Today, the Bund is largely forgotten. A century ago, though, a reader of this newspaper likely would have heard of it. It was, as Crabapple proves, the kind of movement leftists today dream about — political party, social movement, mutual aid group — with tens of thousands of members. The Bund published newspapers and ran soup kitchens and summer camps; its athletes competed in a socialist version of the Olympics. Bund activists organized across Eastern Europe and beyond — they helped elect a congressman on the Lower East Side.
From the group’s founding on the outskirts of the Russian Empire in 1897 through its painful disintegration, first in the Nazis’ ghettos and gas chambers and then with Israel’s rise, the Bund stood not just for socialism, but for do’ikayt — Yiddish for “hereness.” It meant, Crabapple writes, that “Jews had the right to live in freedom and dignity wherever it was they stood. They would fight for a better and more beautiful world, even alongside people they had been raised to see as enemies.” Working-class solidarity and a pride in cultural particularity. She calls it a kind of identity politics avant la lettre.
Crabapple comes to this fascinating material by way of a familiar device. It’s a bit of a trope in Jewish books to begin with a shoe box of grandma’s old papers that send the author racing backward into the 20th century. The point of departure here is a watercolor: “Itka the Bundist, Breaking Windows.” The painter was Crabapple’s great-grandfather Sam Rothbort, an artist born in Volkovysk, a small town in the Russian Empire’s Pale of Settlement. Down the rabbit hole she went.
And how deep. Crabapple is best known for her talents as an artist and illustrator. “Here Where We Live Is Our Country” is her first work of history. To write it, she didn’t just travel the blood-soaked lands where the Bund once held sway, or interview its members’ descendants. She even learned Yiddish. Her footnotes are dense with obscure pamphlets, newspapers and letters from Warsaw and Minsk.