On Friday night I said kaddish
(the Jewish mourner’s prayer) for Viktor Frankl, a man I never knew. Just
privately without announcing his name, because that would raise too many
questions.
Two years ago Facebook asked us to post “ten books that have
affected me.” Usually I have at least
heard of the books people mention, if not read them myself. My friend MM said her
list included Man’s Search for Meaning. How is it that I had never heard of this
book? Perhaps because part of its focus
is Frankl’s psychology theory, and I didn’t study psychology.
Finally, this summer, I got around to reading it. Light summer reading it is not!
The first part of the book describes his experience in Nazi
concentration camps and examines the psychology of what happens to prisoners in
those conditions. It’s a short book, 154
pages, but because of the subject matter, it’s not an easy book to get through.
Frankl describes the horrors that he went through in a way
that analyzes what is happening to him and the other prisoners. The prisoner’s psyche descends, as he enters
into that prison system of humiliation and death, from shock to apathy, an
“emotional death” of sorts. The struggle
to maintain a sense of self-respect became necessary for life itself.
Frankl’s theory of psychology, “logotherapy,” is derived
from the Greek word logos, “a Greek
word which denotes ‘meaning,’” according to Frankl. He contends that the primary driver of human
motivation is the search for meaning, rather than the search for pleasure or
power.
I remember two cases of would-be
suicide… Both used the typical argument – they had nothing more to expect from
life. In both cases it was a question of
getting them to realize that life was still expecting something from them;
something in the future was expected of them.
…. . A man who… knows the “why”
for his existence will be able to bear almost any “how.” (p. 88)
I am unqualified to judge Frankl’s theory of
psychology. But I can point out that in
the 1920s and 1930s, before the age of 30, Frankl was already working at
helping to prevent suicide.
1930 He
organizes a special counseling program at the end of the school term,
whereupon, for the first time in years, no student suicide occurs in
Vienna. www.viktorfrankl.org
With the invasion of the Nazis into Austria in 1938, Jews
were forbidden to treat non-Jewish patients.
1940 – 1942 He becomes director of the Neurological Department of the Rothschild
Hospital, a clinic for Jewish patients. In spite of the danger to his own life
he sabotages Nazi procedures by making false diagnoses to prevent the
euthanasia of mentally ill patients. www.viktorfrankl.org
In 1941, with full understanding of the fate that he faced,
he turned down an immigration visa to the US so that he could stay with his
aging parents. In 1942 he and his whole
family were arrested and taken to the camps.
His wife, unborn child, parents, brother and brother’s wife were
murdered in the Nazi camps. The only
other member of his family to survive was his sister, who had escaped to
Australia.
I was amazed to learn that after World War II, Viktor Frankl
chose to return to Vienna. He became the head of the Vienna Polyclinic
of Neurology. His second marriage was to
a practicing Catholic, so it was an interfaith marriage. He spent many years as a professor of
neurology and psychiatry, and was guest professor at a number of US
universities. He died in 1997 at the age
of 92.
So I, a Christian woman, said the Jewish mourner’s prayer
for him because he was a person who cared for and about others, in spite of
everything that happened to him. The
original title of his book was:
Nevertheless, Say "Yes" to Life:
A Psychologist Experiences the Concentration Camp
4 comments:
Thank you, Carolyn. I did not know any of this. I need to pick up that book soon.
I have heard of Viktor Frankl, but have not read his books. I might have a go! But I do know how many very brave men and women there were during World War 2. The names of the Concentration Camps, the hideous prisons, are all familiar to me. Several of the children in my class in (High) School were Jews who had escaped from Germany and Vienna before the start of the war. The Kaddish prayer is beautiful - I can see no reason why A Christian could not say it with love and conviction.
Wow. I've heard of him but didn't know his contribution. Thanks for educating me.
I love the fact and way that you chose to honor his life and memory. I recognize his name, but only in a "there will probably be three questions about him on the exam" kind of way- so not enough. I'll have to pick up the book.
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