937, three thousand volunteers from the United States went to Spain to fight with the International Brigades. Half of them were killed.
Among those who did not come back was Sam Levinger. When he had twice been wounded, the rules of the Brigade required that he return to the United States. Instead he went back to the front. At the battle of Belchite in September 1937 he was assigned a relatively safe task toward the rear. He volunteered to take ammunition to combatants in shallow trenches close to the city who were under heavy enemy fire.
Sam Levinger knew exactly what he was doing. He had written about the terrific losses of the army which charges into the rifle, and especially the machine gun, fire of entrenched enemies.
Nevertheless he proceeded. He was mortally wounded and died in hospital.
It was about such individuals as Sam that Stephen Spender wrote the poem entitled I Think Continually Of Those Who Were Truly Great,
who, he concluded, left the vivid air signed with their honor.
As Laurie Levinger narrates, when I was six-and-a-half-years old Sam Levinger carried me on his shoulders at an enormous May Day parade in New York City. This was no mean feat. Sam was five feet, seven inches tall, and weighed 150 pounds. I, as his sister Leah gently reminded me before her recent death, was chunky.
I have another memory of Leah. In the living room of my parents’ apartment, she recited Gilbert Keith Chesterton’s poem, Lepanto.
Its hero might have been her brother. Don John of Austria, according to Chesterton, becomes aware of dim drums throbbing in the hills half-heard
and takes arms from off the wall
to seek combat with a distant foe.
Thus it came about that Sam Levinger not only left (in his words) thumb prints on the pages of the century
but also became for me the image of what it means to be a person who devotes his life to fundamental social change.
This book presented for Laurie Levinger a formidable editing challenge. She had letters from her uncle, discovered more than half a century after his death in the dramatic circumstances she describes. She found two unpublished manuscripts by Sam Levinger’s mother in which Elma tried to imagine her son’s experience. She found other small caches, especially Sam’s letters to his girlfriend. But Sam was apparently deliberately evasive in some of his descriptions so as to spare his parents anxiety. Laurie fills the gaps brilliantly with memoir material from other Americans who went so Spain, like Alvah Bessie and Steve Nelson. Finally, she writes not only as an historian, but as the niece of an uncle whom she did not know personally, whose memory, together with that of Leah, she sought to honor by scattering Leah’s ashes at Sam’s gravesite, the location of which she had to discover. There she recited the Jewish prayer for the departed.
Amid the tears that I weep on each rereading of this book, I perceive a political problem that calls for comment. In a letter to Max,
Sam Levinger offers disapproving remarks about an uprising in Barcelona in the midst of civil war. Two things should be said about this, I believe.
First, Sam’s approach to other human beings involved in the fighting was consistently that politics should be set aside so as to further the common project. He particularly honored fellow soldiers who risked their lives, and sometimes died, when trying to assist a wounded comrade from another political group. Not long after writing to Max he comments on meeting some POUM boys, swell kids.
Second, there remain to this day deep disagreements among informed observers about the politics of the Spanish Civil War. At one extreme, commentators like George Orwell and Noam Chomsky believe that the Soviet Union, as the sole supplier of arms to the embattled republican government seeking to withstand massive intervention by Germany and Italy, used its influence to oppose social revolution in the interest of winning the war. From this standpoint it appears that the most extraordinary revolution from below
of the twentieth century, which took the form of seizure of factories and farms by workers and peasants, especially in Catalonia, was permitted to wither on the vine or actually suppressed. At the other extreme, there are those like a high school friend of mine who has written a book on the subject for German young people, who consider that the Soviet Union at great risk to its own security extended solidarity to overseas comrades at a time when the United States and Great Britain forbade arms shipments to aid the Loyalists.
I don’t think this important historical debate will be furthered by this book. Rather, Levinger typifies the soldier who through gritted teeth says to those who write books and articles: There are people being killed here, good people, friends of mine. For God’s sake leave the politics till afterward.
Sadly, there was no afterward. The Loyalists were defeated. One is left to wonder whether the Spanish Civil War, like the murders of Joe Hill and Rosa Luxemburg, the Holocaust, defeated uprisings in Hungary and Poland, and so much else about the twentieth century, signifies a tale of sound and fury without a clear meaning.
