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al samideanoj pasintaj kaj nuntempaj,

KORAN, VERDAN DANKON

to Esperantists past and present,

GREEN AND HEARTFELT THANKS

It is not down in any map; true places never are.

HERMAN MELVILLE, Moby-Dick

Author�s Note

Because I have used pseudonyms for most of the Esperantists

mentioned, I have reversed the usual practice of using asterisks to

indicate pseudonyms. Thus pseudonyms appear without asterisks,

and asterisks are reserved for actual names (at first mention).

Historical figures and cited authors are referred to by their actual

names, without asterisks.

All translations from Esperanto are my own, except where otherwise

indicated in the notes.

Introduction

On the muggy July afternoon when I visited the Okopowa Street

Cemetery, the dead Jews who�d slept on while the Nazis packed their

descendants into cattle cars bound for Treblinka were still asleep.

After hours tracking the contours of the Ghetto behind a detachment

of Israeli soldiers, I was relieved to be among the lush ferns, rusted

grilles, and mossy stones. Here and there, tipped and broken

monuments had settled where they�d fallen among yellow

wallflowers. In other sections, weeded, swept, and immaculately

tended, huge monuments incised with Hebrew characters bore a

heavy load of sculpted fruits, animals, priestly hands, and the tools

of trades. The stones were cool to the touch, amid a musky odor of

rotting leaves.

Among the largest monuments in the cemetery�the baroque

monument to the actor Ester Rachel Kami�ska; the porphyry stone

of writer I. L. Peretz; the ponderous granite tomb of Adam

Czerniak�w, who after pleading in vain for the lives of the Ghetto�s

orphans took his own�was a large sarcophagus. On top rested a

stone sphere the size of a bowling ball. Below a ledge of marble

chips planted with plastic begonias was a large mosaic, a sea-green

star with a white letter E at the center. Rays of blue, red, and white

flared out in all directions. It was gaudy and amateurish, awkward

in execution. The inscription read:

DOKTORO LAZARO LVDOVIKO ZAMENHOF KREINTO DE

ESPERANTO

NASKITA 15. XII. 1859. MORTIS 14. IV. 1917

Esperanto: I recalled one glancing encounter with it when I was

twenty-three, an American in self-imposed exile, living in a chilly

flat in London. The reign of Sid Vicious was about to be usurped by

Margaret Thatcher, and the pittance I earned in publishing was just

enough to buy standing room at Friday matinees and an occasional

splurge on mascara. My boyfriend, Leo, and I found a rock-bottom

price for a week in the Soviet Union; the only catch was that

January, the cheapest time of the year to go, was also the coldest: in

Moscow, 28 degrees Fahrenheit below; in Leningrad, a balmy zero.

Leo took his parka out of storage; I borrowed warm boots, a fake-fur

coat, and a real fur hat, and off we went. (In fact, I found it much

warmer in the Soviet Union than in London, at least inside�chalk

that up to central heating, which I could not afford.)

At the Hermitage, I wandered over to a large, amber-hued

painting labeled Рембрандт. Pembrandt?�no, Rembrandt. A

prodigal myself, I recognized it as a painting of the Prodigal Son, a

young man kneeling in the embrace of a red-caped patriarch. As I

drew closer to the supplicant, I noticed he had an admirer besides

me: a tall, slender woman about my age with wispy bangs, stylish

boots, and a brown wool coat. The previous day, a well-coiffed

Intourist guide had explained to me that there were three kinds of

women in Russia: women with fur hats, women with fur collars, and

�she paused for effect�women with no fur at all. Here was one of

the latter, and while I noted her furlessness, she greeted me in

Russian. �Привет.�

�Preevyet. Hello,� I said.

She smiled. �My name is Ekaterina, I am from Alma Ata. Where

are you from?� She seemed to be rummaging for more English

words, but after �Do you speak Esperanto?� the pantry was bare.

Laughing, I asked, �Fran�ais?� but she wasn�t joking.

�Ne, ne,� she said deliberately, her gray eyes narrowing, �Es-per-

AN-to.� One of us, I was sure, was ridiculous, but who? She,

speaking to me in a pretend language? I, ignorant of Russian,

Kazakh, and Esperanto, in my red Wellingtons, got up as

Paddington Bear? Even as we shook hands and parted ways, the

conversation was swiftly becoming an anecdote, a story to tell next

week at the Swan over a pint of bitter.

Twenty-five years later, with prodigal sons of my own, I stood at

what might have been, for all I knew, the grave of Esperanto itself,

and thought of Ekaterina. She�d be in her late forties now, her

forehead lined, her hair graying or, more likely, rinsed flame-red.

Still furless, she�d be stuck in a concrete high-rise in Alma Ata (now

Almaty), where years pass slowly, heaving their burdens of debt and

illness and worry. I wondered how Esperanto had journeyed from

Poland to Kazakhstan, how long it had endured, and who had

erected this monument. Who laid out this mosaic, chip by tiny chip�

men? women? both? Jews? Poles? Kazakhs? Where had they come

from, and when? And why such devotion to a failed cause, to the

quixotic dream of a universal language?

I didn�t know it then, but I would spend most of a decade trying

to find out.

* * *

The man who called himself Doktoro Esperanto (Doctor Hopeful)

was a modern Jew, a child of emancipation adrift between the

Scylla of anti-Semitism and the Charybdis of assimilation. Ludovik

Lazarus Zamenhof was born in 1859 in multiethnic Bia�ystok under

the Russian Empire, the son and grandson of Russian-speaking

language teachers. For a time, as a medical student in Moscow in

the 1870s, he had dreamed among Zionists, but dreams are fickle

things. His did not lead him to found a Jewish settlement in the

malarial swamps and rocky fields of Palestine. In fact, they led him

to dream of a Judaism purged of chosenness and nationalism; a

modern Judaism in which Jews would embrace�and, in turn, be

embraced by�like-minded others bent on forging a new

monotheistic ethical cult. He believed that a shared past was not

necessary for those determined to remake the world, only a shared

future�and the effort of his life was to forge a community that

would realize his vision.

Had Zamenhof been one of the great God-arguers, he�d have

taken God back to the ruins of Babel for a good harangue. God had

been rash (not to mention self-defeating) to ruin the human capacity

to understand, and foolish to choose one nation on which to lavish

his blessings and curses, his love and his jealousy. But Zamenhof was

not an arguer. Benign and optimistic, he entreated his

contemporaries, Jews and non-Jews alike, to become a people of the

future. And to help them to cross the gulfs among ethnicities,

religions, and cultures, he threw a plank across the abyss. As he

wrote in The Essence and Future of an International Language (1903):

Ludovik Lazarus Zamenhof, Doktoro Esperanto

[�sterreichische Nationalbibliothek]

If two groups of people are separated by a stream and

know that it would be very useful to communicate, and

they see that planks for connecting the two banks lie right

at hand, then one doesn�t need to be a prophet to foresee

with certainty that sooner or later a plank will be thrown

over the stream and communication will be arranged. It�s

true that some time is ordinarily spent in wavering and

this wavering is ordinarily caused by the most senseless

pretexts: wise people say that the goal of arranging

communication is childish, since no one is busy putting

planks across the stream�; experienced people say that

their progenitors didn�t put planks across the stream and

therefore, it is utopian; learned people prove that

communication can only be a natural matter and the

human organism can�t move itself over planks etc.

Nonetheless, sooner or later, the plank is thrown across.

In time, he hoped�and, against strong evidence, believed�that this

simple plank laid down by one man would become a bridge of

words.

With the tools of modernity�reason, efficiency, pragmatism�he

sanded down the plank till it was smooth; people would cross over

without getting splinters from irregular verbs or knotty idioms.

Then, unlike most language inventors, Zamenhof renounced the

privileges of a creator, without reneging on a creator�s duties to his

progeny. He is the only language inventor on record ever to cede his

language to its users, inviting them to take his rudimentary list of

roots, combine them with a handful of affixes, and invent words for

new things, new occasions. And where roots were not to hand,

Esperantists were by fiat free to invent new ones. It didn�t matter

whether the plank was thrown across a stream or an ocean; if one

were determined to cross, it would reach.

The �international language,� as Zamenhof initially called it, was

designed not to replace national languages but to be a second

language for the world. While earlier lingua francas, such as Greek,

Latin, and French, had issued from empires, Zamenhof invented a

language that would commit its users to transcend nationalism. Free

of imperial or national identity, Esperanto would serve neither

dogma nor nationalism nor arms nor money but the conscience and

reason of its users, who had determined to become a better people of

the future. Perhaps no dream of the century was more quixotic,

except for Zamenhof�s other dream: that human beings would,

decade after decade, choose this inheritance, treasure it, and expand

its expressive reach. And yet, for well more than a century and on

six continents, people have done, and still do.

Esperantists, even in their most practical moments, have always

dreamed of change, but they have not always shared the same

dream. Zamenhof�s �international language� has been used by

anarchists, socialists, pacifists, theosophists, Bah��s, feminists,

Stalinists, and even McCarthyites; as sociologist Roberto Garv�a puts

it, �Esperantists ended up speaking the same language, but not

dancing to the same music. �1 Ironically, while Esperantists were

often vague about what united them, totalitarians, fascists, and

Nazis were not; sooner or later, Esperanto would always be reviled

as a cosmopolitan, subversive movement inimical to nationalism

and tainted by its Jewish origins. As we shall see, a few Esperantists

made strange bedfellows with imperial powers, but sooner or later,

they were forsaken. And being forsaken by an empire, for

Esperantists, usually meant being banned, imprisoned, or shot.

When Esperantists confronted the dreams of Hitler and of two latter-

day Josephs�Stalin and McCarthy�the results were at best

perilous, at worst murderous.

But the story of Esperanto is also a story of fantastic resilience,

adaptation, and renovation. The early concept of the fina venko�the

final triumph of Esperanto as a world language�has died a

thousand deaths, most notably in 1922, when the League of Nations

remanded a proposal to teach Esperanto in schools to a marginal

committee on intellectual cooperation. Since then the ranks of the

finavenkistoj have steadily dwindled. During the Cold War era, in

place of the fina venko, Esperantists raised the banners of human

rights, pacifism, and nuclear disarmament. In 1980, a later

generation of Esperantists would officially renounce the fina venko,

declaring themselves to be an autonomous, diasporic culture. With

the Raumists, as they were called (after the Finnish town where they

convened), Esperanto�s universalist ideology was recast in a late-

twentieth-century sensibility, askew, decentered, and skeptical of

grand narratives altogether. Instead, the Raumists addressed

themselves to the well-being, culture, and development of the

Esperanto community, devoting time and attention to Esperanto in

exchange for all manner of satisfactions: social, psychologial,

ethical, political, aesthetic, intellectual, sexual�everything, that is,

except political power and financial gain.

When I mention my work on Esperanto, I�m often asked, �How

many people speak it?� I too, have asked this question, to which

some Esperantists have offered answers. Amanda, ex-president of

the Australian Esperanto Association, replies, �How many people

collect stamps? How long is a piece of string?� Others point me to

the website of the Universal Esperanto Association, which records

�hundreds of thousands, possibly millions,� in seventy countries. The

only estimate with academic prestige is that of the late

psycholinguist Sidney Culbert, who in 1989 put the number at

between one and two million. Still, as Culbert conceded, �the

tendency to overestimate the number of speakers of one�s own

language is not uncommon�; 2 this particular psycholinguist spoke

only Esperanto at home and drove a Honda bearing plates with the

greeting �SALUTON��Esperanto for �hello.� 3

The internet has augmented the number of learners, if not

speakers. The online lernu! course, between 2004 and 2016, chalked

up nearly twenty million visits to the site, and the Esperanto

Duolingo website, launched in 2015, boasted 333,000 members after

only ten months. How many Esperanto learners actually learn it

well enough to participate in the community, online or off, is

impossible to say; no doubt many take it up for the sheer fun of it,

with no thought to the community at all.

My favorite answer to the question �How many?� was offered by

Ad�l, a wry Hungarian teenager: �Sufiĉe!� she joked, meaning

enough to comprise a vibrant worldwide community�and enough

asking how many.

Esperantists may be hard to count, but they�re not hard to find.

On a recent bus tour of Central Asia, I had a free day in Samarkand.

It was late at night when a minute or two of web surfing revealed

an Esperantist within range: *Anatoly Ionesov, Director of the

International Museum of Peace and Solidarity, whom I had never

met. At 11:00 p.m., I emailed him; at 11:05 he invited me to meet

him the following morning. That day I spent sitting in the parlor

beside Anatoly and his wife, Irina, drinking tea at a table laden with

enough cakes, cookies, dried apricots, sweets, rolls, and marmalade

to feed a multitude. Anatoly oriented me to the museum: here were

forty years of disarmament posters; there, autographed photos with

peace greetings from Whoopi Goldberg, John Travolta, and Phil

Collins. He told me about learning Esperanto in the Russian army,

in Siberia; I told him about my travels in Cuba and Brazil. We

admired photos of each other�s children, and all the while, he was

fashioning tiny origami swans, which he gave me when we parted.

Strangers hours earlier, we embraced warmly, bona fide members of

what Zamenhof called la granda rondo familia�the great family circle

�of Esperantists.

When I returned to the group that evening, my companions all

asked the same question: �Did you speak in Esperanto?�

�If we hadn�t,� I said, �it would have been a very quiet

afternoon.�

�Then � it works?�

It works.

To convince them further, I could share a long email I just

received from a friend, tenderly announcing his new grandchild. He

wrote, in Esperanto, about how eager he was for his son to finish his

tour in the army; a spiritual crisis that happened while he was

reading the Book of Numbers; his ninety-five-year-old father,

shuttled back and forth from nursing home to hospital to rehab; a

nasty gust of wind that slammed a screen door on his finger; the X-

ray results (not definitive); the chances of receiving workers� comp

(not good); and the prospect of missing days of work (a mixed

blessing). Only a vibrant, living language could be equal to

rendering the nitty-gritty of a life, replete with aging parents,

children, and grandchildren; jobs and sick days; everyday fear and

everyday hope.

To make a census of Esperantists, even in the days when one had

to enroll or subscribe rather than simply click a mouse, was always a

fool�s errand. Today�s Esperantists are eastern and western;

northern and southern; men and women; students and retirees;

moderates and leftists; activists and homemakers; gay, straight, and

transgender. They come in more colors than the children on the

UNICEF box�who, if memory serves, are only peach, brown, gold,

and red.

Ad�l is right; enough asking �how many.� I spent seven years

among Esperantists not to count them but to listen to them. I

wanted to get beyond the pieties and the utopianism and find out

why real people choose this language, over others, to say what they

have to say. What I heard sometimes sounded like a cacophony of

voices, talking about ordinary, everyday things; universal harmony

is not the first idea that comes to mind. But listening over time, and

in so many places, I became convinced that these voices speak to

our moment.

Multiculturalism, which is the lifeblood of Esperanto, has acquired

prestige in our day as the last, best challenge to militaristic

nationalism and violent sectarianism. We live, as never before, in

the interstices between cultures, plying among a repertoire of

people and places. What do we know when we are multicultural?

That we may have different words for things; that there are ways

and ways of life; but that we all have bodies. We were all born; we

all will die. We make love, and some of us make children. How

difficult should it be, then, to remember we are all human? In many

parts of the world, it is very difficult, and since we live amid global

networks, with access to images and sounds occurring at the ends of

the earth, we live in those places, too. As I write these words,

schoolgirls in sub-Saharan Africa are being kidnapped and enslaved;

in the Middle East, the children of Abraham are lobbing rockets at

one another; ISIS is breaking the heart of Syria by cracking its

breastbone. Esperanto was invented not to teach us humanity, but to

allow us to practice it freely, as, where, and when we choose. And

where humanity is concerned it is hard to imagine a world more in

need of practice than ours.

�Only connect,� wrote E. M. Forster; ah, if it were just that easy.

But even now, in the Internet age, Esperanto is about connection,

not connectivity; about social life, not social networks. Esperanto

has no passwords. It is a homemade, open-access affair invented by

one man�an amateur in every sense of the word�and made

available to all. The Internet may point Esperanto toward a future

rather different from its past. But Esperanto reminds us why we

strove to make communication easier, faster, cheaper, and

ubiquitous. The Department of Defense may have wanted the

Internet for security; what the rest of us wanted was one another.

* * *

The monument in Warsaw, commissioned in 1921, is the work of

many hands. The winning design was submitted by Mieczys�aw Jan

Ireneusz Lubelski, a Polish sculptor, and the Scottish granite was

donated by the Esperantists of Aberdeen. Transport of the

monument from Scotland to Poland was paid for by the Warsaw

Monument Committee, with help from the Polish government, the

Jewish community of Warsaw, and the laborers, who worked for a

nominal fee. It was erected and dedicated in 1926; the mosaic

followed, but only after 97 percent of Warsaw�s 350,000 Jews had

been destroyed, Zamenhof�s two daughters and son among them.

The Esperantists returned to his tomb and did precisely what Jews

do at graves: place stones.

This book, however, is not a memorial. I did not write it to elegize

a bygone hope, to portray a quirky cult, or to roam a neglected

byway of modernity. I wrote this book to discover why Esperanto

has, unbelievably, beaten all the odds: competition from rival

language projects, two world wars, totalitarian regimes, genocidal

death factories, the nuclear arms race, and the emergence of

fundamentalist sectarianism�not to mention the juggernaut of

global English. The language-movement of Esperanto survives

because it addresses a particularly modern predicament: to negotiate

the competing claims of free individuals on the one hand, and on the

other, communities bound by values and traditions. Esperantists

reconcile liberalism and communitarianism by freely choosing a

tradition of ideals.

But as much as I respect Esperantists for making this choice, and

for the gorgeous language and culture they have made, they are also

the victims of their own mythology. Specifically, they uphold the

myth that Esperanto�s vaunted political neutrality (which has its

own unhandsome history) removes it from the arena of politics. On

the contrary, Esperanto is essential y political, as I have argued to

roomfuls of disconcerted Esperantists; it was created to enable

diverse peoples to talk not only past their differences but also about

them. Zamenhof envisioned multiethnic cities, states, and continents

�indeed, a multiethnic world�using Esperanto for the sake of

reconciliation and harmony. I want to honor the achievement and

longevity of Esperanto, but even more to herald its untapped

potential to bring us closer to political justice. Esperanto�s greatest

power of all is to be powerless and yet to compel us to move from

bafflement to understanding, from conflict to resolution.

Bridge of Words began as a biography of Zamenhof, who, like the

subject of my biography Emma Lazarus, was a modern Jew of the

pogrom-ridden 1880s, trying to steer a course between universalism

and particularism. But because Zamenhof gave his universal

language to its users, Esperanto is their creation, too. Hence this

book is a biography of Esperanto�s collective creators, the Esperanto

community, and a report from its trenches. And like the universal

language, a hybrid of several tongues, this book is a hybrid of

cultural history and memoir. Each of the four parts pairs a historical

narrative with a memoir of my sojourns, visits, on five continents,

among samideanoj�which is how Esperantists refer to one another,

invoking the commonality of vague �same-idea-ness.�

The Esperanto world is a place where minds are changed, and

mine was no exception. As the memoirs in this book will show,

encountering hundreds of Esperantists in far-flung places was also

an encounter with myself. What I realized, during the seven years I

spent speaking the language of �the hoping one,� was how keenly I

needed to infuse my life with hope. And living in the universal

language, among people from distant countries, I realized that I had

failed to understand�and make myself understood by�those closest

to me. Esperanto brought me to a reckoning with the choices I had

made and those I had yet to make. Had I predicted, when I began

this project, the course my future would take, I�d have been very

wrong. Regarding the future of Esperanto I am no prophet either,

but of one thing I am sure: there will be no fina venko, when the

whole world is speaking Esperanto. But Esperanto does not need to

succeed in the future. It has already done so in the present, a human

creation that is rare and valuable, and the intimation of a better

world.

PART ONE

THE DREAM OF A UNIVERSAL

LANGUAGE

1. Zamenhof�s Babel

My friend Michael was reading galleys of his new book when an

email arrived.

Dear Sir,

I am the proud translator of your book into Swedish. I

have two questions (there will be more, I promise!):

1) �She had as much success reading The Cat in the Hat

as she would a CAT scan.� The book The Cat in the Hat is

translated into Swedish, so far so good, with the title

�Katten i Hatten� which is almost the same. A CAT scan

however is a �datortomografi� or �skiktr�ntgen��no cats in

sight. I thought of exchanging the CAT scan for �hattiska

hieroglyfer��Hatti hieroglyphs��they should be pretty

hard to read! But then we have to shift the resemblance

from �CAT-Cat scan� to �Hat-Hatti.� Or would you prefer

something more technical and CAT scanny?

2) When you come home and find the knives �behind a

set of rarely used dishes,� are these some kind of plates or

more like bowls?

Best wishes,

Anders

The email made Michael anxious. He imagined his Swedish

readers coming upon �Hatti hieroglyphs,� lowering the book, and

staring into the middle distance, where they would find, as Anders

put it, �no cats in sight.� With cats become hats, scans become

hieroglyphs, and dishes become plates or even bowls, was this still

his book? �If only,� Michael said wistfully, �I had written the book

in Esperanto.�

His assumption, of course, was that Esperanto was invented to be

a universal language that would put us all beyond translation, and I

can see why he thought so: it�s an ancient dream, the dream of

reversing the curse of Babel and restoring us to some lost capacity to

understand language perfectly. But to put us �beyond translation� is

decidedly not the project of Esperanto. Instead of deeming language

to be compromised by its humanity, Zamenhof placed his confidence

in human beings: both in their will toward understanding and in

their recognition that understanding, at the best of times, is a

fraught endeavor. A language of collective invention, he believed,

would be far more likely to succeed than a language closely held,

meted out, or even ostentatiously bestowed by its inventor. In fact,

the more users coined new words, the more likely the language was

to be widely used and cherished, for each new word traced a

crossing from one language to another. Esperanto was invented not

to transcend translation, but to transact it.

By aligning universal understanding with the future rather than

the past, Zamenhof broke with the West�s central myth of linguistic

difference: the story of the Tower of Babel. Though biographers

Ren� Centassi and Henri Masson dubbed Zamenhof �the man who

defied Babel,� Zamenhof knew that to defy Babel was folly. For

Zamenhof, Babel was not a curse to be reversed, but the mythic

elaboration of an epistemological problem: how can we know the

meaning of another person�s utterance, whatever language they

happen to speak?

Zamenhof was not only an acute reader of Genesis; he also spent

most of a decade translating the entire Hebrew Bible into Esperanto,

completing it only three years before his death. If Zamenhof doubted

that there existed a unitary world language before Babel, he would

have found the biblical evidence on his side. I don�t simply mean the

long chapter on human diversity�the �table of nations� (Genesis

10)�that immediately precedes the story of Babel. I want to suggest

that even in the Garden of Eden story, the notion of an original,

universal language is at best dubious.

Chapter 1 of Genesis represents both divine and human speech,

and while God and Adam seem to understand one another�no one

asks for translation or expresses befuddlement�what each does with

language is clearly different. God creates with it, Adam names with

it, and their languages differ as much as �Let there be light� differs

from �You�re a lemur.� Even the appearance of mutual

understanding may be deceptive; after all, God uses the word �die�

in a deathless world without bothering about being understood. And

while the biblical redactor is noncommittal about whether the

humans understood their God, the poet John Milton in Paradise Lost

was unequivocal: they did not because � how could they?

This occlusion of understanding may be why there is only a

modicum of conversation in Eden, very little of it quoted. For

example, whether Eve actually speaks to Adam is anyone�s guess,

since she is never directly quoted in conversation with him. After

Eve eats the fruit, the doings that follow�sharing the fruit, donning

leaves, hiding out�occur speechlessly, in a quick dumbshow of

shame that ends in the first rhetorical question: �Where are you?�

God asks, and the ensuing duet of inquisition and blame isn�t much

of a conversation either. In the cascade of divine curses�on man,

on woman, on serpent�speech travels in one direction, from power

to powerlessness, and after Adam renames �the woman� Eve

(Genesis 3:20), he will never name anything again, ceding the

naming of his sons to their mother. At best, Edenic conversation is a

lopsided affair; at worst, it�s sabotaged, whether by divine

commandment or serpentine deception.

By the time we reach the story of Babel in Genesis 11, whether

God and humans speak the same language is almost beside the

point; they barely speak to one another. After the flood, when the

smoke from Noah�s sacrifice rises, God, for the first time, can be

heard muttering to himself: �for the imagination of man�s heart is

evil from his youth� (Genesis 8:21). What takes God by surprise, in

the Babel story, is that humans have connived to do something in

concert and on their own initiative. After the fiasco in the garden

and the fratricide in the field, after all the quotidian murders, rapes,

and betrayals, one wouldn�t have thought so: �And they said, Go to,

let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven;

and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the

face of the whole earth� (Genesis 11:4). Their project�manifold and

complex, like so many human undertakings�was hotly debated by

the rabbis of the Talmud. Some apologized for Babel�s builders,

whose aim, they reasoned, was to climb up and slit the tent of

heaven where another unjust flood awaited innocent and guilty

alike. Other rabbis staunchly defended God. For them, the builders

were a concatenation of sinners with various motives: to colonize

heaven, to worship idols, to lay siege to the kingdom of God. And

accordingly, they argued, God meted out fierce punishments to the

builders, some of whom were turned to apes and others to

phantoms.

But perhaps the rabbis overlooked a different provocation:

And the LORD came down to see the city and the tower,

which the children of men builded. And the LORD said,

Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language;

and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be

restrained from them, which they have imagined to do. Go

to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that

they may not understand one another�s speech. (Gen. 11:5-

What exactly was their offense? This was not the first time human

beings �imagined� evil plans repugnant to God. In Genesis 6, when

the �sons of God came in unto the daughters of men,� he�d conceded

that �the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and � every

imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually�

(Genesis 6:5). What was new to Babel was the builders� plan to

�make us a name,� for to name oneself is to usurp a divine

prerogative. And since the punishment at Babel was to avenge the

human will to �make � a name� for oneself, God doomed each of

the builders to speak only unto himself�to speak without being

understood by another. God might have punished the builders of

Babel by constraining the power to build, to rule, or to go to war,

but he did not. Nor did God ram unintelligible phonemes into their

mouths. Instead, having direly misestimated the power of human

conversation, God blunted the human capacity to understand others

and to elicit understanding.

In fact, the biblical narrative says nothing about the

multiplication and dispersal of languages. The proverbial name for

the story, from the Middle Ages on, is �the confusion of tongues�

(confusio linguarum), not �the diffusion of tongues.� In fact, the

Hebrew word for �language� (safah, a lip rather than a tongue) is

always singular in the story, as it is in the Latin Vulgate and the

English King James Version. The �curse of Babel� renders all

language as opaque as if it were what we call �foreign� language,

and though �the same language and the same words� spoken at the

beginning are spoken after the tower falls, translation has become

necessary, even for speakers of the same tongue. If mortality is what

it is like to live after Eden, misunderstanding�to speak perpetually

in need of translation�is what it is like to live after Babel.

But the ruin of understanding was only one consequence of Babel.

After destroying the tower, the builders� hedge against being

�scattered abroad,� God scattered them throughout the world. What

better way to punish their arrogation of peoplehood for themselves,

their choice to be a people? To give God his due here, we can

imagine God�s weariness, his exasperation with humanity. �I will

never understand them,� God might have thought. �I made them

Eden, they sinned; I dried up the flood and they sinned again. Twice

I filled their lungs with heaven and twice they spent my breath in

evil. I have tried twice, twice, to make humans.

�Now I will make Israel.�

When God renamed Abram Abraham, the curse of Babel was

complete; with one carefully interpolated syllable, an idolator�s son

became the first Israelite. God�s crowning revenge on the builders of

Babel was the choice of Israel, and there, on Israel, God�s attention

rested, leaving the rabbis of the Talmud to finish off the builders of

Babel. Which they most certainly did, declaring �the generation of

the scattered� personae non gratae in the world to come.

The Tower of Babel story is not only a myth of misunderstanding;

it is also a myth of the diaspora as an existential condition. From the

Babel myth, Zamenhof intuited that the perpetual impulse of

humans to stake �a name for themselves� on a piece of territory

only compounded the problem of misunderstanding. And while

Zamenhof accepted misunderstanding as part of the human

condition, he refused to accept its human costs: lives lost to

tribalism, anti-Semitism, and racism; pogroms just yesterday and

perhaps a war of empires tomorrow. Instead, he set about to

convince misunderstood and scattered human beings that they had

the capacity, without divine intervention, to understand one another

better by joining together not over land, not over a tower, but over

language. (Even the people Israel, he pointed out on numerous

occasions, were now among the scattered, and if they were going to

claim any authentic, modern identity, they, too, needed to take the

matter of language into their own hands.) Perhaps the language of

Adam was given by God, but the language that would rescue Adam�s

and Eve�s heirs from their worst impulses would be a very human

thing.

2. West of Babel

Zamenhof�s radically humanist revision of the �curse� of Babel sets

him apart from the history of language invention in Western

Europe, where Babel�s curse was taken to be the doom of linguistic

difference. To reverse this �curse� was not only to dream of

language which was divine and perfect; it was also to dream of

human beings capable of perfect understanding�beings who are

different from us.

