Standing in the back of the overcrowded conference room, I had a moment of disorientation. All around me stood Federation executives and lay leaders from the largest American cities. We were arrayed in a circle with some of us sitting in chairs while others, like myself, standing behind them. In the center of the room were bottles of water and juice placed eloquently on a small conference table while a flip chart with sticky notes was thrown into a corner. This scene is one that could have taken place at any hotel in the world. Except we weren’t packed in together discussing new models of Jewish engagement or funding models of Jewish education. We came to Novatel Hotel in Warsaw, Poland, to listen and discuss the unfolding disaster in Ukraine, to meet with our global partners and assess next steps for the critical funding that propels our Jewish response to this humanitarian crisis. 

At one end of the circle sat several Ukrainian refugees, exhausted and crestfallen, who came to the hotel because they wanted to immigrate to Israel. 

At one end of the circle sat several Ukrainian refugees, exhausted and crestfallen, who came to the hotel because they wanted to immigrate to Israel. Among those seated was a young mother named “Anna” who related to us how she and her two children, a six-year-old boy and a three-year-old girl, made the treacherous journey from their home in Ukraine to Warsaw. She began her story by relating that on March 4, when the Russian army shelled the nuclear power plant in Zaporizhzhia, her husband told her, “You have 15 minutes, take what you can and go. Just save our children and go!” She quickly gathered life’s most vital documents, a change of clothes and some jewelry and shoved them into a single bag. Arriving at the local train station, she found it overrun with families just like hers, saying goodbye to husbands, fathers and brothers as they waited for a train — any train — as long as it headed west. Anna and her children were finally hoarded with fourteen other passengers into a compartment designed for four. “The train moved slowly,” she said, stuffed with women, children the elderly and the frail. Anna said that her compartment had seven women and 11 children. They took turns sitting and standing for 22 hours on the slow-moving behemoth before it finally lumbered into Liviv. “No one slept,” she said, “and almost no one spoke.”

Anna’s journey is not unique in Ukraine. The Russian invasion carries with it a strategic brutality that purposely targets schools and hospitals, turning mothers and children into targets in an attempt to terrorize the population into capitulation.

Anna’s journey is not unique in Ukraine. The Russian invasion carries with it a strategic brutality that purposely targets schools and hospitals, turning mothers and children into targets in an attempt to terrorize the population into capitulation. While most of the men stay behind, conscripted to fight for their country, there are now more than  three million refugees on the move, filling trains, cars, even large commercial vehicles mostly heading west and north to Poland, Romania, and Moldova. Nearly everywhere, the same scene played itself out. Young children, huddled together playing, their older siblings losing themselves in their phones while mothers sit quietly exhausted, staring into the distance.

In the freezing night they stood by the thousands, without shelter, services or certainty.  

After arriving in Liviv, Anna said she transferred to a bus that ferried her to the Polish border. Now into her second day of her journey, she along with her children were made to wait in line, with thousands of others. “I could not see where the line finished, and it never seemed to move,” she added. For over 12 hours, she stood in the last gasp of Ukrainian winter, holding her young daughter in her arms until they both went numb. Her son, held close by holding on to the strap of her backpack, eventually fainted from exhaustion. In the freezing night they stood by the thousands, without shelter, services or certainty.  

It wasn’t until the next morning, as the international rescue teams began arriving, that they received any help. A car, driving up and down the road picking up refugees, saw Anna and her children. Eventually she crossed the border and took a bus to Warsaw, arriving at the central bus station. One of the aid workers found out that she was Jewish and said, “You have to go to the Novatel,” which is where they are helping Jews. 

The Jewish Agency For Israel, or JAFI, had taken over the entire building of the Novatel—every hotel room, conference room, ballroom, the parking lot, the restaurant and even parts of the lobby, transforming them into a refugee center, consulate, logistics hub and motor pool.

The Jewish Agency For Israel, or JAFI, had taken over the Novatel — every hotel room, conference room, ballroom, the parking lot, the restaurant and even parts of the lobby, transforming them into a refugee center, consulate, logistics hub and motor pool. There, refugees would pour out of chartered buses or simply walk in from the street. They were given a place to rest, counseling and new clothing. To support this effort, JAFI has mobilized its entire global network of social workers, educators and administrators. Over one hundred JAFI employees are now operating in Poland and surrounding areas. Roman Polonsky, the managing director of JAFI, shared with me that nearly 12,000 Jews have made their way safely to Israel with another approximately 10,000 in the pipeline of shelters spreads across five countries.

