SCHADENFREUDE - An Interesting German Word.
by Si Frumkin
I am not a great fan of German achievement. I believe that a Lexus or a
Cadillac is better than a BMW or Mercedes. But I do acknowledge that
Germans have a way with words. They created words that other languages
simply do not have.
Schadenfreude is such a word. In case you are not familiar with it, it
takes 7 English words to define it: "malicious satisfaction in the
misfortunes of others". The dictionary also explains it with a quote
from the New York Times about historian Peter Gay -- who felt
Schadenfreude as a Jewish child in Nazi-era Berlin, watch
ing the
Germans lose coveted gold medals in the 1936 Olympics; he said that it
"can be one of the great joys of life."
All this is a prelude to inform you that I felt - and greatly enjoyed -
Schadenfreude recently. A friend had recently come back from a trip to
Russia. He told us that he saw beautiful flowers at an expensive flower
shop in Moscow and asked where these out-of-season flowers had come
from. "Holland," he was told. "Most of our flowers come from Holland
but the Dutch buy a lot of them from Israel and resell them throughout
Europe. We are lucky to get them. They are so beautiful?"
Another friend spent a week in the French countryside where he enjoyed
a wonderful tasty fruit, apparently some kind of a cross of a peach and
a plum. He asked what it was and was told that it was imported from
Israel, the only place where it was cultivated.
I am sure that at least some of the flowers, fruit and vegetables that
cater to European sophisticates came from the more than 3000 Gaza
greenhouses. They were all built on barren empty land by the Jews who -
until a few years ago - employed over 12,000 Palestinians there. Since
the start of the last Intifada and several terror attacks by the more
demented employees, the number of Arabs working the greenhouses was
drastically reduced, and they were replaced by Thais, Africans and
Filipinos.
During the months of preparation for th
e Israeli withdrawal there were
many questions on what should be done with the greenhouses. They were
state-of-art agricultural marvels with their own sophisticated
temperature and humidity control systems, they turned out millions of
dollars worth of produce yearly and they were a source of employment
for thousands of people in an area where close to 40% were unemployed.
Should these marvelous structures be destroyed? Moved? Abandoned? And
then a wonderful and heartwarming solution was found. A small group of
wealthy American Jews decided to buy the greenhouses from Israel and
donate them to the Palestinian Authority. One of the donors was former
World Bank president James Wolfensohn who put up $500,000 of his own
money. All in all, $14 million was collected, the deal was done and
appreciative Palestinian spokesmen announced that the greenhouses would
become the cornerstone of the future Palestinian economy.
So where is the Schadenfreude, you say? Happy ending for all, right?
Palestinians get the greenhouses, Israelis get $14 million and the
small group of admirable Jews in America get the warm feeling of having
made the world a more tolerant and loving place where Arabs appreciate
Jewish kindness and are less eager to murder Jews, right?
Well, no, not really. Have you heard the old story about a scorpion
that asked a fox to carry him across a river? The fox refused: "You are
a scorpion and you might sting me," he sa
id. The scorpion scoffed.
"Don't be ridiculous. Why would I sting you? We would both drown if I
do," he said. The fox thought this made sense and told him to climb on
his back. Halfway across the river the scorpion stung the fox. "Why?
Why did you do this? We'll both drown," cried the drowning fox. " I
know, my friend, but this is the Middle East," said the scorpion before
dying.
Just an hour or so after the Jews left Gaza thousands of Palestinians
swarmed into the empty settlements. The Palestinian police watched the
mob demolish the abandoned synagogues and set them on fire. They also
watched with interest as part of the crowd turned on the greenhouses --
breaking windows, taking plates of glass, wiring, computer and
electronic parts and irrigation pipes and timers. It didn't take long
-- after a few hours or so the greenhouses that it had taken years to
build were just so much junk.
And so I have Schadenfreude. The Palestinians will not export flowers
to Holland or fruit to France. The greenhouses will not be rebuilt. The
Palestinian economy, such as it is, will continue to be mired in
corruption, hatred and violence. They will suffer -- Schadenfreude –
but still, they'll never admit that it was their own fault.
And I have Schadenfreude towards the naive rich Jews who thought that
the Arab reaction to their gift would be based on logic and not on
inbred hatred. You silly peo
ple, didn't you learn yet that this is the
Middle East where scorpions sting even if this means their own
destruction? You lost $14 million and, you know, I am glad you did.
I only hope that Israel cashed the $14 million check before it was too
late.
Si Frumkin was born in Lithunia and survived a concentration camp, the
only member of his family that did. He now lives in Valley Village, CA.
He is a contributing columnist to the Jewish Observer, Los Angeles,
where this article appeared.
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