The most audacious of those who sought to reverse the �curse� of

Babel yearned for God�s own language, for words empowered to

speak the universe into being. Others imagined secret, esoteric

languages that were the preserve of initiates: kabbalistic acrostics,

numerology, and anagrams; the gnostic �magic languages� of

Paracelsus and the Rosicrucians; the divine �signatures� perceived in

nature by the seventeenth-century German mystic Jacob Boehme.

Still others invented devices, symbols, and meta-languages designed

to mediate between human beings and the words they failed to

grasp. Umberto Eco�s The Search for the Perfect Language surveys a

millennium of such inventions, among them that of Ramon Llull (ca.

1230�1315), a Franciscan who asked himself what language might

best propound the truth of Scripture to infidels. 1 Starting with

logical propositions rather than glyphs and words, Llull selected

nine letters and four figures, combined them into questions,

compounded questions into subjects, and multiplied subjects into

propositions. Using only these elements and the engine of

combination, Llull�s Ars Magna purported to generate 1,680 logical

propositions, a repertoire from which one might choose a few key

points to which an infidel would, without translation, necessarily

consent. Such propositions would have a kind of liquidity from

culture to culture, on which the truth could skip like a stone. By

�truth,� of course, Llull meant his truth, not the infidel�s. That Llull

died at the hands of the Saracens may suggest that something more

than revelation was lost in translation.

In the early modern period, language needed to do more than

propound truths; it needed to translate a host of others to European

interlopers in Asia, Africa, and the Americas�merchants and

governors as well as missionaries. Llull�s Saracen �infidel� was

displaced by the Chinese, Hindus, Native Americans, and Africans.

Polyglot Bibles became the model for massive polyglot dictionaries

called polygraphies. The frontispiece of Cave Beck�s Universal

Character of 1657 features a table around which three men in various

national costumes are seated: a Dutch burgher, a mustachioed and

turbaned Indian, and an African in a toga. On the right stands a

native of the New World in a grass skirt and a Carmen Miranda�

esque headpiece, who salutes in the universal sign for �Hey, no

problem!� His long spear, its tip resting idly on the floor, is

conspicuously flaccid, to assure us that he�s checked his aggression at

the door.

Meanwhile, the printing press, less than a century after its

invention, scattered projects and programs for language reform all

over Europe, many of which had germinated in newly emerging

scientific societies. After the restoration of the British monarchy in

1660, several members of the new �Royal Society of London for the

Improvement of Natural Knowledge� were spurred to invention by

the legacy of Sir Francis Bacon (1561�1626). Bacon�s profound

intuition, as he put it in The Advancement and Proficience of Learning

(1605), was that �words are the footsteps of reason��written, not

spoken, words. Bacon held that written words could do more than

simply refer to speech; they could refer directly to thought itself.

Though Zamenhof was an autodidact when it came to philosophy

and linguistics, his invention of roots that referred to ideas rather

than words is remarkably consonant with Bacon�s call for the

invention of �real characters.�

Thus with Bacon, philosophical rather than divine truth became

the desideratum of language projects. Invoking Chinese ideograms,

arbitrary signs that �expresse neither Letters, nor Words, but Things,

and Notions,� Bacon imagined characters that would represent

thoughts with a philosophical rigor exceeding that of words.

Moreover, Bacon believed Chinese characters to be universally

legible among the peoples of Asia. Not only would �real characters�

mean the same thing to one Briton and her neighbor; they would

also be legible to people speaking different tongues�in fact, to all

peoples and nations. The use of �real characters,� in short, would

grant Europe what Bacon believed Asia already had: a way of

communicating without resort to translation, with characters that

could be entrusted to convey thought itself. What Bacon didn�t

realize was that legibility across cultures did not imply that

characters were understood identically among cultures. As soon as

characters were interpreted as words, their philosophical purity was

compromised.

Such was the problem with the boldest attempt to answer Bacon�s

call, that of John Wilkins (1614�1672), the first secretary of the

Royal Society (and Oliver Cromwell�s brother-in-law). Wilkins was a

man of large ambitions, undertaking to develop a comprehensive,

�pansophic� system of knowledge. Devoting five years to his

pansophic obsession, Wilkins tried to tabulate all knowledge in the

form of concept trees split by distinctions based on sensory data. In

the case of animals, his taxonomies are recondite but effective; but

to define tickling via rigorous concept trees was another story.

Tickling, in Wilkins�s view, was a titillation (rather than a piercing)

entailing �dissipation of the spirits in the softer parts by a light

touch� (as opposed to �distention or compression of parts� or

�obstruction in nerves or muscles�), and which while light is

nonetheless painful (unlike actions that �satisfy appetites�), and

which is a corporeal action addressed to �sensitive bodies� (as

opposed to �vegetative� or �rational� ones), an action absolute

(rather than relative) and peculiar to living creatures (as opposed to

an action imitative of the gestures of creatures).

In Wilkins�s Essay Towards a Real Character and a Philosophical

Language�a tome measuring two feet by one foot��real characters�

finally appear in Section III. Here Wilkins rendered in strange

glyphs each of the ultimate terms in his branching tables. To rocket

language beyond ambiguity, he invented a script that looked like

squadrons of tiny antennaed spaceships. The problem was that there

were 2,030 distinct characters, so that to use them would require

prodigious feats of memory. As a work-around, Wilkins then

represented each glyph by combinations of letters. �For instance,�

he wrote, �If (De) signifie Element then (Deb) must signifie the first

difference; which (according to the Tables) is fire: and (Debά) will

denote the first Species, which is Flame. (Det) will be the first

difference under that Genus, which is Appearing Meteor; (Detά) the

first Species, viz. Rainbow; (Deta) the second, viz. Halo.� But loading

each letter with such a huge burden of information was dangerous;

stuff happens, including misprints. For example, if my son writes to

me about his �psythology� instead of �psychology� paper, chances

are I�ll chalk it up to a late night out, but if Wilkins�s �Deb� appears

in lieu of �Det,� we�re dealing with a meteor instead of a fire.

The pitfall of Wilkins�s Essay is not the multiplicity of characters;

it�s the multiplicity of words. Heaping up terms to make precise

categories and heaping up categories to make precise distinctions,

Wilkins delivered heaps and heaps of words, not universal ideas.

Moreover, tall stacks of words were left off the tables; an appendix

includes a dictionary of some fifteen thousand English words keyed

to the tables by synonyms and periphrases. In Wilkins�s system,

there was even a metaphor particle that magically transformed any

word into a figure of speech��dark,� for example, into �mystical. �2

Figures within characters, characters within universes, wheels within

wheels.

Wilkins�s very public failure to invent a language purely of ideas

provoked extreme responses. On one hand, the German philosopher

and mathematician Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz (1646�1716) sought a

method for producing knowledge rather than organizing, defining,

and representing it. His caracteristica were designed to reckon with

truths as one would with numbers, to conduct ratiocination by

means of numerical ratios. And with such a calculus, blind to the

particular propositions being manipulated, Leibniz claimed the

power to put truths to the test, and even to discover new ones. On

the other hand, Jonathan Swift (1667�1745), in Gul iver�s Travels

(1726), skewered the idea of a �Universal Language to be

understood in all civilized Nations.� In the Academy of Lagado,

Gulliver encounters �a Scheme for entirely abolishing all Words

whatsoever;� that since Words are only Names for Things, it would

be more convenient for all Men to carry about them, such Things as

were necessary to express the particular Business they are to

discourse on.� �I have often,� continues the empiricist Gulliver,

�beheld two of those Sages almost sinking under the Weight of their

Packs, like Pedlars among us; who, when they met in the Streets,

would lay down their Loads, open their Sacks, and hold

Conversation for an Hour together; then put up their Implements,

help each other to resume their Burthens, and take their Leave.�

Leibniz envisioned a shining steel language of logic beyond the

stain of things; Swift satirized a bulky language of things beyond the

trammels of logic. At the end of the dream of a universal language

without misunderstanding lies a language without words.

3. A World of Words

By the end of the seventeenth century, the British philosopher John

Locke (1632�1704) delivered a death blow to philosophical language

projects. For Locke, the notion of words (or characters) with

transparent, universal meanings was worse than a fantasy: �It is a

perverting the use of words,� Locke wrote, �and brings unavoidably

obscurity and confusion into their signification, whenever we make

them stand for anything but those ideas we have in our minds.�

Locke�s stark, uncompromising theory of language in his Essay

Concerning Human Understanding (1690) sapped words of all their

power: the power to infallibly represent and refer, the power to

convey one person�s ideas to another, above all, their power to

propound and compound knowledge.

Wilkins and Locke are divided by the watershed between ancient

and modern views of language. Where Wilkins had been invested in

the notion of a divine �curse� of Babel, Locke grounded the human

capacity to understand (or misunderstand) language in God-given

liberty. �Every man has so inviolable a liberty to make words stand

for what ideas he pleases,� 3 wrote Locke, that no one could possibly

evoke his own ideas in another�s mind. In Locke�s view, such mental

�liberty� is rarely disruptive of communication when dealing with

simple ideas; but when it came to moral ideas �concerning honour,

faith, grace, religion, church &c.,� 4 one was as likely to

misunderstand a term in one�s own tongue as in a foreign one: �If

the sounds they applied to one idea were such as by the hearer were

applied to another � [there would be] two languages.� 5

Locke approached this predicament as a trial for society rather

than as a conundrum for consciousness. Human beings, he observed

empirically, were willing to forgo the radical liberty of language in

favor of convention and conformity, entering into a sort of linguistic

social contract. Speakers of a language were to avoid abusing words

(especially as metaphor, which he libeled, famously, a �perfect

cheat�); otherwise �men�s language will be like that of Babel, and

every man�s words, being intelligible only to himself, would no longer

serve to conversation and the ordinary affairs of life� (my italics). It

was for a novelist, Laurence Sterne, to reveal both the darkness and

the comedy in Locke�s vision, suspending his characters in Tristram

Shandy (1759�1767) between �hobby-horse� solipsism and dire

miscommunication. When the amorous, anxious Widow Wadman

asks Uncle Toby where he was injured during the Siege of Namur,

Uncle Toby does not point to his mauled groin. Instead, he builds

her a scale model of the battlefield and points to a bridge.

Where?� There.

After Locke, the era of the a priori language project�a

philosophically rigorous language created from whole cloth�gave

way to reformist a posteriori projects, which involved rationalizing

existing languages. Such projects were abetted by a new interest in

discovering a �universal grammar,� residing deep within existing

languages; this, in turn, prompted the development of �laconic,�

pared-down, grammars of European languages. By 1784, a

rationalized, regularized French was disseminated in Count Antoine

de Rivarol�s �On the Universality of the French Language.� In the

glare of the French Enlightenment, language became the spear of

reason, renovation, and revolution, and the ensuing revolutionary-

Napoleonic period became a crucible for the power of language to

remake the social order. Not only were monuments, streets, towns,

and playing cards renamed; so were the seasons, the months, and

the days of the week. Those named for kings�the Louises and Lerois

�took the names of Roman liberators. 6

But whereas in France language was coopted for reason and

revolution, German thinkers of the Counter-Enlightenment regarded

language as an inherited armor against reason�s ruthlessness.

Language, since it evolved in tandem with historical, environmental,

and racial factors, was culturally particular. Yet, as Giambattista

Vico had argued in the New Science of 1725, language was also

universal, insofar as it evolved in all cultures according to universal

patterns. Wilhelm von Humboldt (1767�1835) believed that

language shaped the entire worldview of particular cultures; while

Johann Gottfried Herder (1744�1803) held language as the means

by which the Volk would shape its destiny. That language and

culture were utterly enmeshed suggested to Humboldt a pair of

looming dangers: language could not only estrange us from one

another; it could also be used to injure people and damage whatever

they held dear. 7

4. A �Vexed Question of Paternity�

The late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries saw the rise of

nationalist language movements in Italy, Hungary, and Poland.

Such projects inspired Zamenhof�s sense that language could be

assigned a moral mission, though, as Garv�a has noted, his

interethnic purpose was diametrically opposed to nationalism. 8 In

fact, proponents of these movements of national revival viewed the

notion of an international language with suspicion and distaste. As

the Italian poet Giacomo Leopardi (1798�1837) put it, a universal

language would be �the most enslaved, impoverished, timid,

monotonous, uniform, arid and ugly language ever � incapable of

beauty of any type, totally uncongenial to imagination.� 9 In France,

Antoine Destutt de Tracy (1754�1836) warned against the desire for

a universal language, conjuring a jejune, homogeneous intellectual

life centered on an ossified authority. 10 Behind all these misgivings

is the menacing specter of a universal language driven by the

exigencies of imperial power.

By the middle decades of the nineteenth century, Napoleon�s

imperial adventure, having laid new networks of communication

and transportation, had given rise to new international bodies and

protocols for international trade and research. The Encyclop�distes�

efforts to make language more effective and efficient now took root

in France and spread to Germany, Scandinavia, and Italy. Not since

the seventeenth century had so much time and energy been spent on

language building. The first scholarly study of invented languages,

published in Paris in 1903, surveys thirty-eight projects, almost all of

them a posteriori �improvements� on existing European languages.

In the spring of 1879, a night of insomnia gave rise to Volap�k,

the first invented language to capture the imagination of thousands;

perhaps tens of thousands. Volap�k�s inventor, a German Catholic

priest named Johann Martin Schleyer (1831�1912), claimed he�d

received the language in a vision from God. Schleyer�s claim

notwithstanding, the design of Volap�k was anything but divine; in

fact, designed for and embraced by an elite, it was effete, feeble,

and very difficult to master. The first problem was phonetic. Aiming

for a universally pronounceable alphabet, Schleyer changed the

letter r to l, ostensibly to benefit the Chinese, yet it soon emerged

that Japanese speakers had problems pronouncing l. Deformations

of familiar phonemes soon became fodder for satire. In 1887, a

skeptical commentator for the New York Times wrote:

It may startle the reader � to learn that he is a melopel

[American] who is perusing his morning p�p [paper]

unaware of the true state of his case.� He may have come

across the Atlantic from Yulop [Europe] or have smuggled

himself and his pigtail into California after a month�s

voyage from Sin�n [China].� In any case, his daduk

[education] is sure to be incomplete, since he is not

proficient in Volap�k. 11

But Schleyer�s phonetics were only one problem; another was that

his words were inflected with a myriad of endings. With its endlessly

morphing verbs, whose endings indicated tense (including six

conditional tenses), number, mood, voice, and sometimes gender,

Volap�k entered the realm of absurdity. That a single verb might

take 505,440 different forms12 became, for Volap�k�s detractors,

proof of its lunacy. As the late Donald Harlow, former president of

the Esperanto League of North America, once put it, the problem

with Volap�k was that it had �more verb forms than speakers.� 13

Johann Schleyer, the inventor of Volap�k

[�sterreichische Nationalbibliothek]

As Garv�a has shown, Volap�k clubs sprang up within a narrow

demographic of male, educated, German-speaking Catholics, and its

membership never diversified. 14 Attaining any fluency in the

language seems to have been optional; German, not Volap�k, was

the lingua franca of the congresses of 1884 and 1887. Within a

decade of its inception, the movement foundered while Schleyer

bickered with reformists in his ersatz academy, contesting the notion

that Volap�k might be used in commercial settings. 15 The dissonance

between Schleyer�s account of passively receiving the language from

God and his harshly proprietary behavior did not go unremarked. In

1907, the historian W. J. Clark mused on the debacle as a �vexed

question of paternity�: �This child � was it a son domiciled in its

father�s house�? Or a ward in the guardianship of its chief

promoters? Or an orphan foundling, to be boarded out on the

scattered-home system at the public expense? �16

5. Lingvo Internacia

Meanwhile, in Warsaw, a young man about to father his own

language was watching the rise and fall of Volap�k closely. The son

of emancipated Jews who retained strong ties to the Jewish

community, Ludovik Lazarus Zamenhof hailed from Bia�ystok, a

�Babel of languages,� in which Russians jostled Poles; Poles,

Germans; and everyone, Jews, since they made up about 70 percent

of the population. Multilingualism was not the preserve of the

educated; it was the way one bought eggs, greeted policemen,

prayed, and gossiped with coreligionists. At the same time,

Zamenhof grew up convinced that linguistic difference lay at the

root of interethnic animosity, and before he was out of his teens he

had set out to fashion an auxiliary language for peoples crammed

together in multiethnic cities, for ethnically diverse nation-states,

and for the growing number of organizations designed to modernize

commercial relations among countries.

An 1896 letter from Zamenhof to his friend Nikolai Borovko is

Esperanto�s own Book of Genesis; it tells a story not of making but

of unmaking. Like the proverbial Indian wood carver who sculpted

elephants by �removing everything that is not elephant,� Zamenhof

crafted Esperanto by turning language over in his hand and then

paring it away to an austere simplicity. In a bid for rigor and

economy, he at first tried out a conceptual grid much like that of

John Wilkins, denoting concepts by letters and combining them in

easily pronounced phonemes. To express the eleven-letter interparoli

(to speak one to another), he ventured the two-letter syllable �pa�:

�Therefore, I simply wrote the mathematical series of the shortest,

but easily-pronounced combinations of letters, and to each gave the

meaning of a definite word (for example, a, ab, ac, ad,�ba, ca, et

cetera).� But unlike Wilkins, Zamenhof tested the scheme on himself

and, finding that it made prolific demands on the memory, aborted

it. His watchwords were simplicity and flexibility. He had already

rejected the idea of reviving Greek or Latin, convinced that a truly

international language had to be neutral, nonethnic, and

nonimperial; in other words, a language that did not yet exist. While

he was inventing conjugations, he encountered the comparative

simplicity of English grammar: �I noticed then that the plenitude of

grammatical forms is only a random historical incident, and isn�t

linguistic necessity.� 17 In short order, Zamenhof simplified his

grammar-in-progress to a brief document of a few pages. For verbs

in the present indicative, he used a single ending: Mi kuras, li kuras�

simpler, in fact, than English (I run; he runs)�avoiding Volap�k�s

overinflection of verbs. There would be no distinction between

singular and plural verbs: mi kuras (I run) and ili kuras (they run)�

simpler than French (je cours but ils courent). Except in reference to

persons, personal pronouns, and professions, there would be no

distinction between masculine and feminine subjects.

Zamenhof collated his lexicon of nine hundred roots mainly from

Romance languages, German, English, and Russian; conjunctions

and particles he culled from Latin and Greek. When in doubt, he

favored Latin roots: �house� was dom-; �tree,� arb-; �night,� nokt-. To

attain wordhood, a root simply donned a final vowel, a sort of team

jersey identifying it as a specific part of speech. Nokt- with an -o

ending joined the noun team: �night.� With an -a ending it joined

the adjective team: nokta, as in �night-hour�; and with an -e ending,

the adverb team: nokte, meaning �by night,� et cetera. It could even

join the ranks of verbs, as in the compound tranokti (to sleep over).

Like Schleyer, Zamenhof relied on a system of affixes for word

building, though he attributed this element to an epiphany he�d had

about commercial signs: the suffix -skaja was used on both a porter�s

lodge and a candy shop. In Esperanto, for instance, the prefix ek-

(begin, or start), added to the verb lerni (to learn), gives us eklerni,

�to begin to learn,� as in Kiam vi eklernis Esperanton? (When did you

start to learn Esperanto?) Suffixes, like cabooses, also extend the

reach of words: the suffix -aĵo (a thing), added to manĝi (to eat),

gives us manĝaĵo (food); the suffix -ejo, manĝejo (dining hall). Some

affixes, taking noun, adjective, or adverb endings, can become free-

standing words: ilo, a tool or device; or male, �on the contrary.�

Strung together, affixes sometimes offer gains in concision, but at

the same time create clunky polysyllabic words. The early poets in

the language regarded the prefix mal, meaning �the opposite of,� as

the verbal equivalent of ankle-weights, and over time many mal-

words�such as malsanulejo, literally, �a place-for-unwell-people��

have been bested by lithe competitors, such as hospitalo. Yet many

affix clusters have survived, incurring affection and loyalty precisely

because their Esperantic origins are so obvious.

Despite the prestige of Esperantism in the construction of new

words, Zamenhof placed a premium on the internationalism of his

lexicon. A century and a half before digital algorithms emerged to

assess the internationalism of a word, 18 Zamenhof used his own

multilingualism and a stack of dictionaries to accomplish the task.

To combine words from distinct European languages must have

seemed natural, too, to a speaker of Yiddish. It was not Volap�k but

Yiddish, a mongrel of Germanic, Semitic, and Slavic words, on which

Zamenhof modeled his international language. (Apart from the

interrogative Nu and the exclamatory Ho ve!, however, there are few

overt borrowings from Yiddish; some speculate that edzino

��wife��derives from the Yiddish rebbetzin, a rabbi�s wife.)

What had happened to Yiddish over a millennium, in mass

migrations of Jews from Western to Eastern Europe and back,

Zamenhof would try to recapitulate within his new, international

language. The percentage of Slavic words in Esperanto and Yiddish

is similar (15 percent). But whereas the ratio of Germanic to

Romance words in Yiddish is more than three to one, this

relationship is reversed in Esperanto. Zamenhof had already spent

several years trying to modernize Yiddish, but with Esperanto, he

found another, better way to recast Yiddish as a modern language. It

was as if he wrapped Yiddish in a chrysalis, where its medieval

German metamorphosed into French modernity. When it emerged, it

would have shed forever its ancient Hebraicism. And as we shall see,

it was Esperanto, rather than his romanized Yiddish, that Zamenhof

would offer up as a modern language for emancipated Jews.

Still, the early practice of cobbling words together instead of

borrowing them inoculated the infant language from the antibodies

of the world�s dominant languages. These days, when so-called

�international� words are invariably drawn from English, the

Akademio de Esperanto has rigorously resisted the anglicization of

Esperanto. The Internet, for example, is not interneto but interreto,

using the Esperanto word for �net� (reto); a computer is a komputilo,

using the Esperantic suffix for a tool or device; a website is a retejo,

a �net-place�; and to browse or surf is retumi, which means �to do

something on the net.� Several words are now in use for a flash

drive: memorbastoneto (memory stick), poŝmemorilo (pocket memory

device), memorstango (memory rod), and most simply, storilo

(storage device). And there is another reason for preferring

Esperantic coinages to international borrowings: such coinages do

for Esperanto what idiomatic phrases do for national languages�

turn a language into a sociolect, which fosters community. No

wonder, then, that Esperantists get a charge out of decoding these

clumsy, agglutinative words, such as polvosuĉilo (a �dust sucker,� aka

vacuum cleaner) or scivolemo (�the inclination to want to know,�

aka curiosity), or akvoprenilo (�a device for taking out water,� aka

hydrant). The bulb that flicks on when an Esperantist encounters or

generates an unfamiliar word yields both light and warmth.

What leaves many novices to Esperanto cold, however, is

Zamenhof�s system of correlatives, also known as tabelvortoj (table

words). The correlatives are a highly elaborated version of

correlative systems Zamenhof knew in Romance, Germanic, and

Slavic languages. In English, for example, if we want to ask a

question about place, we start with wh-, add -ere and get �where.�

Similarly, if we want to make a demonstrative statement about

place, we start with th- and add -ere to get �there.� Esperanto has

five groups of such word beginnings, not only for interrogation and

demonstration but also for indefinites, universals, and negatives. It

also has nine groups of word endings, not only for place but also for

time, quantity, manner, possession, entity, etc. Now imagine a grid

in which the five word beginnings are arranged horizontally across

the top, and the nine word endings are arranged in a column at the

far left. Combining beginnings and endings creates the forty-five

correlatives in the table.

Zamenhof never expected his readers to memorize the lists of

correlatives, and no tables appear in the inaugural pamphlet of

1887. Only a fraction of correlatives are in frequent use; many are

used routinely, and some are rarely used. Some can be used as

pronouns, for instance, ĉiuj, which means �everybody,� or as

adverbs�tiel, meaning �in this manner.� And they are essential for

word building: for instance, tiusense, meaning �in this sense,� or

ĉiutage, meaning �everyday.� When novices find a correlative

leaping into their conversation, it�s the first intuition they have of

their competence. And the casual, comfortable use of correlatives�

in conversation and as building blocks�is a good indicator of

fluency.

* * *

Given that Esperanto was forged in Europe, designed for Europeans,

and built from European languages, the charge of Eurocentrism is

hard to deny. As we shall see in Part III, however, far from

barricading it against non-Europeans, the Eurocentrism of Esperanto

was largely responsible for its initial forays into China and Japan.

That said, not all Esperantists agree that the language, even from a

linguistic perspective, is Eurocentric; some, citing Zamenhof�s

earliest accounts of creating the language, say that it is not Indo-

European at all. Zamenhof hinted at this when he confessed that

he�d created Esperanto in �the spirit of European languages� (my

italics). In the spirit�but not in the flesh? Apparently not, since

Esperanto�s morphology, the rules by which words change according

to tense, mood, number, and gender, is signally different from that

of Indo-European languages. Esperanto roots, unlike words in Indo-

European languages, never alter their internal constituents when

they take different endings. In English, today I swim, and yesterday I

swam; but in Esperanto the root for swimming�naĝ�is always the

same, no matter when I dive into the pool. Zamenhof�s aim was to

rationalize morphology, making roots instantly recognizable and

easy to look up in a dictionary. His term for the division of words

into �immutable syllables� (morphemes) was �dismemberment�:

I introduced a complete dismemberment of ideas into

independent words, so that the whole language consists,

not of words in different states of grammatical inflexion,

but of unchangeable words [roots]. [The reader] � will

perceive that each word [root] always retains its original

unalterable form�namely, that under which it appears in

the vocabulary. 19

Esperanto Table

Thus, insofar as Esperanto glues together immutable roots, endings,

and affixes, it is an agglutinative language, like Japanese,

Hungarian, and Navajo.

But though this morphology would have been alien to most

Europeans, Zamenhof counted on his European-derived lexicon to

make Esperanto seem natural and familiar to his European readers:

�I have adapted this principle of dismemberment to the spirit of the

European languages, in such a manner that anyone learning my

tongue from grammar alone � will never perceive that the structure

of the language differs in any respect from that of his mother-

tongue.� Like Bacon and Wilkins, Zamenhof demoted words to

secondary status; Esperanto was not a �world of words,� after all,

but a world of roots, concepts, structures that became a language

when humans actively and ingeniously turned them into words. And

though Zamenhof�s roots recall Bacon�s and Wilkins�s �real

characters,� there is a crucial difference. �Real characters� were an

end in themselves, inscribing a pristine and unique knowledge of the

world; but Zamenhof�s roots were destined for the rough and tumble

of endings, juxtapositions, and linkages, for conversation and

debate. Even Esperanto words are little dialogues between roots and

their affixes.

Esperanto was invented to bring conversation to a world of

misunderstanding. It was designed so that we should not always

speak �only unto ourselves,� but to others, despite difference of

nationality, creed, class, or race. But what Zamenhof discovered,

having created a language �in the spirit of European languages,� is

that it was more than a tradukilo��a translation device.� By using

Esperanto, he came to think in Esperanto, which had a spirit all its

own. As he wrote to Borovko in 1896:

Practice, however, more and more convinced me that the

language still needed an elusive something, a connecting

element, giving the language life and a definite, fully

formed spirit.� I then began to avoid word for word

translations of this or the other tongue and tried to think

directly in the neutral language. Then I noticed that the

language in my hands was already ceasing to be a �

shadow of this or that other language � [that it] received

its own spirit, its own life, its own definite and clearly

expressed physiognomy, independent of any influences.

The words flowed all by themselves, flexibly, gracefully,

and utterly freely, like a living, native tongue. 20

Like Mary Shelley�s Doctor Frankenstein, who took lifeless body

parts and turned them into a creature, Doktoro Esperanto took the

�dismembered� parts of other languages and created a new being

entirely. It must have been a lonely venture, being the sole speaker

of a language yet to be put before the world. But whereas Doctor

Frankenstein fled the laboratory on seeing his creature, Zamenhof

engaged his in conversation. And then it happened: entrusted with

his own thoughts, the lingvo internacia suddenly spoke in its own

voice, from its own spirit, spontaneous, animated, free. By 1887,

there was no longer any question: a child of his own brain, this

�clumsy and lifeless collection of words� had become a living

language. If there is a note of wonder in his recognition that the

language had a life apart from his own, there was also apprehension

about the life it would live in other minds, on other tongues.

Samideanoj I

NASK, or Total Immersion

1. Ĉu vi lernas ĝin?

Ĉu vi lernas ĝin? asks my green-and-white T-shirt with the Esperanto

insignia. �Are you learning it?�

Apart from online learning, to study Esperanto in the United

States is not a simple matter. Aside from a few classes taught in

university towns or major cities, courses are few and far between,

but this was not always the case; in the 1950s, seven towns in New

Jersey alone offered weekly classes. Since 1970, however, the

foremost course in the country has been the North American Summer

Esperanto Institute, or NASK, which also happens to be the most

intensive Esperanto immersion course in the world. Residing for

three decades at San Francisco State University, it moved for a few

years to Vermont, then to the University of California at San Diego,

where I enrolled for the three-week program. (Since then, to boost

enrollment, NASK has been scaled back to eight days; enrollment

skyrocketed.)