The State of Israel plays a special role in this crisis. Politically, it is triangulated between wanting to support the territorial integrity of Ukraine and its Jewish president, while not wanting to antagonize Russia, which has a military base on Israel’s dangerous northern border in Syria. The political balance for Israel is difficult. Prime Minister Naftali Bennett has attempted to thread the needle of diplomacy by speaking with both sides and floating the idea of peace talks in Jerusalem. Israel has not sent weapons to Ukraine, but has condemned the Russian invasion on the floor of the UN and has recently sent a field hospital. 

On a deeper level, Israel is similarly caught between wanting to support the general refugee efforts from Ukraine and balance that with the mass wave of immigration it is now facing. At first, Israel put up a few barriers to refugees, requiring a hefty deposit from Israelis seeking to sponsor refugees who do not wish to make aliyah (that has now been walked back), as well as changing visa agreements between Ukraine and Israel to make it harder to travel there. More recently, Israel has expedited the immigration of Ukrainian Jews under the Law of  Return, securing paperwork in just a few hours for most families and chartering several immigrant-filled planes a week. Even with both the political and humanitarian difficulties, Israel continues to surpass many other countries, including the United States, when it comes to the number of refugees it is accepting into its borders. 

The scale of the catastrophe for Jewish life occurring in Ukraine and Russia cannot be overstated. Beginning in the 19th century, Odessa was the third largest Jewish population center in the world. In Poland, Warsaw’s population was reported to be 40% Jewish before World War II. The Holocaust, as we know, changed everything. Half of Europe’s Jews were murdered and millions more dispersed globally. Europe was considered by many to be a toxic wasteland whose very soil dripped with antisemitism, and the memory of the dead grits our collective jaws with sorrow and anger.  

When the Soviet bloc fell in the 1990s, however, Jewish life returned to Ukraine and other Eastern European cities. With the Federation’s core annual support, the Joint Distribution Committee, Hillel, Chabad and others rebuilt community centers, synagogues, and aid societies.  A revitalization and renaissance of Jewish life was just sprouting. According to the best numbers we have, there are around 200,000 Jewish people in Ukraine and another 250,000 in Russia. But the story of the Jewish renaissance in Eastern Europe is shifting. The Jewish Agency is expecting as many as 100,000 Jews to immigrate to Israel from Ukraine and Russia because of this crisis, threatening some of the revitalization. There is talk of Ukraine and Russia depleting their Jewish community entirely as Jewish refugees pour into other countries. The global map of world Jewry appears to be changing again.

While Ukraine and Russia are truly under threat, the Jewish community of Poland is rising. On my first morning in Warsaw, we went to the Hillel House of Poland, built at the location of the Great Synagogue that was torched in 1943 at the end of the Warsaw Ghetto uprising. On our visit there, we saw all the trappings of a vibrant Jewish life. The walls were clad with posters with kitschy phrases meant to appeal to the youth. There were program booklets for Shabbat dinners strewn about. There were wall calendars filled in with dates of programs and events yet to come. Normally, young adults would come on a regular basis to engage in Jewish life. Now, however, Hillel of Poland has been converted to a play center for families. Magda Dorosz, a dynamic educator and Executive Director of the Hillel of Poland, said that the young adults who were her clients are now her partners, volunteering to watch children so mothers and grandparents can rest. When we visited, we saw two young brothers playing in one room, while their grandparents ate perogies. “The Lego Movie” was playing on TV. Magda told me that this family can have an hour or two of respite here, an island of normalcy in a sea of chaos. 

The city of Lublin, east of Warsaw, was an epicenter of Jewish life for hundreds of years. In the early 20th century, Rabbi Meir Shapiro established Yeshivat Chochmei Lublin, (Yeshiva of the Sages of Lublin), creating the model of modern Jewish Yeshiva education. Daf Yomi, the daily study of the Talmud over a seven-year cycle, was invented there. Rabbi Shapiro was the first Orthodox Jew to become a member of Sejm, the Polish Parliament, representing the Jewish Minority of the country. As with Warsaw, the Shoah turned centers of Jewish life into centers of Jewish death. Majdanek, the most urban of death camps, was responsible for the murder of almost 80,000 Jews from the surrounding areas, including 18,000 in one day during the grimly-named SS operation “Harvest Festival.” As with other places we visited, Jewish life was returning to Lublin. The Yeshiva was given back to the Jewish community in 2003 and reopened in 2007. The community built a four-star hotel to support visitors to the region.

The following morning, we arrived at the border of Poland and Ukraine…Mothers with children walking quietly, their faces drawn and ashen with deep circles under their eyes, their hands absent-mindedly holding on to their children, pulling them along for the thousandth time.