Sam Levinger, I am convinced, would have disagreed. Initially, he felt, it was not volunteers from abroad who saved Madrid. The International Brigades had a critical moral effect,
however. Later, foreigners like himself obviously risked everything side by side with the people of Spain. In spite of all, he wrote, let us climb the grey hills and charge the guns.
Pacifists like myself must climb it with him, even without arms.
Preface
The Story of How We Begin to Remember
My father was moving from the home where I’d grown up and I’d offered to help him pack. We spent a long day in the basement, going through boxes of saved memorabilia including stuffed animals and clothes long out of fashion. He wanted me to take a couple of chairs and a desk. As I was leaving he handed me a box, crammed-to-overflowing with papers. What’s in here?
I asked, meaning, I don’t need anything else.
Oh, I don’t really know,
he said. Letters from my brother, Sam, when he was in Spain, I think. I haven’t ever really gone through them. I think there’s a novel, or maybe two—they were never published—that my mother wrote about his life. She got lots of books published, as you know. These two, I never read them either, but I think she probably didn’t find a publisher for political reasons. It was the early ‘40s, you know,
as he carried the box out to my car.
It was spring 2001. The next week torrential rains melted the icy, gray slush and flooded his entire basement. All the boxes still there were saturated drowned in the frigid water of an early thaw.
The box with yellowing, brittle paper sat, safe and dry under my bed, saved, but ignored, for the next ten years. After retirement, and writing my first book, I was adrift, without an idea of where to focus next. That’s when I finally remembered the box. Reading through it, I discovered a story—many stories, really—of a young man filled with idealistic fervor who left his home to join a volunteer army to fight fascism in a foreign country. And I met his mother, my grandmother Elma, who grieved as her oldest son chose to join the fight in Spain, instead of finishing college and pursuing his political work as a Socialist dedicated to the rights of the working man. He left behind his parents, a younger sister and brother, his girlfriend, and a promising career as a journalist and a poet.
Elma’s stories about Sam are from Death in the Mountains and New Hills and Towers, the unpublished novels my father mentioned. Those novels, along with Sam’s stories, poems and letters had been abandoned, saved but unread, in the box for sixty-four years. Reading them left me with many questions that later conversations with my father, Sam’s younger brother, helped answer. Still later when I received letters that Sam had written his girlfriend, Clara, I was able to flesh out the story even more. These unpublished letters, poems and stories provide the source material for this book.
In the beginning Sam and Elma share a story, in which they have a conversation with one another, much as they would when they lived in the same house. Later, when Sam writes from Spain, their experiences are rooted in place: Sam in the trenches, Elma at home in Ohio, trying to honor her pledge not to worry. There are layers upon layers of story: Sam’s recounting his experiences while trying not to frighten his family; Elma’s imagining where he is, what he is thinking and feeling; my piecing together the fragments to create a coherent whole.
Sam and Elma each have a distinct voice and an individual story. Throughout the book, for the sake of clarity, I have indicated who is speaking. Occasionally, there are gaps in their dialogue
and it is here that there must be a missing letter. Sometimes as I stitched together Sam’s and Elma’s story, I have taken the liberty of imagining what one or the other of them might have thought or felt. This is not a verbatim history. Rather, it is a story that remains faithful to the essential truths of the times and the relationship between mother and son.
Although Sam was an astute and careful observer, he was also a bit of a shape-shifter, altering his story depending on his audience back home. In one letter it becomes evident that he has tried to hide the reality that he is on the front, and is angry when a friend reveals his whereabouts. And, in fact, there are other gaping holes in his narrative as he travels illegally from the United States to France and into Spain. In his letters from France he plays the part of a world traveler, entertaining with tongue-in-cheek humor. But he never tells his family how he actually crossed the border. To fill in this critical episode I have included first-person accounts from other members of the Lincoln Brigades who climbed over the Pyrenees into Spain.
Towards the end, Elma is left to imagine Sam’s experiences, the ones he couldn’t write about. She takes the liberty herself, putting words in his mouth, writing in his voice.
Throughout the book, I have made every effort to remain faithful to the essence of Sam and Elma’s stories. I am grateful to both of them, each a talented writer and storyteller, each brave in their own way.
I am honored to have met them.
1
November 1936
At Home
Elma
Samuel!
I banged on his door and when he didn’t answer I let myself in. I knew I shouldn’t