I signed up for the intermediate level and started to prepare by

studying on my own. On Amazon I found a hardcover book,

published in the 1980s, called Esperanto: Learning and Using the

International Language. It�s a ten-lesson program written by an

American, David Richardson, for Americans�people who live in

New York and drive cross-country to California, who measure out

their lives in miles, pounds, and dollars. The dialogues feature a

bumbling father, part absent-minded professor, part Homer

Simpson; a bossy, know-it-all mother; two eye-rolling teenagers. No

one has time for Dad�s endearing foibles, everyone talks over

everyone else, the kids leave the table before dinner is over�a

typical American family. Except that around the dinner table they

speak Esperanto.

In search of a more interactive method of learning, I clicked on a

few links from the Esperanto-USA homepage and arrived at the

bright green, user-friendly website called lernu! (�learn!�; lernu.net).

A section of the site is designed specifically for English speakers,

English being one of forty-odd languages made available by the

�lernu! team.� A variety of online courses are available, at various

levels, the most famous of which is Gerda Malaperis (Gerda

Disappeared), a mystery novel scientifically designed by Claude

Piron to teach words in descending order of frequency. But the audio

of Gerda was dauntingly rapid, so I opted for a basic course called

Mi estas komencanto (I am a beginner). Lesson one got off to a nice,

slow start: Kio estas via nomo? (What is your name?); De kie vi estas?

(Where are you from?). The next couple of lessons enabled me to

ask if someone were a student and if not, what �labor� he or she did;

whether that person had come on a bus or a train; and to confess

that I was nervous. I wasn�t�until lesson six, when it emerged that

the course was designed to prepare me for an Esperanto congress.

Ĉu vi volas loĝi en amasloĝejo aŭ en ĉambro?

Kio estas amasloĝejo?

Amas-loĝ-ejo estas granda ejo kie multaj loĝas surplanke.

Do you want to stay in an amasloĝejo or in a room?

What�s an amasloĝejo?

Amas-loĝ-ejo is a big place where many people sleep on the floor.

It sounded like a youth hostel for Carmelites, but the point was to

show how Esperanto builds words from the ground up. Amas- is a

root meaning �mass�; loĝ-, a root meaning �stay� or �dwell�; and -

ejo, a suffix (or stand-alone word) meaning �a place where.� There

was also the issue of the ĉapeloj�diacritical marks called �hats� in

Esperanto. The Esperanto alphabet has twenty-eight letters, five of

which are c, g, h, j, and s wearing tiny �hats��ĉ, ĝ, ĥ, ĵ, ŝ�that alter

their pronunciation. The letter c is pronounced �ts,� but when

topped by a ĉapelo, it becomes �ch.� Also u, when preceded by a,

usually puts on a crescent to become ŭ.

Once I registered for lernu!, I immediately began receiving

emails, entirely in Esperanto, with the lernu! �word of the day.�

Most days, thanks to my experience with French and Italian, I could

decode the word easily: kurta, like the Italian corto, meant �short�;

trista (in French, triste) meant �sad�; tosto, of course, meant �toast��

a champagne toast, not toaster toast, which is toasto (toe-AHS-toe).

The words I couldn�t spontaneously decode I had to interpret from

context: �ĈERKO: Kesto, en kiun oni metas la korpon de mortinto.�

Decoding: �ĈERKO: a chest in which one puts a dead body��i.e., a

coffin. Then there was �PUM: Pum! la viro falis en la riveron.� �The

man falls in the river,� I managed, noting that pum could be

redoubled to evoke a nuisance. And with the ending -adoj, it could be

turned into a relentless, repetitive cacophony. Where Americans

hear �boom-boom-boom,� Esperantists hear pumpumadoj (poom-

poom-ah-doy).

With a modicum of Googling, I discovered an alternative to

lernu!: an online phrasebook designed for English-speaking

congress-goers with more than one type of congress in mind. Unlike

the wholesome, patient lernu!, where one repeated, repeated,

repeated, here things were said only once.

Mi ŝatas renkonti novajn homojn. (I like meeting new people.)

Mi ŝatas vin. (I like you.)

Mi amas vin. (I love you.)

At this point one chose one�s own adventure. For the amorous, there

was Mi volas vin (I want you), and Mi ne povas vivi sen vi (I can�t live

without you). And just in case, there was Mi estas graveda (I�m

pregnant) and Kiel vi povas fari tion al mi? (How could you do this to

me?). For the less venturesome, there was Mi sentas la mankon de vi

(I miss you) and Samideane (Regards��used only for a fellow

Esperantist�). Knowing I was more likely to say amasloĝejo than

graveda, I returned to lernu!, and two weeks later, found that I was

capable of a halting reading�in Esperanto�of the NASK website.

2. Affixed

There are twenty-four students at NASK, ranging in age from

seventeen to eighty-two, plus the instructors, Greta, Benedikt, and

Wayne; Nell, an administrator; and an assistant with the unlikely

name of Slim Alizadeh, a thirtyish Iranian-American IT guy. Slim�s

role is various: he edits and produces the daily newsletter, solicits

presenters for the evening programs, and leads the optional

afternoon excursions�which begin today, Slim announces, with a

hike to the glisilejo. I can�t find it in my dictionary, so I try to decode

it: glisi, �to glide�; -ejo, �place.� A gliding place? A place for gliding?

Life at NASK often seems to be about finding opportunities to teach

affixes, and our afternoon excursion to the Torrey Pines Gliderport is

clearly one of them.

Assigned to suites in a dorm, we learn the difference between a

roommate (samĉambrano, �same-room member�) and a suitemate

(samĉambrarano, �member of the same cluster of rooms�). We�re

roughly grouped by gender and age. In my suite are three middle-

aged women and myself, while the seven or eight college students

room downstairs in suites whose doors are always propped open. All

the female students are science majors and all the male students are

humanities majors�data point? In practice, it only means that the

women are quicker with advice for a frozen MacBook: �Just take the

battery out.� Residing in the next entryway are students in a Stanley

Kaplan SAT intensive, who are referred to affixedly as Kaplanuloj�

Kaplaners. It is Slim who refers to non-Esperantists in general as

mugloj; muggles. Our dorm is hardly Hogwarts, but stocked with

twenty-nine Esperantists, it is a place apart.

There are no pledges to sign, no vows to take, but it goes without

saying that we�re to speak only Esperanto, morning, noon, and

night; on campus and off (assuming the company of other NASKers).

And almost without exception, we do. Had there been an explicit

rule, it would have been simple: Neniam krokodilu! (Never

crocodile!). Krokodili is the first slang word any Esperantist learns; it

means �to speak one�s native language at an Esperanto gathering.�

But Esperantists, a great many of whom are polyglots, are given to

fine distinctions: aligatori (to alligator) means to speak one�s first

language to someone else speaking it as a second language; kajmani

(to cayman) means to carry on a conversation in a language that is

neither speaker�s native tongue.

Only Esperanto could have brought together the four women in

my suite. There is Marcy, a travel agent who arranges Esperanto-

language package tours each July and the producer of a goofy

instructional video series called Esperanto: Pasporto al la Tuta Mondo

(Esperanto: Passport to the Whole World). Across the hall is Kalindi,

a jolly forty-six-year-old secretary from Kathmandu. She has long,

shining black hair and applies peppermint-pink lipstick as soon as

she finishes a meal. On hot days, she favors cotton saris; on cool

ones, track suits in mint green and fuschia. She has come the farthest

of any participant, and after NASK she�ll continue on to the

Universal Congress in Rotterdam and then travel around Europe for

a month with samideanoj. Kalindi hosts every Esperantist who passes

through Kathmandu in her home, where one bedroom is designated

the Esperanta Ĉambro (Esperanto Room).

The fourth member of the ensemble is a heavyset woman in her

sixties who sits on the landing beside a heavy-set bearded man;

perched on folding chairs, they could be a couple escaping a stifling

Bronx apartment for a gulp of fresh air. Greeting me, she says in

flatly American Esperanto, �Mi estas Tero, jen mia edzo, Karlo� (I�m

Earth; this is my husband, Charles), handing me a shiny green

cardboard star. Outside of NASK, he is David, a computer

programmer, but she is harder to nail down. She was born Angela

Woodman, the daughter of a trombonist with the Detroit Symphony

who�d also played with Artie Shaw: �Look him up on the

International Tuba Euphonium Association oral history website,� she

urges. Every afternoon she can be found writing the words of

Esperanto pop songs in indelible marker on a huge lined, easeled

pad, kindergarten style. One day it is �Ĉu vi, ĉu vi, ĉu vi, ĉu vi volas

dansi� (�Do You Wanna Dance?�), another, �Kamparanino�

(�Guantanamera�). When we walk through the leafy campus to class

in the morning, Tero picks up pieces of eucalyptus bark and turns

them into eerie gray masks. She tells me she spent many years on a

Hare Krishna ashram but one day left with the ashram�s mandolin in

tow and never looked back. (�I knew I could use it in my clown

act.�) At home in Northern California, she is a part-time Berlitz

teacher, but mostly, she and Karlo work as sound engineers for �

she pauses, not to find the word, but to coin it.

�Filkfestoj.�

�Kio ĝi estas?� I asked. (What is that?)

She explains, in what will become a familiar resort to paraphrase

and circumlocution, that �filkfests� are musical jam sessions that

occur at science fiction conventions. I add the word to my glossary.

3. Greta�s World

The intermediate class comprises three sleepy college students�

George, Meja, and Christy�and three middle-aged women: Tero,

Kalindi, and myself. Promptly at 9:00 a.m., Greta Neumann enters

the room and asks, �How do you greet people in your culture? With

a handshake?� (shaking her left hand with her right); �A hug?�

(hugging herself ardently); �A kiss on the hand?� (grasping her right

hand in her left and bringing it tenderly to her lips).

Greta is by far the most fluent Esperanto speaker I have ever

heard; not surprising, since she and her Swedish husband, Benedikt

(the teacher of the advanced class), met in Esperanto, romanced in

Esperanto, and now live their married life in Esperanto. A German

woman in her early thirties, she has close-cropped strawberry-blond

hair, limpid blue eyes, and a plastic face that, to convey new

vocabulary, knows no limits. It can delight in an imaginary glass of

champagne, show the weariness of a great-grandmother, or crinkle

and pout like a bawling infant. Her teaching methods are

vaudevillian; she mimes the word skotaduŝo��Scottish shower��by

taking an invisible shower that runs very hot; then very cold; then

very hot.

Sudden shifts from ludic to tragic are a daily occurrence in Greta�s

class. Strong, expressed emotions, it seems, are par for the course in

Esperantujo, where trust runs high and emotions run large. Laughing

one moment, weeping the next, we resemble a bipolar support

group. Today, Greta starts class with a game called Onklo Federiko

Sidas en la Banujo (Uncle Frederick�s Sitting in the Bathtub). Greta

calls out a word in that sentence, and we scrawl a substitute in the

same part of speech, then fold down the paper and pass it to the

left. At the end of the round, we read out the sheets before us, one

by one, to reveal what odd escapades our fellow NASKanoj are up to:

Spiono Bernardo pensas pri io sur la kafejo.

(Bernard the spy thinks about something on top of the caf�.)

Bestkuracisto Wayne vicas malantaŭ la ratonesto.

(Veterinarian Wayne lines up in back of the rats� nest.)

The room is inundated by belly laughs, cresting in giddy shrieks;

Greta herself laughs uncontrollably, dabbing at tears.

When we reconvene after a coffee break, Greta passes out a

purple sheet and reads the poem printed on it; the poem is narrated

by a German man, a devout Christian, who passively watches a

Jewish neighbor being dragged out of his apartment. By the end,

Tero is crying silently, amid a general hush. Then Greta asks each of

us in turn a simple question: Who is speaking? When is this taking

place? When it comes to Kalindi, she�s bewildered; she can�t identify

the setting. Greta begins, tentatively, to assess Kalindi�s ignorance.

Does she know who Adolf Hitler was? Yes, she�s heard of him, it is a

familiar name, but � So Greta explains to our Nepalese samideano

about the rise of Hitler, the Nazi regime, the Final Solution, the

wagons of Jews sent to death camps; about the murder of Jews,

communists, gypsies, and gays. (She might have added Zamenhof�s

three adult children, all executed by the Nazis.) Suddenly she turns

to the three college students: �What do you learn about genocide in

your schools�I mean, about the treatment of Native Americans?�

Carl, Meja, and Christy snap to attention; with Greta�s coaching,

they scrape together the words: traktatoj (treaties), teritorioj rezervataj

(reservations), spuro de larmoj (trail of tears).

I ask Greta for some one-on-one time to find out more about her;

I�m half hoping she�ll switch to English when we�re alone, but she

sticks to Esperanto, paced between a trot and a canter. I�m

following without too much difficulty, though fashioning questions

and follow-ups is taxing. As we walk through the eucalyptus groves,

she tells me she was raised in East Germany. �Before eighty-nine. I�d

always been civitema��community minded��and interested in

other cultures, and there were very few opportunities to travel,� she

said. �When I was eighteen, my girlfriend was doing Esperanto and

it became a way to get out of my own place and connect to people

in other places, cities, countries.� After she earned her master�s

degree in Korean, Greta and Benedikt moved to Seoul, where she

now teaches at a foreign language institute. Greta lives in the

interstices between cultures, speaking German with her students,

English with her colleagues, Korean with her neighbors, and

Esperanto with her husband.

I ask her what she understands by the phrase interna ideo�the

vaguely defined �inner idea� of Esperanto. �When I come home from

a congress,� she says, �and I look at my photos and I see Germans

and Nepalis and Indians and Japanese and Americans all together�

all speaking together�I think, this is really an amazing thing. I guess

the central idea is friendship among peoples.� She pauses to

consider. �But it�s different for me than for a lot of Esperantists.

They meet another Esperantist and they think, �Ah! My automatic

friend!� But there are plenty of Esperantists I don�t like; I choose my

friends. I have Esperantist friends and German friends and Korean

friends. For me, Esperanto is a private language�the language I

speak with my husband, the language in which I live my private life

�so I don�t primarily think of it as something belonging to the

whole world.�

Benedikt, a quiet, slouchy Swede, dorky-cool in his habitual red T-

shirt, is by profession a programmer. In Esperantujo, however, he�s a

rock star, a founding member of the band Persone; the name is a

pun, meaning both �personally� and �via sound.� He�s written many

of their songs, all bearing diffident titles such as �Mi ne scias� (I

don�t know) and �Kaj tiel plu� (And so forth). Even within

Esperantujo, Benedikt leads a double life; he is not only a rock star

but also a grammarian, the author of PMEG (Complete Manual of

Esperanto Grammar), a hardcover book four inches thick in a

taxicab-yellow dustjacket. (Word on the street is that the P in PMEG

stands for Peza��Heavy.�) Around NASK, he�s known as the

homavortaro�the human dictionary�and deservedly so; he�s even a

member of the Akademio de Esperanto. No question about it: Greta

and Benedikt, strolling into the dining hall in shorts, T-shirts,

backpacks, and sandals, are an Esperanto power couple.

Wayne Cooper, who teaches the beginner class, is a professional

American Sign Language interpreter from Missouri. Tall and lanky,

with the pale blue eyes of a Siberian Husky, he always wears ironed

button-down shirts and white khakis, and he speaks as crisply as he

dresses. After lunch, he and Benedikt are discussing signolingvo�sign

language�and Benedikt knows enough Swedish sign language to

compare notes with Wayne, their four hands flying, tapping, slicing

the air. Suddenly Wayne stands up and shakes two imaginary pom-

poms over each shoulder; Benedikt laughs, shakes his head, and

says, �No, there�s no word in Swedish sign language for huraistino.�

That�s Esperanto for �cheerleader,� literally, �female hurrah

specialist.�

During a lull in their conversation, I ask Wayne and Benedikt

whether they have a favorite Esperanto word. They look at one

another with the shy smiles of twelve-year-old boys asked to reveal a

crush. �Mirmekofago,� says Benedikt, and before I can start to decode

(mir-, �a wonder�? meko-, �a bleat�?), he says in English �anteater,�

and, in Esperanto, �based on the Latin name, Myrmecophaga

tridactyla.� (Later that evening, I look up the word in Wells�s English-

Esperanto dictionary, which defines mirmekofago as a giant anteater,

ekidno as a spiny one, and maniso as a scaly one. An Esperanto

lexicographer�s work is never done.)

Wayne�s turn: �Vazistaso�a transom. Poefago�a yak��

�I have a new word for you,� I say, and they exchange a glance

that says, How unlikely.

I�d coined it the previous afternoon, walking through the San

Diego County Fair with Kalindi. When we visited the 4H show, she

taught me the word for llama (lamao, not jamo), and I taught her the

word for goat (kapro). Back in Nepal, she said, her family eats kapro

and porko and � she searched for the word in Esperanto, then

declared, in English, �beaver!� I let it go. Kalindi didn�t want to join

the screaming teens on rides, so we wandered about, watching the

roller coasters and sampling the greasy fare.

�Ready?� I say to Benedikt and Wayne: �Profundefrititaj-tvinkoj.�

Now it�s their turn to decode. Benedikt�s lips move and he looks

puzzled, but Wayne laughs: �Deep-fried Twinkies,� he says in

English, then, with ironic nostalgia, �Ahh � la provinca foiro!�

Ah � the county fair.

4. �A Stay-at-Home, Midwestern Guy�

At sixteen, Wayne found a teach-yourself guide to Esperanto. He

taught himself, but since he knew no other Esperantists, he used it

only as a written language. One day he answered the phone and a

woman�s voice said �Saluton!��the customary Esperanto greeting. It

was a Croatian Esperantist, visiting his town, eager for

conversation. �When you haven�t spoken the language,� Wayne

says, �it�s hard, at first. Well, in fact, Esperanto isn�t really easy,

though that�s the sell: it�s easy and the people are fun. There are four

things that make it difficult: the accusative, the reflexive, the table

of correlatives, and the causative.� In keeping with NASK protocols

�if you�re going to crocodile, spare the other NASKanoj�Wayne

and I have gone to another room to speak English.

In college in his native Missouri, Wayne studied two years of

classical Greek and planned to major in French, but a mix of

prudence and midwestern practicality led him to nursing. He had

worked in the Veterans� Administration as an administrator for

decades, grabbing an early retirement when it was offered, then

training for his second career as a sign-language interpreter. His son

is a physician in the Army��It skipped a generation,� he says

wryly; his daughter, adopted from India, is a social worker.

(Interracial and interethnic adoption is more common in the

Esperanto world than in the general population; it literally

transforms a world of peoples into a familia rondo, a family circle.)

But Wayne�s not much of a traveler; �I�m a stay-at-home,

midwestern guy.� Not once in our conversation does he bring up the

movement; the Universal Congress, which he does not attend; nor

the interna ideo.

�Esperantists imagine enormous projects�great ideas�and then:

who�s going to do this? And they look at one another and then at

their feet. They feel they have to spread the ideals and the language,

but I don�t. It�s the same with my religion. It�s mine; I don�t need to

convince anyone else. If Esperanto brings me together with two or

three interesting people here and there, great. It usually does.

Esperanto may be a moveable feast, but NASK is Brigadoon�a

magical town that comes into being once a year, then just as

mysteriously disappears.�

One afternoon, Wayne presents me with a yellowed, dog-eared

copy of the famous 1952 Kvaropo (Quartet), a breakthrough debut

for the �Scottish school� of Esperanto poets: William Auld, Reto

Rossetti, John Sharp Dinwoodie, and John Francis. This copy has

been sitting for decades in the traveling NASK library, but Wayne

tells me to keep it, as a kind of therapy�for the book, that is. �The

best thing for it,� he says, handing me the book, �is to be read.� We

read a few poems aloud. Wayne points out that Esperanto poetics

frowns upon rhyming suffixes (including rhymed verb endings, a

staple for Italian sonneteers) as third-rate technique. In fact, there is

a name for it�adasismo�a word coined by one of the earliest

Esperanto poets, Antoni Grabowski, from the chief offense: rhyming

-adas endings (kuradas, �continues to run�; staradas, �continues to

stand�). The term adasismo appears in the 1932 Parnasa Gvidlibro

(Parnassian Guidebook), the first handbook of Esperanto poetics.

Co-authored by the two preeminent men of Esperanto letters, the

Hungarian poet K�lm�n Kalocsay and the French grammarian and

lexicographer Gaston Waringhien, the Gvidlibro is famous for its

witty rhyming satires of bad poetic practice.

Also on the NASK bookshelf is the Esperanta Antologio, a classic

anthology first published in 1958, edited by William Auld. I�d been

introduced to it a few months earlier by *Humphrey Tonkin, an

eminent man of letters in the Esperanto world and a professor

emeritus of English Renaissance literature. When I met him at his

home in Hartford, Connecticut, he greeted me in white khakis, a

blue seersucker shirt, and moccasins. With a pink complexion and

bushy white brows, he looks like an actor playing a university

president, which is what he was, from 1989 to 1998, at the

University of Hartford.

An Esperantist for more than half a century, Tonkin explained

that Esperanto�s system of word building offers poets a fantastic

degree of flexibility. Sometimes these constructions are clunky;

moreover, since almost all Esperanto words are accented on the

penultimate syllable, they are hard to scan in poetic meter, which

generally alternates strong and weak beats. Sometimes neologisms

are coined to avoid them, but poets have another arrow in their

quiver: eliding the �o� ending of singular nouns, which shifts the

accent to the final syllable. But even without neologisms,

agglutination is a small price to pay for turning Clark Kent roots

into superwords, garbing the most everyday vocabulary with a dark

cape of metaphor.

Before I ever uttered a sentence in Esperanto, Tonkin walked me

through one of his favorite poems, a tiny gem by Victor Sadler:

(kiam en la kuniklejo de via sako

Vi furioze fosas pro bileto, kiu

Tre verŝajne jam eskapis)

Amas vin.

(Kien, cetere, vi metis

Mian koron?)

A literal rendering in English would go something like this:

I(when in the rabbit-hole of your bag

You furiously dig for a ticket

Which probably already escaped)

Love you.

(Where, by the way, did you put

My heart?)

In English, a hybrid of Anglo-Saxon and French, we are spoiled

for lexical choice; kuniklejo might be translated �rabbit-hole,�

�warren,� or �hutch.� Esperanto�s scarcer resources, however, turn

out to be a great boon. Calling the handbag a kuniklejo magically

turns it into a rabbity place instead of comparing it to a �hole� or

�warren� or �hutch.� In the first stanza, the subject �I� is trailed by a

long parenthetical modifier which provides the atmosphere in which

the declarative statement �I love you� lives and breathes. Even after

the delayed verb and adjective appear, the image of the woman

furiously digging in her bag arrives whole and indelibly, the raison

d�être of the poet�s love.

The importance of the adverbial phrase in Sadler�s poem points to

a truth about adverbs: they are the Esperantist poet�s most coveted

superpower. Because any root has the potential to become an

adverb by taking an -e ending, adverbs can propel Esperanto poems

into elliptical orbits, making them hard to translate. The �adverb

thing,� as one of the NASK students calls it, has made its way like a

termite into the lumber of colloquial Esperanto. Where an English

speaker might look out on a brilliant day and exclaim, �It�s sunny!�

an Esperanto speaker would say simply �Sune!� (Sunnily!) or �Brile!�

(Brilliantly!). One night, after a few beers, a student named Bernard

walks into a party to find all the folding chairs in disarray. He

pauses to take it in: �Seĝe!� is all he says��Chairily!��and all he

needs to say. �Kiel vivi vegane� (�How to Live Veganly�) is the name

of a leaflet Slim distributes the night he gives his gruesome

PowerPoint presentation about agribusiness. After showing a clip of

little chicks being poured into a macerating machine, he ends with a

picture of a hundo manĝata telere; a dog being eaten on bone china

�platedly.�

5. Filipo and Nini

Three days into the program, a new student arrives. He�s a pudgy,

florid man with white hair and a sparse, floury beard, around fifty,

introducing himself as Filipo Vinbergo de Los-anĝeloso. An

Esperanto first name is not uncommon at Esperanto gatherings, but

a surname? Okay, Philip Weinberg from LA, have it your way. On both

hands he wears compression bandages, from which protrude ten

swollen fingers. I introduce myself and ask him the old standby: �Pri

kio vi laboras?� (What work do you do?) Amid the ensuing avalanche

of expression, I can�t catch his job. I�d later discover that he doesn�t

have one, and who or what supports him�a pension? family?

disability insurance?�is a subject he never broaches, nor do I.

At dinner, Filipo tells me he�s an amateur lexicographer: �My

friend Charles, from Nigeria, and I have written an Ibo-Esperanto

dictionary,� he says breathlessly. �We noted the usage codes in the

big dictionaries and transposed each of them into colors to be used

to teach Ibo children Esperanto.� I�m not sure who�s teaching Ibo

children Esperanto, or who Charles is, or even what a �usage code�

is (or how one might be transposed), but Filipo has moved on to

another subject. His words tend to leap ahead of his sentences,

which pant in pursuit. Every so often, I stop him mid-sentence and

summon him back to the task at hand: communicating something. He

is always appreciative, Cowardly-Lionly, as if to say, �Thanks, I

needed that.�

Filipo is a NASK veteran, and he has a lot of credibility among the

regulars, enough to mimic the earnest litany of questions

Esperantists ask one another. �Samideanoj!� he says, in a mincing

voice: �When did you first learn Esperanto? Why did you first learn

it? How did you first learn it? Where did you first learn it?�� When

Filipo makes a mock phone call��Ĉu � Ĉu�� Ĉu!� Ĉu?�

ĈU!!!��I learn the many uses of the ubiquitous particle �ĉu�: �I hear

you,� �Whether,� �You said it!� �Really?� and �NOOO!� One

afternoon, after a visit to the Birch Aquarium, we find ourselves with

an hour to kill before the next bus. Filipo whips out a copy of Reĝo

Lear, taking the part of Lear for himself and asking me to read the

part of Cordelia. But not without a prefatory warning: �In Esperanto

she�s called Kor-de-lee-o,� he says precisely. �Rimarku!� I take note.

* * *

The oldest student, Nini Martin-Sanders, is a petite, grandmotherly

woman from northern California with a lilting voice and sapphire

eyes. She wears a white visor and nursey white shoes; in between

are sweatpants and a T-shirt advertising a folk festival from years

ago. Except for one summer when she had surgery, Nini has

attended every NASK since 1970. She seems happy to see any of us

at any moment at all, greeting us all alike: �Kara!� (Dear!)

Remembering names isn�t easy these days. Nini walks slowly and

her hands shake when she lifts a cup of tea, but she doesn�t miss a

class, an excursion, or an evening program, not even a meeting of

the dormant U.S. Esperanto Youth Association, which Bernard is

trying to revive. All gatherings at Esperanto conferences (except

meetings of the executive and the academy) are open to everyone,

but in the face of all these youth, we oldsters decorously sit on the

periphery. Lost in thought, Nini suddenly asks, with some urgency,

�Was Jeremy Bentham � a Unitarian?�

�No,� says Slim, gifting Nini with a rare smile, �a utilitarian.�

This summer, Nini�s thirty-eighth year at NASK, the dining hall

has instituted a no-tray policy to save money, power, and water.

Most of us have no trouble balancing cups and saucers on salad

bowls with one hand, toting plates of pizza and hummus in the

other, but Nini can�t, and this regime of frugality could well cost her

a hip. Assisting Nini at meals is the collective task of all. Nini�s

favorite assistant, by far, is Wayne, and she makes no secret of

adoring him. Every time he helps to seat her at the table, she catches

the eye of whoever is near, points to Wayne, and says �Bonkora,

Ĉu?� (Goodhearted, isn�t he?) Wayne busses her plates, cuts her

meat, brings her tea.

One day Nini arrives at lunch rattled, confused, distressed,

babbling about her bad memory. Wayne sits down beside her,

towering over her small frame, then lays his hands gently on her

forearms. �What�s wrong?� She can�t remember the name of a song,

and she needs it for an essay Benedikt assigned. While most of the

advanced students are busy researching Esperanto history or culture,

Nini has decided to write about Glendale, California, the town where

she and her husband lived for twenty-two happy years.

�My second husband, the better one,� she says suddenly. Turning

to me, she asks whether I have a husband.

�One,� I say, and Wayne adds, �One is enough.�

�Yes!� Nini declares. �Especially if it�s a bad husband! One is

definitely enough.� Before I can protest that mine is a good husband,

Wayne tells her to breathe deeply. �I�m so impressed by your

quietness,� he says, as she closes her eyes and calms down. Then he

asks softly, �Now, what are you trying to remember?� She opens her

eyes and smiles; she still can�t remember, she says, but she feels

much better.

�Thank you, Kara,� she tells Wayne. �Do you have a twin for me,

my own age?�

Wayne says, �If I had a twin, he would be my age.�

�Yes, of course, Kara,� Nini sighs. �I mean someone with a heart

like yours.�

6. Total Immersion

Zamenhof told us we could, so we�re inventing new words. Our

weird coinages are like motors stuck together with duct tape, but

they get us around. What to dub the NASK lounge�the umejo?

(messing-around place) or the diboĉejo (locus of debauchery)?

Definitely diboĉejo, is the consensus. Meja, a chemistry major from

UCSD, introduces the verb jutubumi for �messing around on

YouTube� and Vizaĝlibro for Facebook, though others prefer Fejsbuk.