The hotel in Lublin has now been converted into a refugee center by the Federation’s partner, the American Joint Distribution Committee (JDC). JDC, like JAFI, has significant operations on the ground in Ukraine, working with the population under fire, along the border and with refugees who have been able to escape. With the Federation partnership, JDC is currently providing some 2,000 beds in locations in Moldova, Hungary, Romania and Poland. The hotel in Lublin acts as a transition point until refugees can arrange entry to other European countries or as they wait for their aliyah papers and evacuation flights to Israel. Many of these refugees are elderly people with limited mobility, like “Friedreich,” a retired professor wearing puffy slippers, his sallow face depicting deeply cut eyes. Friedrich left the bombing in such a rush that he had no papers. Friends were able to get him to a train station where he finally crossed the border and ended up at the hotel. As we sat with him, he remained very quiet, speaking only a few words at a time. Clearly exhausted, he sat in his malcontent sipping nervously at a cup of tea and nibbling on a biscuit. 

In the hotel’s basement a warehouse had been organized to sort the hundreds of donated goods and clothing to help refugees. Bags of new diapers were piled to the ceiling next to a table overloaded with stuffed animals where a young boy in a hooded jacket was gleefully “shopping” for a soft, lovable companion to hold on to for his never-ending journey. There is something touching, even beautiful, in the irony that the hotel and the Yeshiva were brimming with the life force of the Jewish community taking care of each other only a few miles from the now ossified death camp, adding another chapter to the grand story of Jewish resiliency. They tried to murder us all, and now they are gone, and we are here, doing what we have always done for thousands of years: helping each other inscribe our names in the book of life.

The following morning, we arrived at the border of Poland and Ukraine. It was a warm and cloudless day, and the dried wheat fields shown brown and gold against the blue sky—an inspiring sight that calls to mind the blue and yellow fields of the Ukrainian flag. As we alighted from the bus and approached the crossing, we noticed the silence. It was like we were living inside Anna’s memory of her own journey. Mothers with children walking quietly, their faces drawn and ashen with deep circles under their eyes, their hands absent-mindedly holding on to their children, pulling them along for the thousandth time. The only noises to be heard were the Polish police, quietly directing the queue to waiting buses that were loaded quickly with aid workers offering chai, hot food, shampoo and extra clothing. It looked like a funhouse reflection of a farmer’s market, where vendors from their tents were giving away their goods to a sullen and somber parade of women, children and elderly. A quietude of uncertainty mixed with despair covered the scene like a heavy blanket. No one dared to speak loudly.

The system of refugee response on behalf of our global partnership ensures that everyone, no matter their ethnicity, religion or background, are brought in and given shelter, a meal, and are directed to the most appropriate next step on their journey. 

/As we moved to the border fence made of green metal, I heard Hebrew being spoken, rising above the din of other languages. I lifted my eyes and saw, waving from a makeshift pole above the very first tent nestled along the border, the blue Star of David — standing proudly, ready to offer to aid the tired and hungry and traumatized. The flag belongs to an Israeli group called Hatzalah bli’ G’vulot, or Help without Borders. They were some of the first to arrive at the border as the war broke out. We spoke in Hebrew with the aid workers, and Areyh Levi, their representative, said there was a ninety-five-year-old Holocaust survivor who was at the refugee center a mile away. He needed a medical evacuation immediately. I said, “I’ll pass the world and see what we can do.” Someone asked him if he gives aid to everyone or only to Jews. He shared that, “Jew or no Jew, everyone is a child of God and deserves help,” adding, “80 years ago Poland selected Jews from non-Jews. We don’t do selection.” Indeed, the system of refugee response on behalf of our global partnership ensures that everyone, no matter their ethnicity, religion or background, are brought in and given shelter, a meal, and are directed to the most appropriate next step on their journey. I’m reminded of the portion in the Mishnah that says, “We support the non-Jewish poor along with the Jewish poor, for the sake of peace”  (Mishna Gittin 5:8).  It demonstrated that feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, and giving first aid is not something we do out of our own expediency. It’s what we do because it is a deep Jewish value that spans multiple millennia. 

As we left the border, we handed out lollipops to the children. It was but a small gesture in the scope of this global crisis, but if Judaism has taught me anything, it is that the reward for doing a mitzvah is the mitzvah itself. Redemption is found not just in the apocalyptic liberation, but in the millions of acts of lovingkindness that accrue over a lifetime. Walking back to the bus, as I looked back at the border fence, the words of psalms came to my lips, “I shall not die, but live and proclaim the works of God …  Open the gates of righteousness, so that I may proclaim the glory of God” (Psalm 118:17-19).