Karlo gets a kick out of inventing nouns�truilo (a hole-making

implement)�then verbing them: �La pafilo truilas la homon� (the rifle

beholes the person). Slim, constantly referring to his smartphone for

schedules and plans, calls it his kromcerbo, �spare brain.� Word

invention is more play than task; we toss our word-birdies across an

invisible badminton net, back and forth, not bothering to keep

score. Tonight we�ll gather for Esperanto Scrabble, which is played

with roots, not words.

I�m starting to get jokes�for instance, Bernard�s nightly signoff,

�Bonegedormu,� a pun that means both �sleep excellently� and

�sleep together well.� Throughout the day, I add to my word list.

tekokomputil/o�laptop

surgenu/i�to be on one�s knees

perfort/o�violence

bildrakont/o�comic book

maĉgum/o�chewing gum

tondil/o�scissors

malfald/i�unfold

On a crowded city bus coming back from the July 4 fireworks�

piroteknikaĵoj�surrounded by English for the first time in weeks,

Steĉjo says in Esperanto, �Speaking English is like speaking in

water; speaking Esperanto is like speaking in wine.� Agreed; this

would explain how tipsy I feel when conversation begins to flow

freely. Some days I�m light as a glider at the glisilejo, unencumbered

except for a backpack, a lanyard with my room key, and a UCSD

Tritons water bottle. Other days, total immersion leaves me sodden,

slow, language-logged.

The weather in San Diego has two settings (perhaps Slim has

programmed it): gloomy, gray, and damp every morning; dry, clear,

and sunny every afternoon, when I hike to the east campus to swim.

Doing laps, I dimly remember my sadness of the late spring, when I

turned fifty, like a coat long ago given to Goodwill. What was that

all about? Is NASK balm or cure? Afterward, I lounge in the Jacuzzi,

taking the sun full on my face, making a mental list of all the things

I do not have to do�

file health insurance claims

send in a deposit for tennis lessons

write a tenure review

make fall checkup appointments for three kids

reserve a table for our anniversary

pick up the dry cleaning

call Uncle Bert

submit poems to Southwest Review

bake a casserole for the food pantry

schedule college interviews

walk the dog

feed the dog

get the dog her shots

book a DJ for the next bar mitzvah

�at least for another week.

* * *

One afternoon, Kalindi asks whether she can walk with me to the

pool. �Not to swim,� she says, �just for the walk.� When we reach

the complex, she gazes through the fence at the huge Olympic pool

with eight black tines at the bottom, then at the practice lanes, then

at the Jacuzzi. She seems awed, and I expect her to tell me she�s

never seen such a place in Nepal. Instead, she says in a low voice, �I

have no bankostumo��swimsuit��because I don�t swim in public.

Women don�t do that in my country.�

�Oh, too bad,� I say breezily, �but if you change your mind, let

me know.�

What a stupid thing to say, I think, swiping my card through the

turnstile as she heads back to the dorm.

The next day after lunch, Kalindi comes to my room with a bag

from the UCSD bookstore and pulls out a blue-and-gold Triton

swimsuit, a black swim cap, and goggles. I gasp, she beams, and we

head to the pool.

It�s a giddy venture for both of us, and we emerge from the locker

room in high hilarity. But before I can put on my goggles, she hands

me her cell phone. Taking her swimming means taking her picture:

Kalindi in the Jacuzzi, Kalindi with the lifeguard, a long video of

Kalindi doing the breaststroke the entire length of the pool, turning

and waving cheerily from the other end. Who is going to watch this?

Her daughter? Her husband? The samideanoj of Nepal?

Kalindi will, on her laptop, again and again. When she does the

backstroke, her pink smile is visible at fifty meters.

7. Brigadoon Out

Three weeks speed by, a blur of classes, meals, sing-alongs, field

trips. My mood oscillates. I feel euphoric when my sentences flow,

my ear catches the drift, and my coinages work; deeply frustrated

when I sense that Esperanto isn�t able to deliver the kind of nuance I

want to convey�at least, that I think I want to convey. For what

happens as I speak is changing. I�m no longer searching a toolbox of

adjectives for just the right one. Is the flycatcher I saw nesting

outside the dining hall �little�? �Small�? �Tiny�? �Puny�?

�Minuscule�? �Dainty�? �Lilliputian�? Instead, I grasp for the

essence of a thing and eke it out by concepts. I don�t have to decide

whether a bird is �dainty� or �petite� because nouns can be made

smaller or larger after they are uttered with a simple suffix: -eta

means �smaller,� -ega, �larger.� Contempt can also be expressed by

a suffix, since -aĉa handily converts any noun to an execrable

specimen. Mal-, a prefix that transforms a word into its antonym,

doesn�t simply negate; it tends to lap at words with nostalgia or

regret. The aged are deeply, irrevocably maljuna (the opposite of

young); the poor malriĉa (the opposite of rich); the hungry malsata

(the opposite of sated). Whatever�s just been said, you can counter

by starting the next sentence, �Male�� (conversely, or opposite-ly).

To learn Esperanto is to find out how Esperantists before me have

spoken all the things in their world into being. It�s both heady and

humbling. A cell phone is a poŝtelefono, �a pocket phone.� An

attitude is sinteno, �self-holding.� A generous person is donema,

�inclined to give.� �As you wish� is the adverb laŭvole, �will-

accordingly.� Something full to bursting is plenplena, �full-full.� A

gay person is geja (hence gejradaro, meaning �gaydar�) and a lesbian

is a lesbanino, but a homosexual is a samseksemulo, �a person

inclined toward the same sex.� One British Esperantist observed to

me that �we speak Esperanto from the inside out far more than we

speak English from the inside out� because we create the language

as we speak it.

Greta has promised a quiz in the last class, so I�ve studied my

vocabulary list, reviewed reflexives and causatives, and drilled

through the table of correlatives. Promptly at nine, she passes out a

sheet of green paper headed �Ĉu vi memoras?� (Do you remember?)

Below are two dozen questions. A handful pertain to grammar, a

few to vocabulary, several to the words of poems or songs we�ve

learned. But most quiz us on some ephemeral moment during the

forty-five hours we�ve spent in class:

What did Meja name the wife of the fisherman in prison?

What is the first thing Kalindi does when she wakes up?

Where does George�s great-grandfather live?

Who owns a zebra?

I was there, I know I was, but on most of them, I draw a blank.

When time is up, Greta reviews the quiz. After each answer, Meja

yells �Yesssss!� as if she�d just bowled a strike, and it�s clear that the

other college students have virtually nailed them all. But for us three

middle-aged women, whether we work in a bank, a filkfest, or a

university, the story is different. Our scores are abysmal, as if we�d

been slumped in the back, texting, all through the course. The

students find it amusing; Tero, comically exasperating. �How did you

remember al that?� she asks. I chuckle weakly, but after three weeks

of laughter and blather, three weeks in which two dozen strangers

have morphed into close friends, three weeks on my own, feeling

increasingly sound and self-sufficient, it is a bruising moment.

In my family, I�m the one who remembers phone numbers from

houses that have been razed, the birthdays of dead aunts, the names

of all the exes. And besides, remembering is my profession: I�m an

English professor, and it�s my job to know how many fragments

comprise the Canterbury Tales and where Byron�s Sardanapalus takes

place. True, it�s sometimes hard to remember the name of a student I

taught six months ago. But ever since my father�s diagnosis with

Alzheimer�s disease I�ve had a talisman against dementia, and it

seems to be working. That day the neurologist asked my father to

count backward from one hundred by sevens and he tried��One

hundred, ninety � five, eighty � four��and failed. My father�the

spontaneous calculator of compound interest; the man who carried a

plastic slide rule in his pocket to barbecues�failed. Since then, I�ve

been putting myself to sleep at night by doing what he could not:

counting backward by sevens. This makes it all the more startling to

sit among twenty-two-year-olds and learn how much I have

forgotten. I will bring this home, too, this knowledge, along with the

tables of correlatives and the vocabulary lists.

* * *

For the final evening, I�ve promised Slim I�d organize a poetry

reading�a deklamado. I put out a call for readers and, a few hours

later, have a full roster of volunteers. Wayne lets me into the

linguistics office to use the photocopier, and I begin leafing through

the Esperanta Antologio to find a poem that suits each reader. �Not

many women in here, are there?� I say.

Wayne picks up the anthology and pages through it. �Here�s one

by a woman,� he says, handing the book back. �The only American

in the volume.�

The poem is called �La Kialo Estas� (The Reason Is) and the poet is

none other than Nini Martin-Sanders. She wrote it forty years ago,

in memory of D. E. Parrish, a fifty-year mainstay of the U.S.

Esperanto movement. In 1969, Parrish was mowing his lawn in Los

Angeles with a power mower when suddenly his next-door neighbor

pulled out a rifle and shot him dead. The noise, she said afterward,

had been bothering her.

In Nini�s poem, the neighbor is not simply an insane woman; she

is a freneza nigrulino (�crazy Negress�) and her violent act is

motivated not by delusions, per se, but by racial hatred.

Ial �

Ial ni malamas la alian

Ial ni tranĉas for

Ial ni rigardas nur

Niajn haŭtojn � niajn eksteraĵojn

Ial ni batalas

Fratoj kontraŭ fratoj.

(For some reason.�

For some reason, we hate one another

For some reason, we slice away

For some reason we only

Look at our skin�our exterior

For some reason we battle

Brothers against brothers.)

It�s full of compassion and outrage, but as a poem, amateurish,

vapid, left over from the heydey of National Brotherhood Week.

Why racism, why violence, why are we humans so inhuman to one

another? Why, why, why? The answer, Nini�s poem seems to say, is

that the heart, on this summer afternoon in Los Angeles, has its

reasons, however murderous and racist.

When Nini reads her poem at our final gathering, in a feathery

voice, the event of forty years ago suddenly seems to have happened

just moments ago. When she�s finished, a brief silence, then a ripple

of applause that grows louder and more rhythmic. Standing at the

podium pleased and slightly baffled, Nini finally shuffles back to her

seat.

There�s been no rehearsal, but all the readers have practiced,

reciting with vigor and clarity, several from memory. Puckish Sonja

from Mexico reads a self-mocking Esperanto standby, �Mi estas

Esperantisto,� and Meja, Sadler�s little poem about a woman

rummaging in her rabbit-warren purse. Filipo comes out as the

anonymous poet of the daily newsletter, reading a poem for his

brother. Tero reads a poem about Lady Godiva, and Steĉjo chants

the �Siberian Lullaby� of Julio Baghy�more a spell than a poem:

�Hirte flirte flugas haroj / Siblas vintra vent�/Morde torde ŝiras koron

/Larmoj kaj la sent�� To cap off the reading, Bernard recites Auld�s

famous poem �Ebrio� (Drunkenness), which mimics the slushy diction

of inebriation: �Ŝuvi puvi povi-povaŝ�� Bernard has it by heart,

lurching and swaying until finally, emitting the last word, naŭzo

(nausea), he runs offstage, retching, to wild applause.

Diplomas are presented and each of us, even the komencantoj

(beginners), make off-the-cuff remarks, thank-yous strung like

cranberries. The college students say the last three weeks have been

a blast, a hoot, an incredible party; the older students talk about the

NASK family and how they will miss it until next summer. Greta

plays flute to Benedikt�s Spanish guitar, and the evening closes with

a song written and performed by ponytailed Roberto, an aspiring

animator, currently a clerk in a health food store. He takes the

stage, lifts his guitar, and in a fine tenor takes us deep into a

honeyed sadness that seems to last weeks, years, eons; his voice rises

and falls, from peaks to valleys, cliffs to caves. For such a journey,

for such sweetness, applause seems rather beside the point. When

Roberto�s voice fades to silence, people simply go up, one by one,

and throw their arms around him.

* * *

The morning of our departure, we assemble in a large classroom for

an evaluation session. Professor *Grant Goodall, a primo Esperantist

and our liaison in the UCSD Department of Linguistics, says (in

English) that he wants to hear from al of us; for the benefit of

beginners, he welcomes our candid responses in English. Though it�s

ironic that English, not Esperanto, promises the most egalitarian

discussion, it is a deeply Esperantist gesture.

It is the first time I�ve heard any of the NASKanoj speak English.

One by one, we strip off our fantastical eucalyptus masks. Christy,

from Raleigh, has a soft Carolina twang that makes her sound even

younger than seventeen; Filipo sounds like he�s still in New York on

West Seventy-second Street, eating blintzes. Nini sounds like a

kindergarten teacher, which is what she was for decades, decades

ago. Steĉjo turns out to be a kid from Long Island; Meja sounds like

the UCSD students skateboarding near the bookstore; and Bernard,

the future academic, speaks a sophisticated CompLitese. Karlo�s

vowels as well as his passport are Canadian; and, to my surprise,

Tero, who seems so West Coast, has a strong Minnesota accent, as

though headed home to Lake Wobegon. The conversation is slow to

get rolling, but then one of the older women complains that the

classrooms are too far from the dorms; another chimes in that the

shuttles are unreliable. Our �evaluation� swiftly turns into a gripe

session. �The food�it�s not great, and the salad bar closes too

early.� �The Kaplanuloj are too loud!� �The diboĉejo is too small.�

�The painters entered my room while I was in there!� �The field

trips�� someone says, rolling his eyes. I look at Slim; ouch. Only

Greta and Benedikt speak in Esperanto, but they say little; Kalindi is

silent. Brigadoon is dissolving before my eyes, leaving a room full of

irritated, underslept people remembering that they have planes to

catch, emails to answer, jobs to resume.

When we walk back to the dorm to pack, most of us switch into

Esperanto; it�s more � comfortable? More in keeping with this

place, this time? A way to prolong, for a few more moments,

something akin to happiness? As we walk, Wayne says, �I make a

standing offer to all my students to write to me; some do. I ask each

of them to set a goal�a goal for two weeks from now, a month

from now, for the next six months. For the coming year. If you don�t

set a goal, nothing happens.� I ask him how often he speaks

Esperanto when he�s at home. �Well, once a month when I can get

to a meeting in St. Louis�but I�m often too busy to drive down

there.�

He considers; when he resumes, his tone is confessional. �So,

basically, only with my dogs. I tell my pomerhundo��Pomeranian

��bona hundo!� and he gets it. I call my evil ĉivavo��chihuahua

��Hundaĉo!� and he gets it.� He shrugs, as if to dismiss the forty-

nine weeks until he is back in San Diego. �You just have to keep it

going, and you do.�

PART TWO

DOKTORO ESPERANTO AND THE

SHADOW PEOPLE

1. Jewish Questions

In a letter of 1905 to the French Esperantist Alfred Michaux,

Zamenhof wrote: �My Jewishness has been the main reason why,

from earliest childhood, I gave myself completely to one crucial

idea, one dream�the dream of the unity of humankind. �1 It�s an

unlikely claim for a man who, by his own account, �crossed the

Rubicon�2 from Jewish particularism to universalism, dismissed the

claims of both Yiddish and Hebrew as modern Jewish languages,

and invented, single-handedly, a new international language. But

the man who deemed the Jews a �shadow people� lived always in

the shadow of his Jewishness.

Zamenhof came to maturity in a world beset with Jewish

questions. There were questions posed from without, by

governments and non-Jewish elites: In an age of Jewish

emancipation, to what extent would Jews be relieved of legal

disabilities? Enfranchised as citizens? Assimilated into prestigious

social circles, universities, and the higher echelons of commercial

and professional power? Then there were the myriad of questions

Jews posed to one another: How would Jews make the transition

between life in the kahal (semi-autonomous Jewish community) and

citizenship in a nation-state? Even with broadening civil rights, how

were Jews to deal with entrenched anti-Semitism and intolerance in

the private sphere? What new institutions and social forms would

evolve within the Jewish community, and by the same token, what

might be lost to assimilation? By the time Zamenhof entered his

twenties, anti-Semitic violence in the Pale of Settlement had raised a

most urgent question: What sort of future, if any, could Jews expect

under the Russian Empire, and how were they to take their fate in

hand?

In his letter to Michaux, Zamenhof made it clear that Esperanto

had been motivated by his experience of anti-Semitism in the

Russian Empire; but at the same time, he insisted that anti-Semitism

was part of the larger, human problem of interethnic intolerance.

What he did not disclose is that Esperanto, by 1901, had become

part of a larger project to renovate Jewish religious experience,

build a modern Jewish community, and gradually expand it to

include people of other faiths and nationalities. Esperanto was a

part of his answer to the Jewish question from within�the question

of Jewish continuity in modernity. Paradoxically, this invented

language would also promote Jewish authenticity, which Zamenhof

found to be severely undermined by modernity. And if Esperanto

could be an answer to the Jewish question, the Jews of Russia just

might be the answer to sustaining Esperanto.

* * *

The man who devoted his life to a dream of untrammeled

communication was the son of a censor. Markus (Motl, Mordka)

Zamenhof, born in 1837 in Suwalki in what is now northeast

Poland, was a child of the haskalah, the Jewish enlightenment. While

most of his fellow Jews in the Pale of Settlement eked out a living as

merchants and small-scale entrepreneurs, Markus, like his father

before him, was a schoolteacher whose passion for foreign

languages had widened his world. 3 Having settled in Bia�ystok,

Markus married Liba Rahel (Rosa) Sofer in 1858. A photograph

taken twenty years later shows her carefully coiffed, in a dark

winter dress, her left thumb hooked over a closed book that is more

prop than pursuit. On December 3, 1859, Markus and Rosa

welcomed their first child, Ludovik (Lazar). For nearly a decade, he

had his parents� full attention, until 1868, when the first of his seven

siblings was born.

Punctilious in his habits and driven to succeed, Markus moved the

family to Warsaw where, in addition to his license to teach in Jewish

state-run schools, he earned a second imperial certification to teach

German in non-Jewish gymnasiums. 4 His performance was

outstanding; for �perfect and diligent service,� he received a third-

rank appointment to the Order of St. Stanis�av. 5 His command of

Russian, Polish, French, German, and Hebrew brought him to the

attention of the Warsaw Censorial Committee, which in 1883

appointed him censor for all German materials received by post in

Warsaw. Two years later, he took on the additional duties of censor

for Hebrew and Yiddish materials, at a combined salary that doubled

his pay as a teacher. To be an unconverted Jewish censor for the

czar was both a point of pride and a warrant for rigorous self-

containment. He reported to a baptized Jew in St. Petersburg, and

his colleagues were most likely members of the Polish gentry, which

had been hit hard by the emancipation of the serfs in 1865 and the

agricultural depressions of the 1870s and 1880s. 6 His contemporary,

Nahum Sokolov, editor of the Hebrew-language journal HaTzefirah,

described him as �wise, pedantic and reserved; he measured his

steps, sifted his words, an accurate chronometer, always

equilibrated � [He was] buttoned-up to the collar, speaking in a

monotone, with unvarying pronunciation.� 7 A photograph taken in

his early sixties shows a bald, gray-bearded, scholarly Markus in the

regalia of St. Stanislav, his medals shining on his breast.

For most ambitious Jewish men in Markus�s position, assimilation

and conversion beckoned; otherwise, the choices were few, the

horizons low. For a time, Markus seemed to have outstripped his

options. He was both a decorated civil servant and a respected

member of the Jewish community, called on to speak at a building

dedication and much in demand as a Torah chanter. He wore the

uniform of his office to synagogue but left his sword at home on the

Sabbath and on holidays. 8 But his failure to censor a controversial

HaTzefirah article on a union of Jewish merchants appears to have

led to his dismissal, first as German censor (which reduced his salary

by more than half) and, a few months later, as censor of Hebrew

and Yiddish books. When his abject plea for reinstatement was

ignored, he returned to teaching at a gymnasium (secondary

school). 9 The authorities left him his imperial decorations, which had

always meant far more to him than to the czar.

Markus (Motl) Zamenhof, 1898

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Liba Rahel (Rosa) Zamenhof, n�e Sofer

Like most upwardly mobile Jews from greater Lithuania (which

included present-day Lithuania, Belarus, and Ukraine), the

Zamenhof family were multilingual. They spoke Russian in their

Warsaw home, Polish and German in commercial transactions, and

Yiddish in their dealings with relatives and Jewish neighbors; they

chanted in Hebrew in the synagogue. Both Ludovik�s father and

grandfather had staked out identities as emancipated Jews by

mastering and teaching the languages of Western Europe; no

surprise, then, that when Ludovik began his studies at the

prestigious #2 Men�s Gymnasium in Warsaw, languages were his

forte. A student of both Latin and Greek, he was commended for his

excellence in the latter, also earning top grades in German, French,

and mathematics.

Together, Markus and Rosa Zamenhof had raised their children to

the emancipated Jewish life described by the poet Judah Leib

Gordon: �a Jew at home, a man on the street.� But on the streets of

Bia�ystok, Ludovik Zamenhof recalled finding no men at all:

In Bia�ystok, the population consisted of four diverse

elements: Russians, Poles, Germans and Jew; each spoke a

different language and was hostile to the other elements.�

I was brought up as an idealist; I was taught that all men

were brothers, and, meanwhile, in the street, in the square,

everything at every step made me feel that men did not

exist, only Russians, Poles, Germans, Jews and so on. 10

Zamenhof�s home in Bia�ystok

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The converse of his conviction that language wrought profound

divisions among people was another, just as deeply held: that

language had the power to transform people of various ethnicities

into �men.� If Zamenhof needed evidence that language could unify

human beings and transform their aspirations, it was all around

him. As Ivan Berend has shown, �from the 1770s to the 1840s, with

few exceptions, all the Central and Eastern European languages��

Polish, Czech, Hungarian, Rumanian, Serbian, and Croatian��were

modernized and standardized literary languages were created �

[that] provided a vehicle for the creation of national literatures and

scholarship, education, journalism and legislation. �11

Such developments were rooted in Herder�s Romantic conviction

that a common language was the spiritual essence of a people,

indivisible from and essential to it: �Has a nation anything more

precious,� asked Herder, �than the language of its fathers? �12

Zamenhof absorbed Herder�s insight, but used it as an Archimedean

lever through which to move diverse peoples with no �fathers� in

common to conceive of themselves as a community. He had also

absorbed Humboldt�s notion of language as a �third universe�

between the empirical world and cognition�as a mediator for the

entirety of human experience. 13 From the legacies of both Herder

and Humboldt, Zamenhof drew the guiding intuition of his life: that

not only social relations but human beings themselves could be

transformed by language.

In the autumn of 1878, about to turn nineteen, Zamenhof drafted

a language expressly designed to turn �Russians, Poles, Germans,

[and] Jews� into �men.� That December, at a small birthday party

for close friends, he formally launched�or in his words,

�consecrated��his Lingwe Universala. Presenting his friends with

both a grammar and a lexicon (neither of which survives), he made

a speech in the new tongue and together, the group sang a

universalist hymn in the Lingwe Universala.

Malamikete de las nacjes

Kad�, kad�, jam temp�est�!

La tot� homoze in familje

Konunigare so deb�.

Let the hatred of the nations

Fall, fall! The time is already here;

All humanity must unite

In one family.

But as soon as the party was over, the new language became a

lonely venture. None of the would-be �apostles of the language� was

willing to sustain it, and Zamenhof would later rue the fact that only

one of them eventually embraced Esperanto. 14 His early effort to

found a new international language-collective was a failure. And

before he would succeed in founding the community of Esperanto,

he would fail again, but this time in the service of nationalism, not

internationalism.

* * *

In one portrait from his teen years, Zamenhof looks studious in large

round spectacles, his hair slicked and parted in the middle along the

same axis as a sparse mustache. But a second photograph, taken in

his early twenties, shows a far more romantic figure, free of glasses

and mustache, sporting a brass-buttoned coat, black hair swept back

over a wide brow, and a poet�s melancholy gaze. This is the Ludovik

who, in 1879, was sent to Moscow University to study medicine.

Perhaps his parents meant him to pursue a more prestigious, less

precarious career than that of a teacher or bureaucrat (other siblings

followed him into medicine, as would two of his three children). Or

perhaps they sought to redirect his quixotic aspiration to build a

universalist language-community toward the more concrete matter

of acquiring a profession. Zamenhof seemed to understand that he

was to keep his aspirations under wraps while in Moscow, and

conceal them he did�an unhappy choice, as it turned out: �The

secrecy tormented me. Being obliged to hide my thoughts and plans,

I hardly went anywhere or took part in anything, and the most

beautiful time of life�the years of a student�for me passed most

sadly.� 15

But soon his aspirations took another form, for the journey to

Moscow took him closer to the pulse of Russian-Jewish intellectual

life, which was centered in St. Petersburg. During the 1860s, the

Jews of Russia, having endured segregation in the Pale of Settlement

(1795), enforced conscription (1820s�), and compulsory enrollment

at special Jewish �Crown� schools, had begun to take up the

question of their future. Zamenhof arrived in Moscow twenty years

later to heated debates between assimilationists and proto-Zionists

(bent on �auto-emancipation�); within a brief time, four new

Russian-language Jewish journals sprang up, and a fifth in Hebrew.

In a retrospective interview published in London�s Jewish

Chronicle, Zamenhof placed himself at the center of the controversy.

Less than three years after drafting his Lingwe Universala, Zamenhof

was becoming an ardent Jewish nationalist:

Already, in the year 1881, when I was studying at the

University of Moscow, I convened a meeting of fifteen of

my fellow-students, and unfolded to them a plan which I

had conceived of founding a Jewish colony in some

unoccupied portion of the globe which would be the

commencement, and become the center of an independent

Jewish State. I succeeded in impressing my views on my

colleagues, and we formed what I believe was the first

politico-Jewish organization in Russia. 16

It was a fateful year for Jews, and for Zamenhof himself. In

March 1881, the assassination of Czar Alexander II (following two

previous attempts) gave rise to pogroms against Jews in the Pale of

Settlement. During the wave of murders, rapes, arson, and looting,

the complicity of police and government officials, scrupulously

documented by observers, created a sensation as far afield as Paris,

London, and New York. Zamenhof was galvanized by a need to

address the most difficult Jewish question of all: what was to become

of the Jews of the Russian Empire? Amid crackdowns in university

discipline and whispers of conspiracy, he managed to complete his

second year of studies, but with a marked decline in grades. 17 An

internal transfer record, gleaned from a Moscow archive by

Zamenhof�s biographer, Aleksander Korĵenkov, declared him �well

behaved and not under suspicion.� 18 By autumn he had decamped

for Warsaw, attributing the move to his father�s financial straits;

more likely, his activism had left him distracted, exposed, and

endangered.

Four months later, on Christmas Day, 1881, a pogrom broke out

in Warsaw, which occupied the western edge of the Pale of

Settlement; in its wake, the harsh May Laws of 1882 lashed Jews

with new restrictions, requiring all Jews living in Russia�s major

cities to relocate to the Pale. Zamenhof, now studying medicine in

Warsaw, threw himself into planning a future elsewhere for Eastern

European Jews. His first Zionist article, �What, Finally, to Do?�

appeared serially in several numbers of the Russian-Jewish journal

Rasyet (Dawn) in 1882 under the anagrammatic pseudonym

G(H)AMZEFON. A Jewish homeland, he argued, was a necessity, but

it need not�in fact, should not�be located in Palestine, also sacred

to Christians and Muslims. A place where religious belief ran high

would place Jews in danger, sapping the resources with which they

were to build a state. Zamenhof did not expect the pious Jews in

Palestine to welcome young Zionists; he seems to have believed their

vows to rebuild the Temple and return Judaism to a purified religion

of sacrifice and ritual. In short, Palestine was an alien, inhospitable,

and primitive place that promised hostility rather than peaceful

coexistence; a few years later, he would call it a �volcano.� 19

Zamenhof�s considered proposal was for Jews to purchase a tract

of unoccupied land�about sixty square miles�on the banks of the

Mississippi River. There, he imagined, Jews would be free to enjoy

the bounty of nature and to live unmolested. All their energy could

be devoted to farming and building a Jewish state�as in Utah, he

wrote, hardly suspecting that the Mormon struggle for Utah�s

statehood would last nearly fifty years. When Zamenhof�s dream of

an American Jewish colony met with ridicule, he swiftly recognized

that the dream of a homeland in Palestine carried far more historical

and cultural prestige. In his next article, he shifted gears, imagining

Jews coming to Palestine �like bees � each from his own leaf and

flower.� 20 It was a romantic image that harbored a harsh truth: if

there was to be any honey in the land of milk and honey, the Jews

would be making it themselves.

Having been active in Moscow�s Hibbat Zion (Lovers of Zion)

movement, he now co-founded a chapter in Warsaw. He and his

fellow Zionists called the organization Shearith Israel (Remnant of

lsrael) and developed a network of youths committed to raising

funds for settlement in Palestine. Seeking the support of more

powerful members of the Jewish community, he convinced the

eminent advocate Israel Jasinowski to serve as president, perhaps

an honorary title, since Zamenhof himself headed up �the

Executive.� By day he studied medicine: by night, he was the go-to

man among Warsaw�s young Zionists, coordinating the activities of

three separate Zionist circles in Warsaw. And, at great personal risk,

he illegally channeled funds for settlement in Palestine to a rabbi in

Bavaria. At the home of a colleague in Hibbat Zion he met his future

wife, the plain, square-jawed Klara Zilbernick, daughter of a

successful soap manufacturer from Kovno (Kaunas).

Later, he would recall the unremitting duties of his Zionist days:

�I drew up the rules, hektographed them myself, and distributed

them, arranged meetings, concerts and balls, enlisted recruits, and

established a patriotic Jewish library.� 21 Among Zionists in Moscow,

and during his period of Zionist activism in Warsaw, Zamenhof kept

silent about his universal language. It was the same impulse that led

him to tell an Esperanto magazine, years later, the story of his

Moscow days without any mention whatsoever of his Zionist period.

The skills he had acquired as a �Jew at home, a man on the street,�

had made him, like so many emancipated Jews of the Russian

Empire, a chameleon, adept at surviving in diverse milieus by

shaping his self-presentation to his audience.

Though he�d shelved the universalist language project, Zamenhof

sooner or later homed back to his conviction that language was

essential for fellowship and solidarity. Unlike his Yeshiva-educated

contemporary, Eliezer Ben-Yehuda, the founder of modern Hebrew,

Zamenhof decided that �ancient Hebrew,� as he put it, could never

serve the Zionist dream. Instead, he devoted more than two years to

updating Yiddish for use in a Jewish state. In the early 1880s, a

modernized Yiddish must have seemed far more practicable than

Hebrew; after all, fully two-thirds of the world�s ten million Jews

were Yiddish speakers. While most Russian-speaking Jews still

referred to it as a �jargon,� Yiddish was slowly earning the respect

of the most self-respecting Jews�writers, such as Mendele Mocher

Sforim (Sholem Yankel Abramovitch); journalists, such as Alexander

Zederbaum, who in 1863 had inaugurated a weekly Yiddish

supplement to his Hebrew-language paper; 22 and Russified Jewish

socialists, who chose Yiddish to take their message to the masses.

Instead of using Hebrew characters, Zamenhof used Latin characters,

inventing a new, rationalized orthography that would free Yiddish

from German-influenced spellings. His innovations anticipated both

Sovietized Yiddish, �liberated� from Hebraicisms in the 1920s, 23 and

the enduring transliteration conventions developed the same decade

by the Yiddish Scientific Institute (YIVO). To avoid homonyms,

Zamenhof spelled homophonic twins, such as nehmen (to take) and

nemen (names), differently. And just as he had composed an anthem

to showcase his universal language in 1878, he now composed a

Zionist ballad that doubled as a practicum in metered verse.

It is hard to say when he put aside the Yiddish project. Only in

1909 did he publish a portion of it in the Yiddish journal Lebn un

Visnshaft; the whole manuscript of his modernized Yiddish did not

appear until 1982, in Russian and Esperanto. But Zamenhof�s

disillusionment with Zionism can be dated to the final months of his

medical studies in 1883. To a group of settlers he had been funding

in Palestine, Zamenhof wrote: �You left already a year and a half

ago, but your affair stands as it did in the start; no, worse, much

worse.� Comparing them unfavorably to David, Bar Kokhba, Mucius

Scaevola, and the Maccabees, he calls them �Don Quixotes�: �And

now [the German-language journal Kolonist] regards you as

wandering nihilists (not socialists).� Lost, lost are your shining

young strengths, which seemed the dawn of salvation. �24

Klara Zamenhof, n�e Zilbernick

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Disappointed and disillusioned by the Zionist dream, he became a

wandering Jew. After receiving his medical degree in 1884, he spent

the next three years in a professional vagrancy. Still single, his life

became increasingly chaotic as he wandered from region to region,

practicing medicine briefly in the town of Veisiejai, 150 miles

northeast of Warsaw, and then in P�ock, 60 miles west of Warsaw.

Intent on more professional security, he went to Vienna for training

in ophthalmology. Returning to Warsaw in 1885, he finally opened

an ophthalmology practice and in 1887 married Klara Silbernick.

Within two years, he would be the father of a son and a daughter,

Adam and Zofia. But it was as the father of Esperanto, which saw

the light in 1887, that he would be better known. And because of

Esperanto, his most demanding child, he would continue to wander,

young family in tow.

Zamenhof family: (left to right) Lidia, Klara, Adam, Ludovik

2. Ten Million Promises

In 1887, when he published Esperanto�s inaugural Russian-language

pamphlet, Zamenhof was nearing thirty. He was a slight,

bespectacled man given to chain-smoking, with piercing, faintly

Asian-looking eyes that seemed out of place in his implausibly

bulbous head. His boxy beard still black, he could have passed for a

younger, less self-important brother of Sigmund Freud. After months

of fruitlessly shopping around his new �international language,�

Zamenhof self-published the pamphlet with a Jewish printer in

Warsaw under a pseudonym: �Doktoro Esperanto.� He referred to it

as the lingvo internacia, or simply as internacia, but within two years,

as an Esperanto-German dictionary of 1889 reveals, it would

become known by the name of its pseudonymous author: Esperanto.

The pamphlet, known today as the Unua Libro (First Book), wore

some of the trappings of other European language projects: a

lengthy foreword, a pronouncing alphabet, a dictionary, a list of

sixteen grammatical rules, and, as a specimen translation, the

requisite Lord�s Prayer. But it contained other, more idiosyncratic

items: an excerpt from the Hebrew Bible (Gen 1:1�10); a translation

of a poem by the baptized German-Jewish poet Heine; and a jocular

letter to a friend (�I�m picturing � the face you�ll make after

receiving my letter!�). Even more unusual was an exhibition of two

original poems in the lingvo internacia, both melancholic effusions

written in rhymed stanzas. One would call them conventional, were

they not the sole poems in the language.

Lingvo Internacia (Unua Libro)

Making no reference to his high-minded ambition to break down

barriers of ethnicity and nation, Zamenhof pitched the language as

�an official and commercial dialect� that would yield economies of

time and money. He was writing not for heirs to an ancient

community of believers, but for secular moderns. To acquire �this

rich, mellifluous, universally comprehensible language,� he boasted,

�is not a matter of years of laborious study, but the mere light

amusement of a few days.� 25 Hence, inspired by �the so-called secret

alphabets,� he proposed the language simply as a gamelike code,

complete with a key, slender enough to �carry in one�s note-book, or

the waistcoat-pocket.� Beyond the air of progress, functionality, and

efficiency, there was another signal difference from earlier

constructed languages. The lingvo internacia was presented as

provisional and unfinished, and the reader was entreated to help

bring it to completion. It was as if God had stopped the Creation on

the fifth day, trusting the animals to make the people.

Toward the end of the brochure appeared eight coupons, printed

on a single page:

Promise

I, the undersigned, promise to learn the proposed international language of Doctor

Esperanto, if it wil be shown that 10 mil ion people publicly give the same

promise.

Signed:

Name:

Address:

The scheme was in equal measure canny and grandiose. Zamenhof

knew that people would be more likely to commit to learning a new

language if they could be assured of a community; but ten million

promises? The combined populations of Warsaw and Paris

numbered under four million. While waiting for the phantasmal ten

million promises to materialize, Zamenhof invited criticism, vowing

to maintain a one-year comment period, at the end of which he

would tally the �votes� and publish �an abstract of the proposed

changes.� Only then would the language receive its �final form�

from an unspecified �academy of the tongue.�

Fortuitously, the emergence of Esperanto coincided with the fall

of Volap�k to ferocious infighting over linguistic issues. By 1887,

many Volap�kist circles had lost faith in the cause; some, like the

Nuremberg circle, were only too glad to defect to Esperanto, a far

easier language to learn, and one that seemed to promise more in

the way of real-world applications, especially commerce. In the

wake of Volap�k�s definitive collapse, Esperanto swiftly gained

ground and within two years, the Unua Libro had been published

throughout Europe in German, Hebrew, Yiddish, Swedish, Latvian,

Danish, Bulgarian, Italian, Spanish, French, and Czech. There were

two English editions, the first so faulty�and so much in demand�

that it had to be redone a year later. 26

Perhaps because he had received only a thousand coupons, mostly

from Russia and Germany 27 (about 20 percent of them from Jews),

Zamenhof decided to stimulate interest in Esperanto with a new

publication. In 1888, he published the Dua Libro (Second Book), not

in Russian but in the lingvo internacia itself, suggesting that there was

now a substantial readership conversant with the language. Above

all, Zamenhof wrote, readers should use the language in

correspondence, coining new words as necessary, and he promised

to supply them with a directory, which he did in 1889. But he did not

want to retain the privileged role of �author� of the language, as he

avowed in the Dua Libro:

This brochure is the last word that I will utter in the role of

author. From this day the future of the international

language is no longer more in my hands than in the hands

of any other friend of this sacred idea. We must now work

together in equality, each, according to one�s own

strength.� Let us work and hope! 28

It was the first of many inventions of farewell, most of them

forgotten as soon as Zamenhof perceived Esperanto to be under

threat, from within or without. It was well and good to cede the

language to its users, but as a practical matter, the disappointing

influx of coupons rankled. News that the American Philosophical

Society in Philadelphia was debating the question of an

international language tempted Zamenhof with the hope that

Esperanto might be adopted by a prestigious body, its well-being

taken into their hands. But Zamenhof�s dream was also his worst

nightmare: that �experts� would �improve� a language meant to

belong to its users.

When the proposed APS congress was scrapped, there was not a

sufficient infrastructure for Esperanto to gain momentum. Still stung

by his disappointment over the coupons, Zamenhof focused on

building a community, proposing a new �League of Esperantists�

comprising clubs rather than individual members. After twenty-five

clubs had joined, the league would elect a ten-member Language

Committee. Though he had forfeited ownership of the language,

Zamenhof attempted single-handedly to draft rules of governance,

which led to a falling-out with his two German co-editors on La

Esperantisto (The Esperantist), a magazine based in Nuremberg. It

was Zamenhof�s fate, having renounced power over the movement,

to be always at the mercy of the most powerful forces within the

movement, whether this meant influential clubs, prestigious leaders

or, early in the new century, strong national Esperanto

organizations. With the magazine about to go under, Zamenhof

contemplated selling stock in the movement to raise cash, 29 but the

affair was saved by an infusion of cash from a well-to-do surveyor

named Wilhelm Heinrich Trompeter, who in 1891 assumed financial

responsibility for the movement. He even paid Zamenhof a one-

hundred-mark monthly salary (about $600 USD in today�s currency)

for editing the journal.

Despite Trompeter�s timely intervention, for Zamenhof the dozen

years after the publication of the Unua Libro were an ordeal of

poverty, professional stumbles, and dislocation fueled by a bitter

elixir of determination, shame, and despair. He found himself in a

bare-knuckle struggle to keep Esperanto alive, even as he struggled

to do the same for both his family and his career. The impact on

both family and career of his labor for Esperanto was disastrous. His

publications had been largely funded by Klara�s dowry, backed up

by emoluments from her indulgent but increasingly frustrated father.

In the late 1880s, Zamenhof sent his pregnant wife and young son,

Adam, born in 1888, to stay with Klara�s father in Kovno, and

scouted for a town that met his two requirements: a dearth of

oculists and a Jewish community. His 1889 attempt to establish a

practice in the Ukrainian town of Kherson (which was one-third

Jewish)30 was a fiasco. As he later wrote, �I simply and literally,

often, didn�t even have anything to eat � neither my wife, nor my

in-laws knew anything about this.� 31

During the hungry, lonely months in Kherson, Zamenhof

somehow found the time to write articles, translate a story by Hans

Christian Andersen, and edit La Esperantisto. As Korĵenkov notes,

Zamenhof wrote for the magazine �in his real name, under

pseudonyms, and anonymously,� 32 lest it seem that the entire issue

was the work of one person. His translation of �The Little Mermaid,�

for example, was written under the pseudonym �Anna R.� Perhaps

he chose the name to attract women to the language; perhaps he

identified with the trials of the mermaid, who paid for her desire to

enter a larger, wider world by surrendering her tongue.

When Zamenhof�s second child, Zofia, arrived in 1889, he

reluctantly accepted a bailout from his �miraculous father-in-law�

(as Esperantists refer to him) on the condition that he return to

Warsaw. But when pressure mounted on Zamenhof�s friable career,

he sought a less expensive place to live in Grodno, a predominantly

Jewish town not far from Bia�ystok. As he later put it in a letter to

Alfred Michaux:

My income was larger than in Warsaw and life was less

expensive. Although in Grodno, my income still didn�t

entirely cover my expenses and I had to continue to take

support from my father-in law, nonetheless, I patiently

stayed in place there for a period of four years. 33

Fleeting glimpses of Zamenhof�s four �patient� years in Grodno

have recently been brought to light by Korĵenkov: Zamenhof sitting

as a juror, attending meetings of the medical society, collaborating

on public health research on the eyesight of schoolchildren, and

volunteering to become an army medical doctor (which unlike his

sister, he never became). 34 Surrounded by his wife and two children,

he became much better integrated into the community than he had

been in Kherson.

* * *

In January 1894, his hopes for both a league and a language

committee dashed, Zamenhof proposed a radical overhaul of the

Unua Libro and Dua Libro. After seven years of urging the users of the

language to complete his work, he was impatient. He�d both hoped

for and feared the embrace of Esperanto by a learned academy; now

he knew that Esperanto�s enthusiasts would be too weak to forestall

�expert� intervention. Hence, he proposed a raft of reforms to alter

pronunciation, numbers, and personal pronouns; the definite article

was sent packing and adjectival agreement was suspended. Not only

adjectives, but the �fundamental� endings of verbs and adverbs were

altered. The accusative, which had enabled speakers of different

languages to order words as they would in their own language, he

excised, recommending subject-verb-object word order (which has

historically predominated, according to the Dutch linguist Wim

Jansen). 35 Taking his lexical inversion of Yiddish to an extreme, he

now advised coiners of new words �to avoid German and Slavic

words, and take, whenever possible, only from Romance

languages�; he even recommended doing away with the tiny ĉapeloj

over letters, which had posed typographical difficulties and which,

he later learned, were an impediment to the visually impaired. Of

the sixteen fundamental rules, only four stood unchanged. 36 The

reforms were, in Korĵenkov�s phrase, �drastic,� 37 and the chief

casualty was the vaunted simplicity and transparency of the

language.

To adopt a raft of reforms would have returned Esperanto to

infancy; moreover, it would have required all of Esperanto�s

enthusiasts to retrain and retool, and this the rank and file of the

Esperantists (a body constituted by the subscribers to La Esperantisto)

were not prepared to do. The rejection of Zamenhof�s 1894 reforms

led to a crisis of confidence in him, his movement, and his journal.

Defections began, especially among former Volap�kists in

Nuremberg. Meanwhile, the number of subscribers to La Esperantisto

plummeted, from 889 in 1893, to 596 in 1894, to 425 in 1895. 38

When even his patron, Trompeter, withdrew support, Zamenhof

briefly collaborated with Tolstoy�s publisher, Posrednik, publishing

an Esperanto translation of an excerpt from Tolstoy�s essay �Reason

or Faith.� But Tolstoy�s essay and others condoning civil

disobedience provoked the banning of La Esperantisto in Russia, and

with two-thirds of its subscribers gone, the journal soon collapsed. In

May 1895, an appeal to the censor from Tolstoy himself, describing

Zamenhof as a man �passionately dedicated to his invention and

having already lost by his enterprise,� 39 reversed the ban, but for La

Esperantisto, it was too late.

Zamenhof must have known the reforms would be defeated, for

even as he was developing them, he was translating Hamlet into the

original 1887 version of Esperanto. With Hamleto, Reĝido de Danujo,

Zamenhof launched a new international Library of Esperanto, which

had been envisioned in the inaugural pamphlet of 1887: �Were there

but an international language, all translations would be made into it

alone, as into a tongue intelligible to all.� 40 As Tonkin has observed,

Shakespeare, revered by Goethe, Schiller, Pushkin, and Turgenev,

was the playwright on whom litterateurs in the newly revived

national languages (Polish, Czech, and Hungarian) had cut their

teeth in the 1790s. 41 And in these European milieus, the brooding

figure of Hamlet towered over the rest of Shakespeare�s characters,

representing intellect, philosophical independence, a dialectical

relation to truth, and a challenge to corrupt anciens regimes.

But unlike Polish, Czech, and Hungarian, Esperanto was not the

language of an ancient folk; in 1894, it was barely past teeth-

cutting. In effect, Zamenhof was asking a seven-year-old to perform

Hamlet�and perform it did, furnishing him not only with syllables

for fluent blank verse, but also with a lexicon that, but for some

three dozen new roots he coined for the occasion, was almost

entirely sufficient for his needs. Thus, ambitious to build both a

library and a community, Zamenhof produced a playable Hamlet, 42

his shaky command of English notwithstanding. With the aid of a

German translation and probably a Russian one, too, he gave

Esperanto its first Shakespeare play.

For Zamenhof, the final years of the century were years of

despair and disaffection. When his father-in-law refused him funds

to launch yet another journal, the Zamenhofs returned to Warsaw,

where he set up his ophthalmalogical practice among the city�s

poorest Jews. He would remain in his house-clinic at 9 Dzika Street

from 1897 until the final months of his life, depending on these Jews

for his livelihood.

Meanwhile, Esperanto was buoyed by a new wave of enthusiasts

in France. Until 1900, Russians constituted the single largest

constituency in the movement, and the majority came from the

heavily Jewish Pale of Settlement. 43 But in the final years of the

century, Esperanto had been steadily gaining ground among an

erudite group of French intellectuals�philosophers, mathematicians,

a minister of state, and a university rector�which brought the

movement to a crossroads: for the first time, the French overtook the

Russians in the membership rolls. 44 In 1900 we find Zamenhof,

Janus-faced, looking in two directions: toward Russia, where the

Jewish intelligentsia were still debating, with more at stake than

ever, their future and their tongue; and toward Paris, where

Esperanto�s future appeared to lie. But even with this new

constituency in France, how was Esperanto, with virtually no one

speaking it from birth and no institutions endorsing it, to survive

into a new century? Perhaps France�s leading intellects would use

their influence to recommend Esperanto to the whole world, but if

not, Zamenhof had another plan: to spread Esperanto among

Russia�s Jews�but this time, as a modern Jewish language.

3. A Shadow People

Having lost faith in Zionism as an answer to anti-Semitism,

Zamenhof announced that he had �crossed the Rubicon� to

universalism. He rarely revisited his Zionist period in his essays,

letters, and interviews, though he never denied his Jewishness. �I

want to work only for absolute justice among people,� he later

wrote. �I�m profoundly convinced that I�ll bring my unhappy people

much more good this way, than by a nationalist goal.� 45 In fact, his

striving for �absolute justice� entailed an audacious attempt to

renovate Jewish religious experience, build a modern and authentic

Jewish community, and gradually include people of other faiths and

nationalities. It was in this imagined community that he hoped to

root Esperanto, securing it as a hereditary language.

He was not the only Russian Jew of his generation to decry a

moral hollowness among modern, assimilated Jews. In 1897, Asher

Hirsch Ginsberg, better known as Ahad Ha�am (One of the People),

admonished the First Zionist Congress for failing to ground

nationalism in the ethics of Judaism. Statehood, if not founded in

moral vision and ethical commitment, was �idolatrous�; redemption,

if equated with political sovereignty, merely a phantasm. �The

deliverance of Israel,� wrote Ahad Ha�am, lay neither in territorial

covenant nor in diplomacy, but in the legacy of the prophets,

�envisioning the reign of justice in the world at the end of days. �46

Zamenhof�s Hil elism: A Project in Response to the Jewish Question

(1901), a Russian-language tract four times as long as the 1887

proposal for Esperanto, was his answer to this longing for prophecy.

Its original title, Cal to the Jewish Intel ectuals of Russia, invokes

earlier appeals to the Jews to assume responsibility for their fate,

such as Leo Pinsker�s 1882 Auto-Emancipation (which used an

epigraph from Hillel), Emma Lazarus�s 1881�82 Epistle to the

Hebrews, and Theodor Herzl�s The Jewish State (1896). In Hil elism,

which he published under the Latin pseudonym �Homo Sum� (I Am a

Man), he excoriated the false consciousness of emancipated,

assimilated Jews who identified themselves as �Russians of Mosaic

religion,� the legal term for Jews in the Russian Empire:

The Jewish people for a long time now haven�t existed.�

The expression �the Jewish people� � is only the

consequence of an illusion, a deep-rooted metaphor,

similar to the way in which we say about a portrait of a

person, customarily, �There is that person� while

nevertheless this person is already long dead and what

remains to us in the portrait is only its shadow. 47

To Zamenhof, these Russian Jews were wrong about two things:

how Jewish they were and how Russian they were. First, no matter

how many generations they had lived in Russia or how fluently they

spoke the language, they would always be Jews to their Russian

neighbors. Second, to invoke the �Mosaic religion� was doubly

hypocritical, since these Jews neither showed respect for religious

authority�divine, Mosaic, or otherwise�nor observed any religious

or spiritual practices. To Zamenhof, the emancipated Russian Jews

failed every possible test of being a people: they were scattered,

irreligious, and immersed in the culture in which they lived, and

they lacked ethnic homogeneity. �In whose name do we suffer and

condemn our children to suffering? In the name of a phantom, an

empty phantom. �48 The clincher, for Zamenhof, was that they �had

no language,� �since language is rightly that link which makes this

or that group of human beings, a people.� 49 Yiddish, although �rich

in forms � and possessed of a rigorous grammar,� 50 was a �jargon,�

and Hebrew was embedded in the ancient observances and liturgy

such modern Jews had forsworn. (Zamenhof was not above hedging

his bets: only a decade earlier, he had issued the Unua Libro in both

Hebrew [1888] and Yiddish [1889].)

For Zamenhof, the Jewish intelligentsia were culpable for

clinging tightly to the image of the dead ancestor, to a world that

could never again be theirs:

We are simply chained to a cadaver. The regional-racial

form of the Jewish religion now is not only a

philosophical-religious absurdity, but also the fullest

possible anachronism; and until such time as this form will

exist, the suffering of the Jews will never, never cease,

neither because of [ethnic] liberalism, nor because of

Zionism, and after one hundred and after one thousand

years, will Heine�s prophetic words still pertain with the

same strength: Das Judentum is keine religion, es ist ein

Ungluck. [Judaism is not a religion, it is a misfortune]. 51

For the �absurdity� of nationalism, Zamenhof squarely placed the

blame on those who �uttered the unhappy words, �God made with us

a covenant,�� thereby confounding monotheism with nationality and

turning a philosophical, ethical world-concept into an ethnically

homogeneous nation.

If the ancestors were mistaken, so was the Scripture that

sanctioned the Abrahamic covenant. Hence, the God who despaired

of humanity after the outrage at Babel, choosing to favor the people

Israel, had to be reimagined. Only by dislodging the concept of a

covenanting God�only through a �change to the Hebrew religion��

could the �inner system� of exile be altered. He was urging Jews

who had already released themselves from Mosaic law to shed their

allegiance to the Abrahamic covenant. What he proposed was a

�purified� Judaism, unbound from Mosaic law and purged of

nationalism.

The conundrum Zamenhof faced was the one that had faced the

apostle Paul two millennia earlier: how to create a unified spiritual

community after Mosaic law had been abandoned, especially if that

community was no longer defined by ethnicity. Whereas Paul sought

to instill discipline in the churches, Zamenhof developed a credo

around the ethical teaching of the first-century B.C.E. rabbi Hillel:

�Do not do unto others what is hateful to you.� Hilelismo, as he

called it, entailed three essential precepts:

1. We feel and recognize the existence of the highest Power,

who rules the world, and this Power we call God.

2. God puts his laws inside the heart of each person in the form

of conscience; for this reason, at all times obey the voice of

your conscience, since it is the voice of God, and never silent.

3. Love your neighbor and act with others in such a way that

you would wish them to act with you, and never do

anything, openly or in secret, which your internal voice tells

you does not please God. All other instructions � are only

human commentaries. 52

This third point was, in so many words, Hillel�s famed response to

the gentile who asked the rabbi to teach him Torah standing on one

foot, except that Zamenhof omitted Hillel�s coda: �[And now] go

study.� He was seeking to instill a motive for communal cohesion in

what he perceived as a radically disintegrated Jewish people,

writing in a mode that Andrew Wernick has called �socio-

theology.� 53

If we look to Hillelism for the blueprint of a functioning

community, we won�t find it. Having lodged the �laws� of God �in

the heart in the form of conscience,� Zamenhof left authority, moral

standards, judgment, and sanction entirely unaddressed. His guiding

intuition in doing so was canny and pragmatic: the best way to

transform Jews into Hillelists was by allowing them to live and act

out what remained of their culture. Hillelism would wear, so to

speak,

an outer dress of present-day Judaism. But this clothing

will be complete, definite and pure, and not full of holes

and patches, as it is with present-day Jewish intellectuals,

who randomly pick at their own rags here and take off the

final remnants there, and all the while feel the complete

abnormality and unhappiness of their nudity. 54

Hillelism would garb modern Judaism in integrity rather than a

patchwork of laws, but if it were to gain traction among the Jews of

Russia, it had to be recognizably, culturally Jewish.

Thus, Zamenhof retained all religious observances and customs

that could be adapted to Hillelist precepts. The Hebrew Bible, for

instance, as long as it was regarded as a �human� book, would be

retained as a treasury of legends and devotional poetry for the

Jewish people. The Sabbath, purged of the punctilious observance of

prescriptions, would remain a sacred day of rest, Judaism�s best

defense against materialism. And so on with the High Holidays and

the Jewish festivals. Zamenhof even retained Hanukkah, not as a

nationalist festival but as an �historical commemoration.� (The fact

that he was born during Hanukkah may have entrenched its

appeal.)

Hebrew, however, was too suffused with nationhood to be

amenable to Hillelism�s �liberal conscience, and sincere expression

of thought and prayer�:

[Yet] a group of people, desiring to call itself a people,

must above all possess their language, otherwise, it is only

the shadow of a people � a people only in a negative

sense; that is to say, all existing peoples will not accept

them as [if they were] something foreign; [this people]

will not have its own identity. 55

Only a �neutral, invented� language�one �unlimitedly rich,

flexible, full of every �bagatelle� which gives life to language,

beautiful-sounding and extraordinarily easy��could unify and

authenticate a renovated, Hillelist people. As it happened, such a

language�which Zamenof left unnamed�was already to hand:

�The labors of the last decades show that this language not only can

exist and satisfy the most refined followers, but that � it is so

simple that even the most uneducated person can learn it very well

in one week (and children can make it their own from birth). �56

Clearly Zamenhof believed that Hilellists would pass this language

on to their children, as peoples will. And over time, it would become

�specially adapted to the spirit, life, manner of thought and

expression, specifics and customs of these people who founded the

initial contingent of Hillelists.� Hillelism would transform a

�fictive,� shadow people into a real one, and Esperanto would be

the means of transformation.

In the same way that Hillelism will not exist without a

neutral language, thus, the idea of the neutral language

can never truly come into being without Hillelism.� The

international language will become strengthened in

perpetuity only in the event that there will exist some

group of people who accept it as a familial, hereditary

language. 57

In isolation, Esperanto was a code, Hillelism a cult. But together,

they constituted an ethical calling that looked to the future, not the

past, for the spirit of community.

As he later told the Jewish Chronicle, Hillelism promised the

�normalization� of Jewishness.

We ought to create in Judaism a normal sect, and strive to

bring it about that that sect may come, in the course of

time�say after 100 or 150 years�to include the whole

Jewish people. We should then become a powerful group.

Nay, more, we should be in a position to conquer the

civilized world with our ideas, as the Christians have

hitherto succeeded in doing, though they only commenced

by being a small Jewish body. Instead of being absorbed

by the Christian world, we shall absorb them; for that is

our mission, to spread among humanity the truth of

monotheism and the principles of justice and fraternity. 58

What readers of the Jewish Chronicle might have called

�assimilation,� Zamenhof imagined as Jewish salience and

empowerment. His concept of �normalization��uniting Jews and

then �conquer[ing] the civilized world��was, to say the least,

idiosyncratic. And precisely at the moment when he planned to

usher Hillelism into the Esperanto world, his dreams collided with a

bitter reality: the prestigious Esperantists of France intended to hold

the future of Esperanto hostage until Zamenhof agreed to cut

Hillelism loose. They told him that the problem was his religious

utopianism; he did not need to be told that in France, during the era

of Dreyfus, the problem was his Jewishness.

4. Mysterious Phantoms

Louis de Beaufront�who would come to be known as Esperanto�s

Judas�was the man who single-handedly oversaw the blossoming of

the French Esperanto movement. Zamenhof�s biographers have not

been kind to him, describing him as a �sham marquis,� a

�mythomaniac,� and a �hypocrite� with a �tormented craving for

importance� couched in �jesuitical humility.� 59 He was born Louis

Eugène Albert Chevreux in 1855 in Seine-et-Marne, near Paris. A

multilingual private tutor, Chevreux let it be known that he was

delicate in health following a bout of typhus, and he dropped hints

of youthful indiscretions in India. In 1887, the year Zamenhof

became �Doktoro Esperanto,� Chevreux took the aristocratic

patronym �de Beaufront,� under which he appeared in the first

directory of Esperantists (1888). From these obscure beginnings,

Beaufront had an outsized�and dire�impact on the movement.