All of the buses that leave the border crossing flow into a refugee center more than a mile away. Just weeks ago, in another life, this refugee center was an indoor shopping mall complete with a shoe store, fast-food restaurants, clothing boutiques and a pharmacy. When we entered it was apparent that each of these stores had been hastily converted into something else. The shoe store was cleared out to become a registration booth for Polish volunteers who wanted to drive refugees in their private vehicles. Two of the clothing stores were stuffed with cots for sleeping families. The fast-food counters were converted to community kitchens, delivering hot meals, tea and coffee to refugees and volunteers alike. And everywhere there were signs scribbled on cardboard with the phone numbers, names of Facebook groups, and maps of Poland written in Russian and Ukrainian. In the back of the mall, relief agencies staked out positions, taping their flags and posters to walls, including the Jewish Agency, waving the blue-and-white. Only the pharmacy remained in full operation, working with a doctor’s group to deliver medicine. Outside we met with the JDC representative who had been attending to the Holocaust survivor mentioned to us at the border. An ambulance was called in and medics were evaluating him in preparation to take him to Warsaw. As quiet as it was at the border, the refugee center was loud, bustling with hundreds of people looking for help and looking to help. The teeming mutuality of needs and charity, of volunteer and refugee, was inspiring. The rising tide of despair this war has wrought has been met with and outmatched by the rising tide of humanity. No one went unnoticed. No question went unanswered.

Imagine if Israel had existed in 1939. How many trains could be filled taking Jews to ports and ships bound for Israel instead of death camps?

It must be stated clearly that the effectiveness of the fastest global Jewish response in history to this crisis is possible because of the Federation system, its century-long relationship with the Jewish Agency and the American Joint Distribution Committee, and a strong and secure State of Israel.  

The Federation system is arguably the largest Jewish volunteer project in our history. The global network that reaches into homes, synagogues and schools is the same network that ensures Jews can be saved from warzones like Ukraine. For more than a hundred years, the Federation’s core annual campaigns have funded the global network between North American Jewry and the rest of the Jewish world. To date, the Federations have mobilized nearly 30 million dollars in relief funding with millions of more dollars flowing into the pipeline for this urgent need. However, many of us take this system for granted and it is only in times like these, when the system is truly needed, that we understand why the Federation asks for annual campaign dollars. As someone told me, “You can’t build the fire house during the inferno.” It is the yearly campaign that creates the infrastructure and levels of coordination that, when called upon, can move millions of dollars, set up massive refugee centers, supply temporary housing, trauma services, rail, road and air logistics. The fastest global response in Jewish history exists because of the organizational coordination of these vital organizations, funded through the Federation’s annual campaign year in and year out. It is only possible because we, as a Jewish community, have made the decision to act collectively.

It also needs to be said that none of this is possible without a strong and secure State of Israel. In one of our briefings, Danielle Mor, a representative of the Jewish Agency, shared with us a telegram from February 9, 1943, years before the State was born, when the smoke from the crematoria of the Holocaust blackened Europe’s sky. The London office of the Jewish Agency said that after intense negotiations with House of Commons and the Ottoman Empire, some 4,250 Jewish children could be brought to Palestine from Romania, Bulgaria and Hungary. But they could only be brought 50 at a time because Turkey would not allow more people to be processed through their immigration center. In addition, once the five-year immigration limit was achieved, His majesty’s government would cease the rescue operation. Knowing the fate of the Jewish population of Eastern Europe, the telegram closed by saying, “If nothing else is to be done, it would take 10 months to move the 5,000 children. This is totally inadequate.” In hindsight, these words are truly haunting. Some eighty years later, the Jewish Agency has, in less than three weeks, moved twice as many Jews to safety than it could in 10 months. Imagine if Israel had existed in 1939. How many trains could be filled taking Jews to ports and ships bound for Israel instead of death camps? It is only because of the global Jewish relationship, between Federation, its affiliates and Israel, and the work of many other organizations, that we can look at this moment and feel that “never again is now.”

The truth is that all of the world’s children are watching us. Our own children are watching us.

As we left the refugee center, we saw a red charter bus bound for somewhere — where, I do not know. I saw that the adults were sitting up front, while the kids, many of them, were sitting in the rear. I thought to myself, this might be the first time on their journey that mothers didn’t have to hold their children so close. Perhaps it’s because they made new friends, or maybe because they slept for the first time in days. It’s hard to know. A few looked at us and waved sheepishly and smiled. As the bus turned on to the main road, heading west, I knew the lives of these child refugees were being defined by this moment. But the truth is that all of the world’s children are watching us. Our own children are watching us. Our generation is defined by what we learned from the past, but also by how we are witnessed by our future. Under our children’s gaze we now stand. And how we act now will write the story of our time. I invite all of us to take action and lean into the Federation’s global system of mutual responsibility that our forebears created for us, and that we now have the privilege to pass on to our children.

Rabbi Noah Farkas is the President and CEO of the Jewish Federation of Greater Los Angeles.