In 1892, when Beaufront published an Esperanto textbook for

French speakers, there were only ten French subscribers to La

Esperantisto. Beaufront changed that by rendering Esperanto

palatable to the French bourgeoisie. 60 To that end, he emphasized

the practical benefits of Esperanto in his promotional material, and

in 1898, founded the Societ� pour la propagation de l�Esp�ranto,

which transposed the pedagogical practices of the French education

system onto the lingvo internacia. Graded examinations modeled on

those given to French students were administered to certify

proficient Esperantists as �adepts,� but membership was also

available to those who gave financial support. 61 Not only did

Beaufront accommodate Esperanto to the French bourgeoisie by

invoking familiar institutions and procedures; he also presented the

case for Esperanto to the French Association for the Advancement of

Science at the 1900 Exposition Universelle. At Beaufront�s urging,

Zamenhof prepared a lengthy address called �Essence and Future of

the Idea of an International Language,� which he wrote under the

pseudonym �M. Unuel� (meaning �Monsieur One of,� perhaps an

homage to Ahad Ha�am). Given unprecedented access to

intellectuals, Zamenhof seized his chance to convince the eminent

francophones who dominated the spheres of science and diplomacy

just how urgently they needed Esperanto.

Hyperbolical, polemical, at times bombastic, the address was not

finely calibrated to its audience, and it fell to Beaufront to edit and

translate it for the academicians. Beaufront trimmed away some

polemical passages but left intact Zamenhof�s vaunting comparison

of Esperanto to �the discovery of America, the use of steam engines

and the introduction of the alphabet.� 62 Massaged by Beaufront,

Zamenhof�s appeal was sufficient to attract a handful of prestigious

adherents who soon became the movement�s leaders: retired general

Hippolyte Sebert, a ballistics expert and reformer of library

classification; �mile Boirac, the philosopher and rector of the

University of Grenoble; and the mathematician-philosopher Louis

Couturat, formerly of the University of Caen.

Beaufront�s most influential convert, the worldly mathematician

Carlo Bourlet, persuaded the president of the eight-thousand-member

cycling organization Touring Club de France63 that Esperanto would

be invaluable to its members. Through the TCF, Esperanto attracted

the linguist Th�ophile Cart, who in 1904 cofounded the first

Esperanto press (Presa Esperantista Societo). Another important

adherent was the French Jew Louis �mile Javal, an innovator in the

field of physiological optics, who went blind from glaucoma in 1900.

Javal believed that Esperanto, reformed and rendered in Braille,

could help to bring literature to the blind; he inspired more than a

century of activism for Esperanto on the part of blind samideanoj.

Zamenhof�s only Jewish counterpart among the French leaders,

Javal became a trusted intimate, and Jewish terms and references

make frequent appearances in their correspondence. In a letter to

Javal, Zamenhof quoted the �rule given to the ancient Palestinian

sages: �It is not your duty to finish the work, but you don�t have the

right to distance yourself from it.�� 64

Bourlet�s other signal contribution was to convince the firm of

Hachette to publish Zamenhof�s long dreamed-of �Esperanto library

of world literature and philosophy.� Thanks to Esperanto�s

newfound legitimacy in France, never again would Zamenhof need

to self-publish. But even with his financial stress alleviated,

Zamenhof�s late hours and incessant smoking told on his health,

which was never robust. As he wrote in a letter of 1905, �I�m not

even 46 years old [and] I feel like a 60-year-old. �65 He had already

begun to suffer angina and shortness of breath, symptoms of the

heart disease that would eventually take his life. By day, he

provided eye care to the Jewish poor of Warsaw, living among them

and operating a clinic in his home. By night, he devoted himself to

Esperanto, editing and translating for the Hachette series and

writing articles and letters. And in the moments between waking

and sleeping, between cases of cataract and of trachoma, he set his

hopes on Beaufront�s advocacy in France.

On the face of it, Beaufront was making remarkable progress. The

Association for the Promotion of Esperanto (soon renamed the

French Association for the Promotion of Esperanto) more than

doubled its membership between 1902 and 1905, when its rolls

showed 4,052 members. 66 Behind the scenes, though, Beaufront was

embroiled in squabbles with Bourlet, while Cart, an antireformist,

was squabbling with various proponents of reforming the language.

During the summer of 1904, seventeen years after Esperanto was

first brought before the public, the inaugural international congress

took place at Calais, jointly hosted by the English and French

Esperantists from Calais and Dover, respectively. The congress drew

nearly two hundred participants, and all sessions and activities were

conducted entirely in Esperanto. Flushed with the success at Calais,

Michaux, an influential lawyer (whom Korĵenkov identifies as

Jewish)67 offered his city, Boulogne-sur-Mer, as the host for a full-

scale �Universal� Congress, to be held the following summer.

Zamenhof�s hope was that the Universal Congress would become an

annual event, providing the movement with �a heart-warming

religious center.� 68 In fact, as he would later remark at the 1907

Universal Congress in Cambridge, England, he conceived of

congresses on the model of the thrice-yearly Jewish pilgrimage

festivals. 69

By 1905, four years after he had offered Hillelism to the Jews of

Russia, they had still not heeded his call; as he would later tell the

Jewish Chronicle, �Many persons confessed to me that in their hearts

they agreed with me, but they had not the courage to say so openly.

I could not find a single person willing to help me.� 70 His call to the

Jews of Russia was, after all, paradoxical: He had appealed to them

as a community, yet his tract denied that they were a functioning

community. Having failed to persuade the Jews of Russia to become

Hillelists, he saw the Boulogne Universal Congress as an opportunity

to introduce Hillelism to Esperantists as an interethnic movement

and, from this ingathering, build outward.

Hence, the now-famous letter to Michaux, in which he described

Hillelism as a �moral bridge by which all peoples and religions could

unite in brotherhood without the creation of any new dogmas and

without the need for people to throw away their own religion, up to

this point.�� 71 Warming to his theme, Zamenhof made his claim

that his Jewishness was his chief motive for creating a language of

interethnic understanding. As a Jew committed to universalism

rather than to Zionism, he wrote, he had lived a �tormented� and

�embattled life.� On the other hand, he insisted that he had never

concealed (and clearly did not intend to conceal) his Judaism. To

send home the point that he had sacrificed for his vision�as a Jew,

a doctor, a husband, and a father�the letter included a lengthy

narrative of his failures and wanderings of the 1880s and 1890s.

Michaux, receiving the letter, warned the other French members

of the Congress Committee that Zamenhof was liable to discourse

about �mysticism.� In response, the Congress Committee requested

that Zamenhof submit the text of his inaugural speech. It was a

remarkable document, tempering rapturous, millenarian optimism

with chastened, homespun humility.

The present day is sacred. Our meeting is humble; the

outside world knows little about it and the words spoken

here will not be telegraphed to all the towns and villages

of the world; heads of state and cabinet ministers are not

meeting here to change the political map of the world; this

hall is not resplendent with luxurious clothes and

impressive decorations; no cannon are firing salutes

outside the modest building in which we are assembled;

but through the air of our hall mysterious sounds are

travelling, very low sounds, not perceptible by the ear, but

audible to every sensitive soul: the sound of something

great that is now being born. Mysterious phantoms are

floating in the air � the image of a time to come, of a new

era. [They] will fly into the world, will be made flesh, will

assume power. 72

Just as the Jews were a �shadow people� who had yet to realize

themselves in modernity, the Esperantists were as yet �phantoms� of

the just and harmonious people they would help to bring into being.

The draft of Zamenhof�s speech ended by invoking �a high moral

force� with a hymn of his own composition, called �Prayer under the

Green Standard.�

To thee, O powerful incorporeal mystery

Great force, ruling the world,

To thee, great source of love and trust,

And everlasting source of life,

To thee, whom all men present differently,

Yet sense alike in their hearts

To thee, who createst, to thee, who rulest,

We pray today.

When the Congress Committee met in closed session to review the

speech, the result was explosive. In Michaux�s words (as quoted by

Gaston Waringhien):

One can hardly grasp the wonderment and scandal of

these French intellectuals, with their Cartesian and

rational[ist] spirit, representatives of lay universities and

supporters of secular government, accustomed to and

identified with freethinking and atheism, when they heard

this flaming prayer to �the high moral Power. �73

Though Zamenhof�s address had not mentioned his Jewishness

explicitly, it didn�t seem to matter; he was framed by the French as a

Jewish outsider:

�But he�s a Jewish prophet,� cried Bourlet, and Cart for his

part: �That Slav! Michaux will never be able to control this

crazy man!��and Sebert lamented: �We�ll be ruined and a

laughingstock. �74

On the eve of the congress, Zamenhof came before the organizing

committee, who pressured him to amend his speech and jettison the

prayer. Tearful, isolated, apprehensive, he refused to change the

speech, but agreed to drop the final stanza of the prayer, which

declared that �Christians, Jews or Mahometans, /We are all children

of God.�

To most of the nearly seven hundred participants, who were

unaware of the tension between Zamenhof and the organizing

committee, the Boulogne congress was a phenomenal success.

Arriving in Paris en route to the congress, Zamenhof found himself

an instant celebrity. He was banqueted at the Hȏtel de Ville, feted at

the Eiffel Tower, named a Knight of the Legion of Honor, and given

a VIP tour of the Esperanto Printing Society. And in Boulogne, he

was greeted by cheers in the language he had invented. Esperanto

proved itself equal to any occasion: meetings, concerts, a

performance of Molière�s The Forced Marriage, a mass, readings,

banquets, balls, and excursions to Folkestone and Dover. On display

were the green-and-white Esperanto flag, newly created by the

Esperantists of Boulogne; books and magazines in Esperanto; and

various souvenirs: �pencils, pens, erasers, plates, liqueurs

[�Esperantine�], biscuits, soaps and even a completely fresh modern

invention: an electric board that lit up when endings were in

grammatical agreement.� 75

The First Universal Congress, Boulogne-sur-Mer, 1905

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Delivering his contested speech the next day, Zamenhof hewed to

his hard bargain. Exhausted by his ordeal before the Congress

Committee, he was stunned to receive a long and thundering

ovation. It was the first time, but not the last, that he would be

revered by a throng of Esperantists as the godlike Kreinto�

Esperanto�s beloved creator. It thrilled him; it also embarrassed him.

Whereas Schleyer had referred to himself as Volap�k�s �supreme

leader,� 76 Zamenhof rejected the title majstro (master) whenever he

was addressed as such.

Javal, a Jew, attributed Zamenhof�s warm reception to the

committee�s efforts to conceal his Jewishness, especially from the

French press. Of seven hundred articles about the congress, Javal

noted, only one referred to Zamenhof as a Jew: �We needed

admirable discipline to hide your origins from the public,� Javal

wrote. That anti-Semitism lay beneath the committee�s �handling� of

Zamenhof, Javal was in no doubt. But in the great tradition of

Jewish self-deception, Javal ascribed anti-Semitism to the French

public at large, commending the committee for protecting Zamenhof

�and Esperanto.

In the era of Alfred Dreyfus, the Jewish army captain who had

been convicted on trumped-up treason charges, and whose case had

unleashed a wave of French anti-Semitism, Jewishness was at the

very least a liability. But there was more at stake for the Congress

Committee than managing public relations. Just as Dreyfus had

polarized the French populace, his fate had riven the French

leadership of the Esperanto movement. As Marjorie Boulton,

Zamenhof�s biographer, writes, �General Sebert and Javal were pro-

Dreyfus, de Beaufront and Bourlet, anti-Dreyfus.� 77 Neither Javal

nor Zamenhof was willing to confront the fact that the Congress

Committee, rather than deal with its potentially embarrassing

disunity, had preferred to divorce Esperanto from Hillelism and

occlude Zamenhof�s own Jewishness. Even for the pro-Dreyfusards,

saving the good name of Esperanto was a greater cause than

defending Zamenhof�s Jewishness. As Javal wrote to Zamenhof, �On

this point all friends of Esperanto agree, that we must continue to

hide the matter, as long as the great battle is not yet won.� 78 By the

time of Javal�s death, two years later, the �great battle� for

Esperanto�the fina venko�was no closer to triumph. As for the

battle against French anti-Semitism, even thirty years after Javal�s

death, it was far from over: four of Javal�s five children would

perish in the Holocaust.

* * *

During these early years, the governing structure of the Esperanto

movement was decidedly unstable. With French elites dominating

the movement, pressure to accord national movements such as

France and Germany an administrative role increased. During the

run-up to the Boulogne Congress, Zamenhof proposed that the

twenty member countries should be represented proportionally on a

Central Committee, their delegates elected annually from a

collective of local clubs. 79 And the Central Committee, in turn,

would elect its own president. In addition, Zamenhof envisioned a

suite of working groups overseeing administration, congresses,

examinations, and the authorization of manuscripts (the Censor�s

Committee). A Language Committee could recommend changes to

the Central Committee which, if approved, would still require

ratification by the congress.

In July 1905, the Boulogne Congress defeated Zamenhof�s

proposal. In its place, they passed a toothless resolution, authored

by Cart, declaring that �national Esperanto groups [should] strive

for closer relations among them. �80 Rather than hash out the details

and draw up a constitution�rather than take on the burden of self-

government�the congress simply postponed the matter of

governance to the next congress. As a sop to Zamenhof, he was

licensed to name the members of the Language Committee. Indeed,

he named ninety-eight members, but their prerogatives were

nominal and their number would prove unwieldy. Relations between

national units, local clubs, and individual members remained vague

and unspecified; no mechanisms were in place to facilitate relations

among them or to resolve disputes. Zamenhof had invented the

lingvo internacia with ethnicities, not nation-states, in mind; but

national organizations had become, and would long remain, powers

to be reckoned with.

In lieu of a constitution of bylaws, Zamenhof wrote a seven-point

Declaration on the Essence of Esperantism that, in its final form,

came to be known as the Declaration of Boulogne. Before approving

it, the Congress Committee excised two provisions: one for a central

governing committee, and another which gave Esperantists of the

future permission to abandon Esperanto if a superior auxiliary

language were available for adoption. (And Zamenhof left it to them

�not experts�to judge.) Instead of a framework by which

Esperantists could deliberate over their future, the Declaration of

Boulogne designated an immutable linguistic constitution: the famous

Fundamento, which comprised the rules of grammar and usage in the

inaugural pamphlet of 1887.

There were other, notable changes, all designed to scrape away

the high polish of Zamenhof�s ethical ideals. Whereas the Unua Libro

of 1887 asserted that Esperanto belonged to �society,� the

Declaration of Boulogne now asserted that it was �no one�s

property, neither in material matters nor in moral matters.� If

Esperanto had no �owner,� it would instead have �masters�: �The

spiritual masters of the language shall be � the most talented

writers in this language.� Thus, in place of a Hillelist spirituality, the

declaration enshrined the �spirituality� of aesthetic style.

In its revised form, the document also declared ethical and moral

commitments to have no bearing on Esperantism, which was now

defined as �the endeavor to spread throughout the entire world the

use of this neutral, human language.� All other ideals or hopes tied

with Esperantism by any Esperantist is his or her purely private

affair, for which Esperantism is not responsible.� Esperantism, thus

defined, had no moral motive, no ideology, no rationale; �ideas or

hopes� were relegated to the private realm. In its final form, purged

of any hint of Hillelism�any reference to God, Jews, cadavers, or

conscience�and disabled as a framework for deliberation and

policy making, the document was so innocuous that the Congress

Committee published it even before ratification.

According to a letter Zamenhof sent to Javal soon after the

Boulogne Congress, he had agreed to privatize Esperantic ideals in

the declaration with an ulterior motive. In fact, he disclosed, he

intended to introduce Hillelism at the second Universal Congress in

Geneva (1906) for those Esperantists who were ready, freely and on

their own account, to affirm Hillelism as the �inner idea� of

Esperanto. The emphasis would now be on building an interethnic

monotheistic community, radiating from Esperantists outward.

Ironically, it was a Jewish catastrophe that sharpened his resolve to

broaden the appeal of Hillelism: during the revolutionary year 1905,

in more than six hundred towns in the Pale of Settlement, anti-

Semitic pogroms murdered Jews and ruined their towns, property,

and livelihoods. From these bloody events, from these rent lives, the

ghost of Hillelism was to rise again.

5. Homaranismo

Six months before the Geneva Congress of 1906, Zamenhof

published, in Ruslanda Esperantisto, the twelve-point Dogmoj de

Hilelismo (Dogmas of Hillelism). Like his earlier Hillelist pamphlet,

published under the pseudonym �Homo Sum,� this one also

appeared pseudonymously, signed by a fictitious �Circle of

Hillelists.� In this iteration, Hillelism was to function as a

community-based, ethical quality control on religion, transacted in

Esperanto, with a few key social institutions attached: Hillelist

temples, religious schools, and elder-care programs. The spread of

Hillelism was to be nonviolent, a quiet, gradual cultural

transformation that left Hillelists free to speak �family� languages at

home. The Dogmoj entitled all Hillelists to their chosen or inherited

religions, but bound them to reject religious principles that failed to

meet the severe ethical standards of Hillelism, including nationalistic

ideals; national, racial, and religious chauvinism; and �doctrines

offensive to reason.� Hence, Zamenhof exhorted Esperantists of all

faiths and ethnicities to adopt a hyphenated Hillelist identity: not �I

am Swiss� but �I am Swiss-Hillelist.� In fact, since nations belonged

to all their inhabitants, of whatever ethnicity, Hillelists were to

reject country names based on ethnicity. For such countries, new

names were to be fashioned by combining the word lando (a

country) or regno (a sovereign state) and the name of the capital.

Thus Russians would call themselves, after their capital,

Peterburgregnaj-Hilelistoj; Poles, after theirs, Varsovilandaj-

Hilelistoj.

By March 1906, Zamenhof had come to realize that what was true

for Esperanto in France was also true for Hillelism: Jewishness, even

the mere perception of it, was too great a liability. He would do to

Hillelism what the French had done to him: rebrand and dejudaize

the Dogmoj as a �philosophically pure monotheism.� He now called it

Homaranismo�a hard-to-translate term meaning, roughly,

Humanity-ism.

Criticism was swift and harsh. Although Zamenhof had tried to

obscure its Jewish origins, Homaranismo openly espoused a spiritual

mission; even without invoking the Jewish rabbi Hillel, the doctrine

was distasteful to the rationalist French elite. Beaufront savaged the

project: �While we await the opening of the temples (Homaranist

temples!) � we could perform the rites beneath the green of the

forests, in green robes covered in gold or silver stars. Very poetic,

isn�t it?� 81 Another influential critic was the Lithuanian priest

Alexander Dombrovski, who charged Zamenhof with passing off the

central dogmas of Christianity as Homaranist. And Zamenhof�s

stated intention to present Homaranismo in Geneva met with a fierce

backlash from the movement�s Western European leaders. In the

months leading up to the Geneva Congress, as mathematician and

Esperanto historian Christer Kiselman has shown, he began

backpedaling. 82 Homaranismo was liable to be perceived as a

religion, he feared, not a �neutral bridge�; non-Esperantists would

quail at having to learn a new language. It was all too utopian.

Zamenhof consulted Javal, who warned him to avoid even

mentioning Homaranismo. Anxious letters flew back and forth

between Warsaw and Paris until Javal, worried about Zamenhof�s

health, advised him to forgo Geneva. He refused.

That June, after a ferocious pogrom in his native Bia�ystok took

some two hundred Jewish lives, 83 Zamenhof began to write his

speech for the Geneva Congress. The message was urgent, and

stripped of obfuscation: in the end, it was neither about

Homaranismo nor about Hilelismo, but about Jews. In graphic and

unsparing terms, he decried the violence:

In the streets of my unhappy birthplace, savages with axes

and iron stakes have flung themselves, like the fiercest

beasts, against the quiet villagers, whose sole crime � was

that they spoke another language and had another

people�s religion than that of the savages. For this reason

they smashed the skulls and poked out the eyes of men and

women, of broken old men and helpless infants! 84

The Geneva speech was a watershed; in it, Zamenhof consecrated

Esperanto to the interna ideo, the �inner idea.� �According to your

advice,� he told Javal, �I threw out of my congress speech the last

part touching on Homaranismo�and speak only of the interna ideo of

Esperantism.� 85 The Declaration of Boulogne meant that the �inner

idea� could not be specified, since all ideological commitments were

the private affair of Esperantists. But by invoking the �inner idea� in

Geneva, Zamenhof identified it not only with interethnic harmony

but also with a mission to uproot anti-Semitism. Homaranismo would

wear the �inner idea� as a mask that enabled his Jewish outrage, as

well as his Jewish-based ethics, to pass in a wider world.

At Geneva, the �inner idea� had yet another use: Zamenhof used

it as a tool for marginalizing those who had opposed him at

Boulogne, portraying them as soulless individuals who regarded

Esperanto merely as a language. In his Geneva speech, Zamenhof

exhorted Esperantists to �break down, break down the walls�

between peoples, defying and mocking those�Beaufront chief

among them�who insisted that �Esperanto is only a language.� He

called for resistance from the �first fighters for Esperanto,� refusing

to let secularists and pragmatists �tear out of our hearts that part of

Esperantism which is the most important, the most sacred.� And a

year later, at the 1907 congress in Cambridge, England, he used the

�inner idea� to avenge the Boulogne Congress�s failure to specify a

democratic constitution for the Esperanto community. The

Esperantists, he claimed, were �citizens of an ideal democracy,� a

para-people, a quasi-nation, under its own green flag. He called this

entity Esperantujo:

Many people join Esperantism through mere curiosity, for

a hobby or possibly even for some hoped-for profit; but

from the moment when they make their first visit to

Esperantujo, in spite of their own wishes, they are more

and more drawn to and submit to the laws of this country.

Little by little Esperantujo will become a school for future

brotherly humanity. 86

Homaranismo, he believed, would school the diverse and voluntary

citizens of Esperantujo to become a people of the future.

The �inner idea� was an ancient prophetic strategy�those who

had �ears to hear� would understand�designed for modern

individuals of conscience: �I am leaving each person to clarify for

himself the essence of the idea, as he wishes.� There is pathos here,

the inventor of the language resorting to circumlocution to tell his

truth; but heroism too, for just as he had licensed the Esperantists to

become builders of the language, Zamenhof was entrusting to them

the invention, and perpetual reinvention, of its ideology. And as

Garv�a has shown, so they did. In the years leading up to World War

I, a wide variety of ideologies found Esperanto consonant with their

goals: theosophists and spiritists; women�s suffragists and scouts;

vegetarians and pacifists; and youthful �seekers� of various stripes. 87

What these groups had in common was not a particular ideology,

but rather the understanding that ideology was more central to

Esperanto than the language itself. Not one of them was invested in

linguistic reform, the issue that had doomed Volap�k, and which, in

1907, seemed poised to ruin Esperanto as well.

6. Idiots

During the Geneva Congress, Javal and Charles Lemaire, editor of

the Esperanto magazine Belga Sonorilo (Belgian Bell) secretly offered

Zamenhof the handsome sum of 250,000 francs to devote himself to

a comprehensive reform of the language. 88 Javal had long felt that

diacritical marks, or supersigns, were an unnecessary encumbrance,

particularly for the visually impaired. And he found a particularly

Jewish phrase with which to goad Zamenhof into reform:

In my opinion it is a great misfortune that your reforms of

1894 were not adopted at that time, and, even at the risk

of displeasing you, I shall say that it was your fault, tua

maxima culpa, that it happened. Put that on the top line of

the al chet [confessional] so that you can beat your chest

next Yom Kippur. 89

The offer was arguably more an emolument than a bribe; as a

practical matter, the money would have freed Zamenhof from his

medical practice for a year or more to revise the language. But even

though he hoped, eventually, that �final� reforms would be put in

place, Zamenhof felt he was being bought, and turned down the

offer.

In early 1907, Zamenhof found himself on the threshold of the

event he both yearned for and feared: a prestigious body of

academicians were about to take up the fate of Esperanto. From the

Exposition Universelle of 1900 had emerged a new academy called

the D�l�gation pour l�Adoption d�une Langue Auxiliaire

Internationale (Delegation for the Adoption of an International

Auxiliary Language). At the helm was the Leibnizian philosopher-

mathematician Louis Couturat, who with L�opold Leau had

coauthored the first history of universal languages (1903). Couturat�s

scholarship had convinced him that Esperanto was currently the

most promising entry in the field, but that it would need some key

revisions if it were to meet the delegation�s three requirements:

internationalism, monosemy (the avoidance of identically spelled

words), and the �principle of reversibility,� which sociologist Peter

Forster explains as follows:

[Couturat] pointed out that � there were no fixed rules

about how to derive verbs, for instance from nouns.�

Thus kroni means �to crown,� but does krono mean �crown�

or �the act of crowning,� �coronation�? 90

In a rational grammar, Couturat argued, one could derive nouns

from verbs and vice versa, without difficulty. But if Esperanto lacked

the �principle of reversibility,� it had something better�a proven

track record of sustained use�and it emerged from the delegation�s

discussions as the leading entry.

The delegation set up a committee comprising a dozen luminaries,

among them the chemist Wilhelm Ostwald (the committee chair); the

linguist Jan Baudouin de Courtenay; the philologist Otto Jespersen;

Boirac, rector of the Universit� de Grenoble; two anglophone men of

letters�George Harvey, editor of the North American Review; and W.

T. Stead, publisher of the Review of Reviews; Italian mathematician

Giuseppe Peano; Couturat, Leau, and others. 91 From the start, the

delegation�s procedures were compromised: many of the more

illustrious delegates did not appear for the Paris meetings, and some

didn�t even bother to send deputies. Inventors of languages were not

to represent their own languages, a rule that Zamenhof observed

and Peano ignored. In his stead, Zamenhof sent Beaufront, despite

Beaufront�s public contempt for Homaranismo. Though relations

between them were shaky, Zamenhof had two good reasons to send

him to Paris. First, Beaufront was deeply conservative vis-à-vis

reform of the language; second, he would ensure that the delegation,

whatever its suggestions, would yield to the will and authority of the

Esperantists. Or so Zamenhof thought.

In May, the committee received a new entry, anonymously

submitted over the name �Ido,� the Esperanto word for �offspring.�

Indeed, the new entry resembled Esperanto, but an Esperanto

purged of adjectival agreement, accusative endings, supersigns, and

correlatives. 92 And there was another, signal change: anyone

familiar with the delegation�s three criteria would have quickly

realized that Ido was Esperanto redesigned to satisfy Couturat�s

requirement of reversibility.

Beaufront publicly expressed his satisfaction that a rationalized,

�improved� Esperanto was now available, and assured the

delegation that the Esperantists would endorse it. While Ido, as the

language came to be called, looked different, sounded different, was

different from Esperanto, it was far less different than some of the

more extreme reforms that Zamenhof himself had proposed. Like

those who alter their surnames to assimilate, Ido had turned its back

on its father�s interethnic matrix�Slavic, Germanic, Jewish�to

adopt (primarily) French word endings. That the delegation

officially regarded the new proposal as �simplified� Esperanto was

just fine with Beaufront, since it buttressed his assertion that the

Esperantists would endorse the changes. And once Ido became the

darling of the delegation, the Frenchification of Esperanto would be

complete.

Louis de Beaufront, Esperanto�s �Judas�

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In a letter to Zamenhof, Beaufront made it plain that Ido was the

favorite, which would inevitably mean the demise of Esperanto.

Back in Warsaw, Zamenhof was insulted, outraged, and bewildered.

To Sebert he fumed:

I know nothing about the person of �Ido� and have never

seen his grammar.� The behavior of M. De Beaufront

seems to me very suspicious; to show my trust in him, I

chose him as my representative before the delegation, and

he, not asking me at all, suddenly and too startlingly went

over to the reformers and wrote a letter to me, saying that

Esperanto must certainly die, that, after five years, only

the memory of Esperanto will remain. 93

Between October 1907 and January of 1908, Zamenhof took

every conceivable stance concerning the delegation. Tight-lipped

and circumspect, he told the committee that he had received the Ido

project and would consult with the Esperantists. To the Esperantists,

he sometimes endorsed the delegation�s authority but more often

demanded that the delegation defer to the Esperantists�but to

whom exactly? On this point he wavered, demanding variously that

it be accountable to himself, to the Esperanto Language Committee,

and to the next Universal Congress. Sometimes he denounced the

delegation committee�s members as �a few persons who perhaps

have a very imposing exterior and very glorious names, but who

have no right or competence to give orders in matters of

international language.� 94 Since the committee�s charge was to

select one or another auxiliary language, a �Permanent

Commission� (including Beaufront) was set up to decide on specific

features of the chosen auxiliary language. At one point, Zamenhof

invited this commission to work under the aegis of the Esperanto

Language Committee; when it refused, he demanded that

Esperantists disavow the entire delegation, or else become �traitors�

to the cause. His letters became increasingly shrill and erratic; then,

just as he was in danger of losing his own �beloved child,� he lost his

father, Markus Zamenhof, who died in Warsaw on November 29.

In January 1908, when Ido was put forward as a �Simplified

Esperanto,� the Esperanto Language Committee would have none of

it. Zamenhof tendered a weak counterproposal, ignoring the pivotal

issue of reversibility. He was not simply being stubborn; by refusing

to regularize derivation, he was honoring the quirks and

irregularities of what was clearly, by contrast to Ido, a living

language. And in snubbing the scienculoj�the academic experts

whose influence he had long feared�he insisted that Esperanto was

not, and would never be, the prerogative of an elite. When his

counterproposal was dismissed, Zamenhof issued a scathing circular

about the delegation�s endorsement of Ido as a �Simplified

Esperanto.�

As far as we�re concerned, the Delegation committee no

longer exists.� [T]here remain only some private

individuals who�according to their own words�have now

become Esperantists. But when these new Esperantists who

joined Esperanto just a few weeks back begin to dictate

rules to the Esperantist people, who have already worked

more than twenty years � then we simply cast them

aside. 95

At moments of schism (as at all other moments), Esperantists are

hard to count, but it is estimated that one quarter of the movement�s

leaders defected to the cause of Ido. 96 Still, the Ido schism was more

palace coup than proletarian revolution; only 3 to 4 percent of

rank-and-file Esperantists transferred their allegiance to Ido. 97

It was only a matter of time before the identity of Ido�s

anonymous creator was revealed. In June 1908, L�Esperantiste

featured a �Declaration by Ido,� signed by one Louis de Beaufront.

But all along, it appears, Beaufront had merely been a surrogate for

Couturat, who, as a member of the delegation committee, had been

disallowed from presenting his own proposal. Why Beaufront

performed this role, we can only speculate. Perhaps it was a way of

augmenting his own importance in a movement that was to be the

linchpin of intellectual exchange�or so the early Idists thought. On

the other hand, so many suspected Beaufront of inventing Ido that

his �Declaration of Ido� was a relatively painless way of heroically

protecting Couturat, with whom he had cast his fate.

As the Esperantists have told it ever since, the secession of the

Idists purged the movement of its logicians and tinkerers, of the

language-fetishists who would have no truck with the interna ideo.

Esperantists like to cite Bertrand Russell, who wrote of Couturat:

�According to his conversation, no human beings in the whole

previous history of the human race had ever been quite so depraved

as the Esperantists. He lamented that the word Ido did not lend itself

to the formation of a word similar to Esperantist. I suggested �idiot�

but he was not quite pleased.� 98

The Idists began to refer to Zamenhof�s language as �primitive

Esperanto,� as though it were a �primitive church� that had been

decisively superseded. As historian of science Michael Gordin has

shown, Wilhelm Ostwald, the committee chair, played an important

role in advocating for Ido among scientists in Europe and Russia.

Expressing contempt for the Esperantists� reverence for their book of

language rules, the Fundamento��Ido �does not have a holy book��99

�Ostwald characterized Ido as a triumph of scientific progress. But

movements born in schism are usually destined for schisms of their

own, and such was the case with Ido. Its most illustrious followers�

including Ostwald�forsook it to invent Weltdeutsch (Ostwald),

Novial (Jespersen), Occidental (educator Edgar de Wahl), and

Romand (Michaux); Peano started his own Interlingua academy to

promote his neo-Latin language. None of these inventions has

become what Esperanto is: a living language with a worldwide

community.

But for those most affected by the schism, including Zamenhof, it

destroyed the ideal of Esperantujo as a unified, harmonious

community. As Zamenhof defensively noted in 1908, the ax had not

damaged the tree, which, in spite of �a great cracking noise,� had

�kept all its strength and lost only a few leaves. �100 Once the great

cracking noise died down, Beaufront was forced out of his post as

president of the Soci�t� Fran�aise pour la Propagation de

l�Esp�ranto. Whatever illnesses, heroic achievements, or scandals

Beaufront could boast in his remaining years (apart from a grammar

of Ido, which he published in 1925), they are lost to us. He died,

fittingly, in a village called La Folie in 1935, according to Boulton,

�so much alone that the first news of his death came from the post-

office stamp on a returned letter.� 101 For the Judas of Esperanto, not

even a potter�s field.

7. The Sword of Damocles

In 1908, an important institution emerged to bridge the fault lines

left by the Ido schism: the Universala Esperanto Asocio (Universal

Esperanto Association), founded by a young Genevan named Hector

Hodler. Son of the painter Ferdinand Hodler, Hector appears in his

father�s dreamlike paintings as an infant, a toddler with a Dutch-boy

haircut, a boy in white linen, and a slim, nude diver; in all, like a

ghostly visitant from a world of eternal youth.

Born in 1887, the same year Esperanto entered the world, Hodler

learned the language at sixteen along with his charismatic

schoolmate Edmond Privat, who became Zamenhof�s first

biographer. Together, Hodler and Privat founded a club as well as a

journal, Juna Esperantisto (Young Esperantist); in 1907, Hodler

acquired Esperanto, a magazine founded by the French anarchist

Paul Berthelot. (Now called Esperanto Revuo, it remains the organ of

the UEA.) Hodler�s vision of a worldwide network of Esperantists

dovetailed with two ideas floated at the 1906 Universal Congress:

first, a network of Esperantist �consuls,� who would provide services

to traveling samideanoj; and second, a network of local offices

devoted to running year-long programs and courses. 102

Within two years after Hodler assumed the post of director, the

UEA acquired over eight thousand members and a network of 850

consuls, later called delegates. 103 When in 1909 Zamenhof publicly

endorsed the UEA as a realization of the interna ideo��UEA

unites � not all Esperantists, but all Esperantism� 104�he seemed to

be anointing Hodler as heir apparent. And with good reason: in the

pages of Esperanto, Hodler had passionately elaborated his vision of

an organization devoid of nationalism and chauvinism. For Hodler,

the interna ideo was supranationalism; he envisioned an

organization comprising individuals rather than national

associations. Hodler was apparently indifferent to Zamenhof�s

Judaism-infused cult of Homaranismo, and without ever repudiating

it, made it redundant to the interna ideo of the UEA.

Meanwhile, the movement�s day-to-day operations were run out

of the Central Office in Paris, financed and overseen by a committee

elected by national units. In 1911, amid tensions between the UEA�s

network of individual delegates and the international network of

national societies, an invidious distinction between �privileged� and

�nonprivileged� consuls paralyzed the Universal Congress, which

failed to approve yet another proposed system of governance.

Michaux was among those who lobbied hard for a �democratically

elected parliament�; rebuffed and outraged, he disbanded the 850-

member Boulogne group which, six years earlier, had hosted the first

international congress. By 1912, it had become impossible for

Zamenhof both to propound the interna ideo, and to preside, even

ceremonially, over what he called the interna milito (internal war),

so he announced that he would resign his honorary post at the

upcoming Universal Congress in Krak�w.

Not by coincidence did he step down in Poland. After a rash of

anti-Esperanto articles in the Polish press, he acknowledged that, as

a Jew, he himself had cast a shadow over the movement. He told the

Congress Committee in Krak�w that, outside of Poland, Esperanto

had its critics; but �among us [in Poland],� criticism was �based only

on a more or less disguised hatred of me personally. It�s a fact that I

did ill to no one but I am a Jew born in Lithuania.� 105 Asking the

committee to refer to him not as a Pole, but as a �son of Poland,� he

clarified his identity as follows: �According to my religio-politcal

convictions, I am neither a Pole nor a Russian, nor a Jew, but I�m a

partisan of �Homaranismo�

(don�t

confuse

this

with

�cosmopolitanism�); as far as my origins go, I count myself among

the Jewish people.� To this day, the term �Jewish-origin�

(judadivena) is preferred to �Jewish� by many Esperantists, both

Jewish and non-Jewish.

There were repercussions at Krak�w about Zamenhof�s Judaism,

but from an unexpected quarter. When a Jew named Kvitner

requested to salute the congress in the name of the Jewish people,

the congress secretary, a lawyer named Leon Rosenstock, turned him

down. Kvitner appealed to Zamenhof for a hearing, and it was

rumored that Zamenhof responded, �Don�t touch the Jewish problem

during the Universal Congress, because the movement will suffer.�

(Zamenhof did not deny the episode, but later said he had urged

Kvitner not to use the term �Jewish people,� but rather �Yiddish

speakers� or �those Jews who consider themselves a separate

people.�) Diatribes ensued from two leading Yiddish papers in New

York, Tageblatt and Die Wahrheit. To the latter, Zamenhof retorted:

Every Esperantist in the world knows very well that I am a

Jew.� The Esperantists know that I translated works from

the Yiddish language; they know that already [for] more

than three years I devoted all my free time to translating

the Bible from the Hebrew original; they know that I

always live in the strictly Jewish part of Warsaw (in which

many Jews are ashamed to live), and I continue to publish

my works at a Jewish Press, etc. Is this how a person acts

who is ashamed about his origins and strives to hide his

Jewishness? 106

But among all these claims that he was unashamed of his Judaism,

the creator of the universal language did not disclose that he had

been among Warsaw�s leading Zionists in the 1880s.

The issue of Zamenhof�s Jewish identity raised at Krak�w did not

go away. Two years later, he was asked by William Heller, president

of the Litomierc Esperanto group, to join a new World Jewish

Esperanto Association (TEHA). Zamenhof�s response was to wish the

organization well, suggest that they publish a bilingual (Yiddish-

Esperanto) journal, and promise to attend a meeting. But he refused

to join; he would countenance neither nationalism �from above,� in

Michael Walzer�s phrase, nor from below, as he wrote to Heller:

Every nationalism presents for humanity only the greatest

unhappiness.� It is true that nationalism of a repressed

people�as a natural defensive reaction�is much more

forgivable, than nationalism of oppressing people; but if

nationalism of the strong is ignoble, nationalism of the

weak is imprudent; both � present an erring cycle of

unhappiness, from which humanity never escapes. 107

* * *

The marketplace of ideas put a negligible value on Homaranismo,

just as it had on Hilelismo�and, in the early days, on Esperanto. But

Zamenhof responded to indifference and rejection not by discarding

his tattered cause, but by taking it to new audiences, mended and

patched. In 1913, he published, for the first time under his own

name, a revision of Homaranismo, referring to the sect as a �neutral-

human religion.� Despite the name, the emphasis on universalist

�religion� decisively gave way to that of a �neutral-human�

community. He was addressing not only ethical monotheists among

the Esperantists, but also atheists. He was also targeting, for the first

time, citizens of states with a continuous history of interethnic

conflict. In such polities, he argued, a neutral language, supported

and sustained by the state, could promote the participation of

linguistic minorities, ensuring inclusive and more equitable

representation and a fairer distribution of goods. Moreover,

equipped with a neutral-human language, citizens of various states

could use their common tongue to discuss issues of common interest.

He framed the issue not in terms of �language rights,� as we would

now say, but in terms of the ethical obligations of states toward

their citizens.

For the first time, Zamenhof was glimpsing a role for Esperanto

in politics: Esperanto, equally accessible to all and easy to learn,

would be a method by which citizens of a multicultural state could

equitably and jointly determine their future, deliberate on policy,

adjudicate disputes, and educate its citizens of the future. Esperanto

itself might be politically neutral, but Zamenhof was convinced that

its value to political life in a state such as Belgium or Switzerland�

or, someday, to an international federation of states�was

potentially vast. As usual, Zamenhof lacked the influence,

infrastructure, and funding to be an effective advocate for the use of

Esperanto in such polities, but these were precisely the arguments

that would be revived after Zamenhof�s death by those seeking to

bring Esperanto to the attention of the nascent League of Nations.

Just as Zamenhof was glimpsing, with his characteristic

grandiosity, a wider role for Esperanto on the world stage, he

became aware of more anti-Semitic attacks. This time, to his

astonishment, they were written by and for Esperantists. �I had the

illusion,� he wrote, �that among Esperantists [this] was not possible,

at least publicly. But in the May number of Pola Esperantisto

appeared an article that banished my illusion.� 108 A journalist

named Andrzej Niemojewski published a farrago of slurs against

putative Jewish customs, which included circumcision with a stone

and the mutilation of corpses. In a preface, the editor praised

Niemojewski as a �pioneer of liberal thought,� who had done �deep

research � in the Hebrew talmud, that frightful book of

superstitions and hatred of everything non-Jewish.� 109 In a searing

letter to the editor, Zamenhof pointed to the hatred expressed in the

Polish press �written in the civilized twentieth century � The

present population � persecutes Jews in a most cruel manner, while

the entire sin of the Jews consists only in this, that Jews also want

to live and have human rights.� 110 Instead of publishing the letter,

the editor ridiculed protests from unnamed Jews which �clearly

showed us the uncultured quality of the talmud-defenders.� It was

time to declare open war on the Talmud, wrote the editor, an

�ignoble spot on our brightness, human ethics and dogmas. �111

Zamenhof pressed on with his proposal for a �neutral-human

religion.� Within two years of stepping down at Krak�w, he told

Bourlet and Sebert that under the aegis of the upcoming Universal

Congress in Paris, he planned to convene the first congress for what

he now called a �Neutral-Human Religion.� Bourlet and Sebert

sensed an attempt to avoid the obstacles Zamenhof had faced in

Boulogne. This Universal Congress was to be the largest ever�

nearly four thousand had registered�and to avoid controversy,

Bourlet and Sebert urged Zamenhof to hold his congress in

Switzerland following the gathering in Paris. 112 He agreed, but in

early August, war broke out. The Paris Congress opened and was

immediately closed, but Ludovik and Klara Zamenhof, stranded in

Cologne en route to Paris, were not on hand. Instead, they were

forced to make a circuitous, two-week journey home to Warsaw, by

way of Denmark, Sweden, and Finland. According to Boulton, this

�was the beginning of his long dying.� 113

In fact, Zamenhof�s �long dying� had begun some time before. A

heavy smoker, he had had symptoms of heart disease for at least a

decade: shortness of breath and chest pain. In the early months of

the war, his condition worsened. By November, an �attack,�

probably angina rather than a heart attack, forced him to reduce his

work regime severely. His son, Adam, also an eye doctor, took over

his morning clinic and Zamenhof confined his medical practice to

two afternoon hours daily. The family was more comfortable

financially, and the following summer, while Warsaw was occupied

by German troops, the Zamenhofs left Dzika Street in the Jewish

quarter for a more spacious, seven-room abode at 41 Kr�lewska

Street, with a view of the Saski Park. There he went for daily

outings: sometimes a ride, sometimes a stroll. There he entertained

important Esperantist visitors�the poet and translator Antoni

Grabowski, the pacifist Leo Belmont, and his future biographer

Edmond Privat, to whom he confided his dimmed hopes for the

future of human relations.

While Esperantists all over Europe fought for their national and

imperial armies, Hodler�s UEA, operating from neutral Switzerland,

implemented a service ensuring the safe passage of an estimated

two hundred thousand letters among enemy countries. 114 In 1916,

again thanks to the UEA, Esperantist POWs received a Christmas gift

of food, tobacco, and Esperanto books and magazines. 115 Hodler, a

pacifist in a time of war, looked ahead, exhorting Esperantists to

take the lead in rebuilding postwar Europe:

It is now the cannon�s turn to speak, but it will not sound

for eternity.� If we wish to build a new house on the

present ruins, we need those workers who are not

frightened away by the difficulties of reconstruction. Such

workers are the elites of various countries, who, without

prejudice and in a spirit of mutual toleration, will cast

their gaze above the horizon of national frontiers, and will

become conscious of a harmonious civilisation, broad

enough to include all national cultures, tolerant enough to

consider their diversity as a beneficial necessity.� Let

Esperantists be the embryo of those future elites. 116

Hector Hodler, heir apparent

For Zamenhof, despite the hopes he placed in the generation of

Hodler and Privat, it was a grim time. He was ill and weak,

reluctant to get enough rest and unwilling to stop smoking. His

beloved daughter Zofia was in the Ukraine, unable to return to

occupied Warsaw, and in 1916, his brother, Alexander, who had

tried and failed to start a Jewish agricultural colony in Brazil, 117

committed suicide rather than fight in the Russian army.

All his business seemed unfinished; perversely, Zamenhof seemed

to need it that way. No sooner had he completed his translation of

the Hebrew Bible (1907�1914) than he added the Koran and the

�holy books of Buddhism� to his list of world literature in need of

translation. 118 And even with the Language Committee in place to

anchor the living language to the Fundamento, he brooded on

language reform in the fear that someday, the work of reforming

Esperanto would be given over to �people with famous names, but

absolutely no experience in our affair � We must solve this

unhappy question, which constantly hangs over our language like

the sword of Damocles. �119

As the war groaned on, frontiers shifting as armies shuffled a few

miles north, then a few south, Europe itself came to seem unfinished.

Like Hodler, Zamenhof envisioned postwar rebuilding as an

opportunity for social transformation. But whereas Hodler had

addressed himself to the Esperantists, Zamenhof audaciously turned

to the diplomats of Europe. His 1915 open letter, �After the Great

War,� dares the diplomats at the peace table to do more than move

borders on a map: �Proclaim loudly � the following elementary,

natural, but thus far, unfortunately unobserved principle: Every land

moral y and material y belongs of equal right to al its sons.� He called

for a �United States of Europe,� which required that minorities be

guaranteed freedom of language (or dialect) and religion, and he

urged that a permanent pan-European tribunal be set up to

remediate injustice and adjudicate conflicts.

No longer was he trying to secure the survival of Esperanto. In

fact, the more urgently he tried to propound Homaranism (by

whatever name), the more he found himself detaching it from

Esperanto. In Boulogne in 1905, he had been willing to sacrifice

Homaranism to give Esperanto a fighting chance in Western Europe;

now he was willing to cleave Esperanto from Homaranism, that his

precious, beleaguered creed might survive him. He was ready to

underwrite, at his own expense, a printed prospectus to be sent to

five thousand world newspapers and five thousand �of the most

important people in the world of knowledge.� 120 In 1915, he told his

friend Marie Henkel, an Esperanto poet from Dresden, that he

wanted his pamphlet Homaranismo to be translated into four

national languages and published in �every influential newspaper in

the world.� He had once asked Esperantists to translate masterworks

of all European literatures into Esperanto; now he wanted his

Esperanto tract rendered in the most powerful national languages of

Europe.

The war put paid to Zamenhof�s dreams of both congress and

campaign, but it did not stop him entirely. He had realized a hard

fact: that the interna ideo, once he�d nobly handed it over to the

conscience of each Esperantist, had irretrievably fallen out of his

grasp. In the early weeks of 1917, revising Homaranism once again,

he took pains to distinguish between the interna ideo of Esperanto

and Homaranism. As it stood, he now wrote, the interna ideo was an

�undefined feeling or hope,� which each Esperantist was free to

embrace or reject, but in time, he hoped, individuals of conscience

would embrace Homaranismo, �a special and completely defined

political-religious program.� 121 Esperanto on its own was not

enough to repair the world; only a community that embraced the

values of Homaranism could advance the common good.

Zamenhof�s hope had dimmed, perhaps, but it was never entirely

eclipsed. His final version of Homaranismo, like the Unua Libro of

1887, contained coupons for those willing to endorse and sign on to

a new way of thinking, speaking, and acting. But it was too late for

coupons and pledges. Homaranismo was to be Zamenhof�s letter to

Babel, but it never appeared, as he�d hoped, in foreign languages;

only six decades later was it finally published, in Esperanto, in

Zamenhof�s collected works.

When Zamenhof made this final visit to the temple of

Homaranism shortly before his death in 1917, he found himself

alone, as he had after his call to the Jews of Russia. A photograph

taken at that time is the only portrait extant in which he does not

meet the camera�s gaze. Instead, he gazes off with the serenity of a

bespectacled bodhisattva. When he died of heart failure, in April

1917, he had been trying for thirty years to create a people worthy

of the coming, better world. He had seen the Esperantists through

schism and betrayal, through defection and disaffection. But in the

end, he knew that they would never become the people he�d tried to

create, who would share a future but not a past; who would cherish

their creed, pass it to their children, and bring others into the fold.

What Zamenhof could not know was that Esperanto would

survive the brutal twentieth century because women and men in

each generation reinvented it�at times, during the century�s most

bloody decades, at risk of their lives. The shadowy �inner idea� in

which Zamenhof had wanted to lodge his ideal of community turned

out to harbor many other contradictory ideals, some frankly

incompatible with Zamenhof�s. Sometimes it would seem that there

were as many �inner ideas� as Esperantists. But it was the

Esperantists after all, flawed, bickering, merely human, who would

shadow forth the people of a more just, harmonious world.

Samideanoj II

Iznik to Bia�ystok, or unu granda rondo familia

IZNIK

1. Revenants

A few years ago, at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton,

New Jersey, the philosopher Avishai Margalit asked whatever

became of the third member of the revolutionary trinity of liberty,

equality, fraternity. Having just returned from an Esperanto

congress, I wanted to tell him that he wasn�t looking in the right

place; fraternity, the runt of the litter, was being fed on royal jelly

in Esperantujo. During gatherings such as the annual Middle Eastern

Conference (Mezorienta Kunveno), dislocated, sped-up, and 24�7ed,

samideanoj form bonds quickly. Just speaking the language, with its

railroad-flat compounds and exotic adverbs, makes them tipsy with

pleasure. Strangers just yesterday, they�re now as familiar with one

another as college roommates, army buddies, colleagues denied

tenure the same day. They�re more than friends; they�re family.

As Margalit argues in his essay �Fraternity� (2005), the ideal of

fraternalism dismantled the ancien regime of paternalism, in which

a figurative, ruling �father� decides what is good for his figurative,

�subjected� children. So it�s no accident that fraternity flourishes in

Esperantujo, since Zamenhof, by ceding his paternal authority over

Esperanto to its users from the start, freed Esperanto from the �dead

hand� of its founding father. Instead he created, in the words of his

inaugural anthem, �La Espero,� unu granda rondo familia�one great

family circle.

On the ground, however, Esperantist fraternalism does not evoke

a lot of family resemblances; that�s what happens when people

share a future but not a past. Esperantists are as mixed as Esperantic

phonemes, thrown together from many languages. They are

multilingual and multicultural, and many are multinational and

multiethnic as well. When you ask where they�re from, they draw

invisible maps with a finger on the table, then trace their trajectory.

It takes about five minutes of conversation to learn that Dora Patel

from Copenhagen is an Englishwoman raised in St. Albans, England;

Mateo, an Israeli computer scientist, is a Turinese Catholic; Ambrus

is a Hungarian living in Luxembourg. During a coffee break on an

excursion in Turkey, Miguel, a Spaniard, and a German named

Albert tell me their surnames are judadivena�of Jewish origin.

(Albert tries out his English on me with a Scottish brogue, the residue

of a sojourn in Aberdeen.)

Like Jews, Esperantists navigate among multiple identities at

once, moving fluidly from their nuclear families to Esperantic circles

to the workplace, and on to a world indifferent to matters of

fraternity and harmony. I�ll confess that at Esperanto gatherings, I

sometimes feel that I�m among meta-Jews; after all, Esperanto was

invented by a Jew who renounced peoplehood, but couldn�t imagine

a world without it. And although in Hilelismo and Homaranismo

Zamenhof conceived of a widening gyre of meta-Jewish people, his

experience at Boulogne warned him that he must not speak of them

this way. After Boulogne, he would always speak of Esperantists as

the para-people of Esperantujo, and the germ of the �great family

circle� of all humanity.

* * *

In the spring of 2009, I flew to Turkey for the Second Middle Eastern

Conference of Esperantists. As it happened, the gathering coincided

precisely with a meeting of the G20 in London. Just as the movers,

shakers, makers, and breakers of the world�s twenty richest nations

convened in London, I arrived in Iznik, a sleepy lakeside town three

hours east of Istanbul. At this ingathering of nations, thirty-five

citizens of seventeen countries talked about finances, dined at long

communal tables, and assembled, like our counterparts in London,

for a group photo. My Esperanto was far from fluent, but it had

progressed beyond novice level, and it improved once I�d had a few

conversations and recovered from jetlag; a glass or two of wine

improved it further. Which was all to the good: here, unlike London,

no interpreters were in evidence; none was needed, since our four-

day summit of talks and tours, cabaret and chit-chat all took place in

la bela lingvo, Esperanto.

Eran Regev, a young Israeli computer scientist, was one of three

organizers of the gathering. The previous year, while the Israeli

government was building a separation barrier twenty-five feet high

between Israel and the West Bank, Eran decided it was time to talk

through walls. To this end, along with UEA ex-President *Renato

Corsetti and a Jordanian, Eran convened the First Middle Eastern

Conference in Amman. Most of the twenty-five attendees were

Israelis; also on hand were three Turks and a few venturesome

Europeans. That only a handful of Arabs attended, all but one

Jordanian, disappointed Eran, but didn�t surprise him.

But, as I was surprised to learn from another Israeli Esperantist,

the composer *Doron Modan, this was actually not the first Middle

Eastern Esperanto Conference. Between 1934 and 1948, there was a

series of encounters�conferences, excursions, informal visits, and

joint educational ventures�between Jewish Esperantists living in

Mandate-era Palestine and the Egipta Esperanto-Asocio (EEA), a

contingent of Arabs, Britons, and others who convened in Cairo.

Esperanto had had an erratic presence in Jersualem since 1908,

when the (non-Jewish) director of the German Hospital founded the

first Esperanto group. By 1925, sustained activity led to a congress

in Jerusalem; the second congress, a joint effort of Paco kaj Frateco

(Peace and Brotherhood), the Jerusalem Esperanto circle, and

Konkordo (Concord) was held in May 1934, during a three-day

�Oriental Fair� in Tel Aviv. It drew more than one hundred

participants, including several Egyptians; a street in Tel Aviv, still

called Zamenhof Street, was solemnly dedicated to the memory of

Doktoro Esperanto. During the next decade, Jews and Arabs in

Palestine collaborated on Esperanto instructional materials,

published both in Hebrew and Arabic. Meanwhile, in Egypt, a Coptic

Esperantist named Tadros Megalli had begun teaching Esperanto to

small groups of Egyptians, soldiers from Britain and New Zealand,

and a class of young girls.

In April 1944, Megalli went to Palestine with his student, Nassif

Isaac, to attend the first congress of the Palestine Esperanto League

(PEL), founded in 1941. While there, he visited a couple of Jewish

agricultural settlements. Megalli�s post-congress effusions, in the

Arabic-language magazine Asyut, were worthy of a Jewish Agency

propaganda newsreel: �We truly admired the magnificent labors

undertaken by the Jews, who created, from the rocks and desert soil,

fecund and fruit-bearing earth.� An invitation to PEL members to

attend the first Egyptian national congress, an eight-day

extravaganza to include visits to mosques and synagogues, as well

as a train trip to the pyramids, elicited 110 enthusiastic pledges. A

failure to obtain visas for PEL members spurred one Jewish

Esperantist to propose a new umbrella organization, the Near

Eastern Esperanto League (PROEL), to be based in Cairo. A

counterproposal emerged from another Jewish member of PEL: a

series of coordinated joint ventures for the EEA and the PEL,

including a shared headquarters that would alternate between Tel

Aviv and Cairo, a committee to entreat the UEA to hold an

upcoming annual congress in the Near East, and a jointly edited

bulletin. As Jews, they were building a Jewish state; as samideanoj,

they were transforming the Near East into an Esperantist utopia.

But when the PEL next convened in Jerusalem two weeks before

the liberation of Buchenwald, neither the Egyptians nor the local

Arabs attended. Between the end of World War II and 1948, there

were only sporadic visits between EEA and PEL and occasional

gestures of goodwill. When the grapeshot of scattered Arab-Jewish

conflicts became artillery rounds, relations between the PEL and

EEA ceased and their fortunes diverged. The PEL, now the Esperanto

League of Israel (ELI), licked its wounds and welcomed a new influx

of samideanoj from among the Jewish refugees. By 1951 the EEA

collapsed, most of its foreign membership having dispersed. Nassif

Isaac, photographed in 1944 on a Jerusalem street, arm in arm with

his Egyptian mentor and Jewish samideanoj, went on to write books

about spiritualism and reincarnation. He himself became a revenant,

year after year, the sole Arab delegate to the Universal Congress.

2. �The Blackened Gull�

The road from Istanbul to Iznik winds past high-rises, sport

stadiums, and blacktops, bumps up against the ferry port at the Sea

of Marmara, and resumes, on the far shore, in countryside. We drive

past olive groves and fields of anemones studded with beehives;

their honeycombs are tangy, as if the bees went out for curry the

night before.

The conference organizer, *Murat Ozdizdar, is a compact, smooth-

shaven high school chemistry teacher in his mid-forties. In an olive-

green Timberland fleece, he looks game and prepared, like a hiker

heading into the backwoods. Murat is the sort of affable and plucky

traveler who totes Lonely Planet guidebooks, except that he spends

most of his off hours organizing Esperanto events, for both Turks

and visitors. In fluent, expressive Esperanto, he tells me about his

travels overland in Nepal and Cambodia, and itemizes on his fingers

(in euros) the fantastic economies he discovered there. When he

visited America, the generosity of American acquaintances�the in-

laws of a cousin�s friend, the friend of a cousin�s in-laws�had

proved a perfect complement, in dollars, for his own stunning feats

of thrift.

Murat, with an eye to the future of the Turkish movement, has in

tow three of his star chemistry students. Someday they might be star

Esperanto students, but just now they�ve barely finished a two-week

crash course taught by a teacher Murat had flown in from Serbia.

Still in their school uniforms, the boys are chatting in Turkish,

sprawled over comic books, dozing over their iPhones. From time to

time, a tinny voice begins to sing �In the towowown where I was

born� and one of them answers his phone with a sleepy, �Alo?� Also

on the bus are Branko, a Serbian actor and Esperanto broadcaster,

formerly in aeronautics (�times were okay on earth,� he tells me,

�but not so good in the sky�), and Adrian, an affable, ruddy retired

public-health professor from Maastricht. His mother, he tells me, was

Anne Frank�s third-grade teacher.

�What was Anne Frank like?� I ask. He shrugs, as if to say, No

man is a hero to his valet.

Adrian now runs a B&B called Esperanto Domo, where

Esperantists stay gratis. When we disembark in Iznik, he peers at a

city map, swiftly decodes the iconic beer steins ringing the lake, and

heads off.

As one Turkish conferee puts it, �Iznik is seismologically

interesting.� Located near a fault line where a 1999 earthquake

killed an estimated forty thousand people, Iznik is an unlikely site

for a ceramics industry, but those brilliant aqua and persimmon tiles

that line the walls of Topkapi Palace are all made here. Murat�s nose

for a bargain has sniffed out a dormitory for seismologists on a

dusty road a mile from town, where shared rooms go for twelve

euros per night. Across the road are a bakery that runs out of bread

around eight a.m., and next to it, a bar that closes by nine p.m. In

the dimly lit reception area, there is no registration table, no written

program; when we assemble, there is no solena malfermito (official

opening) at which the Esperanto anthem, Zamenhof�s hymn �La

Espero,� is customarily sung. Nor do I see the numbered nametags

Esperantists always wear to identify themselves. (Names can be

hard to catch by ear, but a number can quickly be looked up in the

program.) With ingenuity in long supply in Esperantujo, participants

soon improvise them from luggage tags.

If you go to a Middle Eastern Esperanto conference expecting

panels on Turkish-Israeli tensions, Iranian armaments, or civilian

casualties in Gaza, you will be disappointed. As far as programming

goes, smaller Esperanto conferences resemble high school student

council meetings, where the agenda is dominated by the student

council itself. The program, scrawled in the lobby on a whiteboard,

indeed revolves around Esperanto�the movement and, as a

secondary matter, the language. This afternoon there will be

sessions on the movement in Israel and Turkey; this morning, to

open the conference, a session on Iran. Nader, a voluble pediatric

cardiologist from Tehran, is busily setting up his PowerPoint

presentation.

I know Nader only through correspondence. A few weeks earlier,

I had sent out a call for Esperanto poems, hoping to set up a

deklamado (reading) in Iznik. Within ten minutes Nader had emailed

me the manuscript of an entire volume of original Esperanto poems

by Iranians, edited by himself. Among dozens of odes to springtime,

friends, and lovers, Nader�s own 2003 poem �The Blackened Gull�

stood out. The gull, begrimed with naphtha from oilfields burned in

Operation Desert Storm, bears witness:

Ligo inter ŝtatoj,

Plene armitaj soldatoj,

Bombo-riĉaj Virkatoj,

Malfeliĉaj atakatoj.

(A league among states,

Heavily armed soldiers,

Bomb-brimming Tomcats,

Unfortunate victims.)

I was surprised to find verse about my own belligerent country

since, except for antifascist satires about fascism, Esperanto poetry

generally falls into line with the movement�s revered tradition of

political neutrality. Did it make a difference that this was a gull, not

an Iraqi, croaking defiance�and in Esperanto? Maybe not; but

maybe. Now, as his bullet points flash on the screen, Nader makes

no mention of Tomcats, nor of Desert Storm, nor of any of the things

Americans talk about when we talk about Iran: nuclear arsenals,

anti-Semitism, homophobia; smiles and guns for Hezbollah. Instead,

it shows Iranian Esperantists, young and old, men and women�

some head-scarved, some not�dancing at a Norouz party, trekking

in Azerbaijan, and teaching the lingvo de paco (language of peace) to

Afghan refugees.

Nader sits down to polite applause, and Gabi goes to the podium.

She�s a hip, black-clad Sephardic Israeli wearing clunky pewter

beads shaped in stars of David, crosses, and crescents. Here�s her

update about the Tel Aviv, Jerusalem, and Haifa clubs: as in Iran, so

in Israel�dancing, trekking, teaching.

Next comes a lecture on landnomoj, the Esperanto names of

countries, a landmine of a topic. The lecturer is *Anna L�wenstein, a

slim, no-nonsense Briton in corduroys and sensible shoes. Anna�s a

leading woman of letters in the Esperanto world; she�s written two

Esperanto-language historical novels set in Rome, where she and her

husband Renato Corsetti live. She�s also one of a handful of women

members of the academy and, as I would later learn, the founding

editor of the feminist journal Sekso kaj Egaleco (Sex and Equality).

Anna promises to dispel, once and for all, the confusion around

country names. One only needs to understand the rationale, she

insists. Countries based on nationalities are formed from the name

of the people. �Italoj live in Italujo,� she says, motioning to us to

repeat after her, using the �container� suffix, ujo, to denote �the

place containing Italians.� Conversely, she continues, the names of

certain countries, especially multiethnic ones, are the basis for

naming their citizens. Instead of naming the country after the

people, one names the citizens after the country using the �member�

suffix, ano: Israelo, Israelanoj. What Anna doesn�t say is that the

�rationale� has all the rationality of Europe�s borders since 1887,

which have shaped and reshaped themselves around empires,

nations, colonies, and treaties. To complicate matters, there�s a

�tomaytotomahto� factor caused by a tendency to drop the ujo

ending for the more internationalized io. Anna advises us to avoid

the latter practice, since it leads to confusion when the root itself

ends in i.

�For instance, a Burundian�� she continues.

�But why not ask the Burundians?� demands Agnes, a gravel-

voiced, pugnacious Fleming who, during breaks on the dorm patio,

is the lone smoker among us. �For example, Esperanto for �Flanders�

is Flandrio�but that�s a romanization; a more natural, Germanic

ending would be Flandren. So why should the Academy dictate to

the Burundians what to call themselves?�

�We�re not doing that,� replies Miguel, whose Spanish accent

slices through his Esperanto. �Anyway, why should the international

language honor tribal practices? No nation�s calling itself by a

natural name; language is a cultural convention.� Last night, he

directed me to his website, where I found an mp3 of his Esperanto

poem about a shamed samurai, recited to a doleful accompaniment

of shakuhachi flutes. �It�s crucial for academics like you to get the

word out about the movement,� he added, urgently. �Chomsky, you

remember, says it isn�t really a language.� Miguel�s a full-time

Esperanto teacher, one of the few people in Esperantujo who makes

a living (or most of one) from his expertise in the lingvo internacia.

To be told it �isn�t really a language� cuts deeply into his self-

esteem; between him and Chomsky, it�s personal.

At the end of the morning session, Renato raises the question of

where to hold the Third Annual Middle Eastern Conference, since

not every country in the region would be as welcoming to Israelis as

Turkey. Egypt would be great, he says, but the Iranians would not

be able to get visas. Kuwait would be great, too, but here the Israelis

would be odd man out. So, Tunisia? Not exactly a thriving

movement, but it could be done on the cheap, and Renato happens

to know someone there in a Berber village; Renato happens to know

someone everywhere. Murmurs of enthusiasm from the Turks, the

Europeans, the Iranians, the lone American (myself), and the

Israelis, who will head for Jerusalem in a few days to prepare for

Passover. It�s resolved: next year in Tunisia.

But because the Turkish movement wanted to keep up

momentum, the Third Annual Middle Eastern Conference again took

place in Turkey, not Tunisia. A year later, in 2011, the fourth

conference was planned for Karaj, Iran, to the consternation of the

Israelis, who knew they could not attend on an Israeli passport. In

the event, a season of tumult, which quickly acquired the pastoral

name of �Arab Spring,� scotched the plan. Renato and Murat (Eran

had since joined the twenty thousand Israelis living in Berlin) held

out as long as they could before canceling. And although word

travels fast in Esperantujo, a Swiss family apparently entered Iran

unaware that the conference had been canceled. �Ho ve!� wrote a

friend from France, Esperanto for �Oy vey!� For Renato, there was

nothing to be done but post a notice that any Esperantist who

wanted to visit Iran anyway would be warmly welcomed by

samideanoj there. For several days, the Swiss were incommunicado,

until they finally emerged from Iran to blog their adventures.

�Hura!� wrote my French friend, as universal sighs of relief were

heard from Istanbul to New Jersey. It wasn�t until 2015 that the

Middle Eastern Conference took place in Tunisia, ten days after a

massacre of twenty-one visitors to the National Bardo Museum in

Tunis, seventeen of them tourists. Before Renato could contemplate

canceling the conference, there came a torrent of emails from

Esperantists vowing to go to Tunis anyway, �to show Esperantic

solidarity with the people of Tunisia.�

* * *

On the second day of the gathering in Iznik, I met Cemal, a light-

eyed, lanky Turk with a dancer�s grace. For Cemal, Esperanto has

pushed open a heavy door. At twenty, while working on the floor of

an electronics factory, he taught himself Esperanto from a book and

promptly signed on with the Esperanto hosting service, Pasporta

Servo. Thirty years and hundreds of guests��friends,� as he prefers

to say�later, he�s visited New York, Detroit, Europe, Iran, and

Israel and he�s aiming next for South America; he�s passionate about

Argentine history. He�s divorced, he says, making a gesture even

more universal than Esperanto: two index fingers paralleled, then

skewed apart. He sees his ten-year-old-son, who lives on the other

side of Istanbul, regularly, he says, but not how regularly. When the

fizzy talk about hosting and guesting washes down, there�s an air of

sadness about him. As we drive past a graveyard, I ask whether

Turks visit cemeteries. �Well,� he answers, �it depends on the imam.

If the imam says go, they�ll go, otherwise�� His voice trails off. �But

me, I like to go in the winter��pause��to clear the snow off the

names.�

On the way back from Bursa, a city famed for mausolea, mosques,

and Fiat factories, we stop and pile out at an obelisk defaced with

the logo of a football team. The Turks milling about all seem

embarrassed, even the teens, who are �crocodiling��speaking

Turkish instead of Esperanto�with a tall man in an oversized gray

sweater and a shaved head. He looks like Kojak on the weekend.

Switching back to Esperanto, he tells me he�s a clown who performs

in theaters, in hospitals, and on the street, though to make ends

meet, he also acts and does voice-overs. �In a big country like

America,� he says, gesturing toward me, �there�s so much work, a

person can specialize. But Turkish clowns, well, we have to do it

all.�On the bus, I sit with the three young chemistry students, who

speak a smooth, slangless English. I teach them the phrase �take a

chill pill�; in exchange, they dish about their favorite English author

(Dan Brown), what websites are blocked in Turkey (Richard

Dawkins, for his atheism), and in what situations you have to wash

twice before entering a mosque (if you curse or fart). They want to

know, since I�m a professor at Princeton, what kind of SAT scores

will get them in. At lunch, over the local specialty of kebabs

smothered in tomato sauce and melted butter, I ask them each to

predict what the kid next to him will be doing in ten years. Three

sly, mischievous smiles break out, and they all search one another�s

eyes, as if looking at tea leaves. �Him?� says Turhan, pointing to

slender, serious Altan. �Working for NASA.� Altan points to heavy-

lidded Serkan and says in English: �Business. Big business.� And

Serkan slowly surveys Turhan, who�s forgotten to pack jeans and

has been wearing rolled-up versions of his school uniform since we

left the city. �He�ll be a presenter on television.� Then, to guffaws:

�A weatherman.�

3. The Turk�s Head

By some miracle, the final morning of the conference, Murat has

scrounged up some loaves and fishes: four boxes of maizflokoj

(cornflakes) and three liters of milk. While others crunch away,

Murat and Cemal explain to two Poles, Tadeusz and Marta, how to

catch a bus to the ferry. �You get on the bus,� Murat says, �and

when it�s full it leaves.�

�But when does it leave?� asks Tadeusz.

Cemal, like a good doubles partner, swings at this one: �You get

on the bus,� he says, �and when it�s full it leaves.�

Tadeusz shrugs, tosses it to Marta, who asks, �But when does it

leave?� Cemal looks across to Murat: Your bal .

The final talk, given by a professor of philology from Parma, is

about stereotypes of Turks. It�s a PowerPoint parade of Italian

insults, translated into Esperanto: to smoke like a Turk, think like a

Turk, curse like a Turk; when all falls into chaos, the Italians cry,

�Mamma, i turchi!� (Mama, it�s the Turks!). I feel as I did at an

Episcopalian wedding many years ago, when the bride�s golf-pro

uncle told an anti-Semitic joke, to raucous laughter: �What is the

Jewish housewife�s favorite wine?��Taaaake me to Miaaami!�� It

stung like soap in my eye, exactly as these insults do now, as if�

what? As if Esperanto had made me, in Hamlet�s words, �turn

Turk�? As if, after years of touring what the Ottomans had rigged up

or bitten away in their forays to Vienna, Budapest, Rhodes, and

Jerusalem, the world had been remapped with Istanbul�s tulip-ringed

palaces and azure mosques at its center and, radiating outward,

Murat�s patience, Cemal�s sad kindness, and the gentle wisecracks of

the student chemists.

We�re all silent, as if these Italian curses have cast a spell on us.

Renato breaks the silence to ask whether anyone has heard of

�Turk�s head� contests, but no one has.

A week later, back in Princeton, I found an article from the May

9, 1854, New-York Daily Times. A gossipy dispatch from Paris by one

�Dick Tinto,� it described a peculiar diversion:

In all the public dancing gardens at Paris, is a contrivance

to test strength of arm. It consists of a wooden head of a

man, covered with thick cloth and mounted upon a spring;

upon being struck by the fist, it descends to a point

proportionate to the force employed, and a finger moving

along a graduated scale, marks the degree attained. This

head has represented of late years, and perhaps from time

immemorial, the head of a Turk, and the number of blows

the Mussulmans have received in his person is quite

incredible.

* * *

President Obama, fresh from the G20 summit, has followed me to

Turkey. He�s overshot the mark by three hundred kilometers,

standing erect before the Turkish Parliament in Ankara. On the ferry

back to Istanbul, on a big-screen TV, Obama mouths words while a

female voice utters them in Turkish and Cemal loosely renders them

in Esperanto. �He�s talking,� Cemal begins, �about lots of Turkish

issues�normalizing relations between Turkey and Armenia,

reopening the Eastern Orthodox Halki Seminary, the Kurdistan

Workers� Party, lifting the ban on Kurdish broadcasting.��

No, not just about Turkey; Obama�s talking about everything,

everything we haven�t been discussing the past three days: Iran�s

nuclear potential, America�s role in Iraq, Al Qaeda, the reunification

of Cyprus, a two-state solution for Israel and Palestine. This is my

president, I think, as people all over the boat glance up from their

tiny glasses of tea to watch and listen. �The work is never over,�

Obama concludes, and the Esperantists exchange a knowing glance:

We could have told you that. Tadeusz observes wryly, �He was getting

more applause at the beginning.� When we disembark, saying ĝis la

revido (till next time), Cemal warns me that by ten the next

morning, when Obama is to land in Istanbul, all roads to the airport

will be closed.

At 6:30 a.m., standing with my bags at the elevator of the Seven

Hills Hotel, I step aside for the snipers in blotted camouflage who

file up a spiral staircase to the rooftop garden. They�re dragging

rifles, ammo, and iron stanchions to give Obama cover for his visit

to the Blue Mosque. All day they�ll aim between the minarets, where

just last night, gulls looped through rays of floodlight, patches of

moonlight, and the darkness in between.

BIA�YSTOK

4. Bridge of Words

Four months later, after sprinting through the Warsaw airport with

my luggage, I barely make the bus to Bia�ystok. I�m taking the

Podlasie-Express to Zamenhof�s native city, which is celebrating the

150th anniversary of his birth by throwing him a congress. Poland

has often been the site of jubilees�the Warsaw Congress of 1987

drew nearly six thousand�but the Cold War is over, and during the

grim post-1989 years, membership rolls declined all over Eastern

Europe. Here in Bia�ystok, fewer than two thousand have registered.

Still, the assembly is large enough to fill a huge makeshift hall

erected on the grounds of the Bia�ystok Polytechnic, and avid

enough to populate the endless round of ceremonies, meetings,

gatherings, concerts, and lectures for six days. The congress has a

cumbersome title��To Build a Bridge of Peace Among Peoples�:

Zamenhof Today.�

Even in Zamenhof�s era, Bia�ystok was a city of yesterdays,

scarred by the paths of emperors and kings, tribes and armies.

Today Bia�ystok, minus its Jews, Russians, and Germans, watches

the children of Zamenhof fill its hotels and several dormitories of the

Polytechnic. The green conference logo with Zamenhof�s profile is

emblazoned on buses and bus shelters. Shopkeepers have been given

Esperanto glossaries; restaurants offer menus in Esperanto. An

Esperanto-language city map tracks a walking tour of Zamenhof

sites: his birthplace, the gymnasium where he studied, the monument

to the Great Synagogue (a grim reconstruction of its mangled

cupola), and the Zamenhof Center, which has a small exhibition

about Bia�ystok in Zamenhof�s day. The Rynek�the large square at

the city center, once the marketplace�has been entirely given over

to an international arts festival. The city�s arts venues all seem to

have thrown open their doors; an Israeli friend, thumbing through

the program, counted thirty performances, about twice as many as

usual. In this city of three hundred thousand, unaccustomed to large

groups of tourists, I can�t walk a block without seeing two or three

Esperantists sporting conference badges, in animated conversation.

At the fair traditionally held the night before the official opening,

representatives from dozens of Esperantist organizations set up card

tables and distribute pamphlets. Some of the groups have had a

presence for nearly a century. The UEA website recognizes, rather

quaintly, associations of �doctors, writers, railway workers,

scientists, musicians,� �Scouts and Guides, the blind, chess, and Go

players,� �Buddhists, Shintoists, Catholics, Quakers, Protestants,

Mormons and Bah��s.� There is no Jewish group per se, nor has

there been for many decades; in 1914 Zamenhof worried that a

proposed Hebrea Esperanto-Asocio would represent Jews as a nation,

which he was convinced they were not.

Among the �activist groups� are LSG, the Ligo de Samseksamoj

Geesperantistoj (League of Gay Esperantists); VERDVERD, the green

Esperantists; TEVA, the Worldwide Esperantist Vegetarians

Association; and the pacifist Homaranisma Komunlingva Movado

Kontraǔ Novliberalismo, or HKMKN (pronounced �HoKoMoKoNo�):

the Humanitarian, Common-Language Movement Against the New

Liberalism, who�ve spent much of the past decade protesting the war

in Iraq. The railway workers are not in evidence, but most of the

other groups are represented, along with the famous Rondo Kato

(cat lovers� circle). Also on hand are a clutch of Esperanto

publishers; the fine-arts journal Beletra Almanako; TEJO, the youth

wing of the UEA; and SAT (Sennacieca Asocio Tutmonda, or World

Anational Association), headquartered in France, an umbrella group

for socialists, anarchists, and �anationalists� who since 1921 have

used Esperanto as tool for promoting any number of left-wing

agendas. Behind another table, a friendly young Cuban dispenses

leaflets with the logo of a lighthouse advertising next year�s

Universal Congress, to be held in Havana. It�s hard to imagine

getting myself to Havana, though I pocket the leaflet.

At a table across the corridor, behind a sign reading �Bona

Espero,� sits an elegantly coiffed blond woman in her seventies with

a creamy silk outfit, chatting with a couple of Koreans. Bona Espero,

Esperanto for �good hope,� is an orphanage in rural Brazil founded

in the 1950s, run since the 1970s by German-born *Ursula

Grattapaglia and her Italian husband, *Giuseppe Grattapaglia. It

has always seemed more a legend than an institution, and I�m taken

aback to be face to face with Ursula herself.

�Are you Ursula Grattapaglia?� I ask.

�Of course!� she says heartily. Her light blue eyes are flecked with

coffee grinds.

�All the way from Brazil?�

�Of course! We come to the congress every summer, then we visit

family for a couple of weeks. We�ll go back at the end of the

month.� I tell her I�m an American professor writing a book about

the Esperanto movement, and ask for a leaflet.

�A leaflet?� she says in disgust. �Kara, kara, you must come and

visit,� she says, as if Brazil were just north of Hoboken. �Here�s my

card, find a time that convenes and come and stay with us.� We chat

for a few minutes and then she says, �I will be hearing from you�

with sublime certainty.

At the opening ceremony the next morning, some people are in

ribboned, gaitered national costumes; others, sombreros or alpine

hats. A substantial contingent sport Kelly green T-shirts bearing

Esperanto slogans: Vivu! Revu! Amu! (Live! Dream! Love!), or Ĉu vi

parolas ĝin? (Do you speak it?). One T-shirt features a grid

containing the entire table of correlatives. As the temperature rises

in the fiberglass hall, so does the noise level; the air grows pungent

with summer sweat. People, mostly over fifty, shuffle about,

embrace and chat, and move on. The ceremony is an irony-free

affair of speeches, greetings, performances, anthems, all transacted

with a sort of shabby pomp. Delegates from each national

association approach the podium, offer a brief greeting from their

country, and move offstage. Next, a few words from the organizing

committee, several more from the mayor of Bia�ystok, and a lengthy

address by the UEA�s president, *Probal Dasgupta, an Indian

linguist. The guest of honor is �La Nepo��the grandson of

Zamenhof, small, wizened and puckish. *Louis-Christophe Zaleski-

Zamenhof, n� Ludwik Zamenhof, is affectionately referred to as

�LoZoZo��which is how you pronounce his initials, LZZ, in

Esperanto. LZZ, who emigrated to France in the 1960s, is something

between a household god and a mascot, and his story, thanks to

Roman Dobrzy�ski�s 2003 biography, Zamenhof Street, is well

known.

After his father, Adam Zamenhof, was arrested and shot by the

Nazis in 1940, young Ludwik and his mother Wanda escaped the

Warsaw Ghetto and lived under assumed identities. To honor the

Polish pseudonym that had kept him alive�Krzysztof Zaleski�he

had embedded it in his legal name. His grandfather, LZZ now tells

us, described Esperanto as a �peace bridge� over a river of

incomprehension and intolerance, and now he, �La Nepo,� is a

builder of real bridges made of steel and concrete. Bridges are for

crossing, and what better place than Bia�ystok to ponder his

grandfather�s intuition that a language of peace might enable us to

cross the bridge of understanding? Besides, he adds, 2009 is the UN�s

International Year of Reconciliation, and when has Esperanto ever

been as timely? (Sotto voce, the goateed man on my right points out

that 2009 is also the UN year of natural fibers.)

In sessions devoted to the conference theme, there�s a lot of talk

of bridges, some of it achingly sincere, much of it rather ironic.

*Istv�n Ertl, a Hungarian translator for the EU Court of Auditors in

Luxembourg, improvises on the theme: �Bridges? Bridges are crossed

by refugees and armies. And what do we do? We celebrate,

celebrate, celebrate; we�re old people running to and fro with green

flags.� He speaks rapidly; hip, blunt, dry. Suddenly an elderly man

in the audience stands up, and in a flat, American accent, blurts out

his name and conference number. His hand trembling visibly, he

points to Istv�n: �That man! That man is � incomprehensible!

Esperanto is meant to be understood. I ask you: how many people

here in Bia�ystok could understand him?�

Istv�n deadpans, �Twenty-seven percent,� and goes on with his

oration.

Everyone agrees that bridges would connect Esperanto to those

who lack language rights or suffer from linguistic inequality�

bridges such as that built between the UEA and UNESCO in 1954,

when the latter accorded the UEA the status of �organization in

consultative relations.� Esperanto�s man at the UN, these days, is

*Neil Blonstein, a retired New York City schoolteacher who runs the

UEA�s tiny New York office�or third of an office. Since NGO

budgets are tight, the UEA shares a cramped basement space with

the U.S. Federation for Middle East Peace and the Earth Child

Institute. Neil has boiled the rationale for Esperanto down to an

elevator pitch, and he undoubtedly spends more time in elevators

than most people. Periodically he scouts the UN lobby, trying to

snag a precious few minutes with ambassadors and their staffs. He

makes his pitch, gets his picture taken, and attaches it to a mass

email: �Subject: Four minutes today with Ban Ki-moon.�

�The problem with bridges,� remarks a gruff Slovenian, �is that

people don�t see themselves on the other side of anything. We have

a solution, but people don�t feel there is a problem.�

Tonkin, the former UEA head, has heard it before. �We need to

inform people, through outreach, clearly. But we also need to

strategize how to be effective within institutions; we�re one of the

only NGOs devoted to language rights. And we have to do all this

while we manage the paradox of inclusiveness and exclusiveness. So

we start by spreading the problem. The problem isn�t English. The

problem is that language is an institution of power.�

* * *

Tonkin knows a thing or two about power. He is ex-president of a

great many things: the University of Hartford, the UEA, and its

youth wing, TEJO, before that. Though gray and eminent, he�s

anything but an �minence grise; witness the way he dashes from

podium to podium, introducing, lecturing, even auctioneering in

rapid-fire Esperanto. He brings to mind Alice Roosevelt�s famous

comment about her father, Theodore: �He wanted to be the bride at

every wedding, the corpse at every funeral, and the baby at every

christening.� Now in his early seventies, Tonkin has been an

Esperantist for more than half a century.

Like many Esperantists of his generation, he fell in love with the

language in his teens, a time when identity is malleable and life

itself is a grand experiment�at least one�s own life is. In 1958

Tonkin attended his first TEJO conference, in Germany, a gathering

that was �astounding to a relatively sheltered eighteen-year-old full

of hormones � a sort of Grand Awakening. And it filled a need for

me to break out of a highly judgmental world.� The following year,

he traveled to Warsaw for Zamenhof�s centennial, bringing with him

a suitcase filled to the brim with English sweaters; selling these on

the street financed three weeks in iron-curtain Poland. �Poland was

waking up; there was energy all over. My friends in England had

prejudiced assumptions about life in Eastern Europe, but I was

discovering that these people in Poland were living complete lives;

they had value systems that were coherent and integrated. Yes, they

might be under pressure, they might not like their government, but

they were not brain-washed.�

During the mid-sixties, Tonkin became the first TEJO president to

sit on the UEA board. He was being groomed for leadership by the

UEA president, a charismatic Croatian jurist named *Ivo Lapenna.

Lapenna�s passion for discipline and his quest for world recognition

would both leave a deep imprint on the UEA. Famously controlling

and autocratic, he was not above humiliating his opponents; as

Tonkin puts it, �He chewed up colleagues who were not as smart as

he was.� After a beat, he chuckles; �Well, I was sort of an arrogant

son of a bitch myself.� In 1974, Tonkin succeeded Lapenna as UEA

president, trying to steer an even course amid bitter infighting. �I

was willing to take insults and defeats without responding. I was

accused of being a communist faggot in France. Nasty personal stuff.

Since I was neither one nor the other, I brushed it off easily.�

�Were you disillusioned by all this animosity among

Esperantists?� I ask.

�No, Esperantists quarrel like crazy. People quarrel when they

fail, or when they�ve screwed up in some way. But that said, here�s

the thing: Esperanto works. Its success is as a language community;

it�s a collection of shared values: the value of cooperation; openness

to other ways of thinking; peace. Talking rather than fighting.� It

was on Tonkin�s watch that the Esperanto world officially gave up

its losing battle against global English. �Zamenhof was invested in

the idea that diversity of languages was a curse, but since 1974,

there�s been a seismic shift in the way we think about language:

Babel is good. Multilingualism is good. With respect to English, they

need to convince people that using English is not value-free; we

need to stop the aggression of English with more multilingualism.

The real issue is not now; it�s what happens a hundred years from

now.� If only Tonkin could stick around till then.

I ask him if there are any general characteristics that Esperantists

share. �There�s a bifurcation in the way they operate, moving

between a career and Esperanto.� He�s talking about himself now,

about making his career in an elite world of university intellectuals

as skeptical of utopian solutions as they are of the �grand

narratives� of history and knowledge. And he�s talking about me, as

I navigate between exuberant Esperanto gatherings and dispiriting

English Department meetings where my colleagues grouse about a

steep decline in the number of English majors (to which someone

invariably responds that the decline is a national trend; small

consolation). I�m sure Tonkin�s heard the question I get at literature

conferences when I tell colleagues what I�m working on.

�Esperanto?� they ask in puzzlement. �Isn�t it dead?�

If I�d wanted to work on a dead language, I�d have chosen Latin�

so much more useful.

�Esperantists are more adventurous than ordinary mortals,�

Tonkin continues. While we�ve talked, his responses have become a

bit looser, more improvisatory. �They�re people who [have been]

looking for something�and for themselves�and failing to find it.

Often, people who don�t fit in. Or people who understand something

other people don�t. I think there are some people who are

Esperantists who never find their way to Esperanto at all; I call

them virtual Esperantists.� Clearly that doesn�t mean me, on two

counts: I�ve found my way to Esperanto and according to the

Declaration of Boulogne, simply using the language qualifies me as

an Esperantist. On the other hand, I�m always something of an

outsider here. For one thing, Esperantists know that a Princeton

professor can bring much-needed prestige to their cause, all the

more so if she can enthuse about Esperantic fraternity�the granda

rondo familia�while remaining unseduced by utopian dreams of a

universal language. Ironically, I�m one of the few people in the

Esperanto world to have a professional interest in it. Amid all the

ravishing, free-flowing, multicultural conversation, my chats with

Esperantists always involve a tacit exchange: they give me access so

I�ll give them status.

And for another thing, I�m a practicing, public Jew�not simply

judadivena (of Jewish descent)�and when I hear condescension

about particularism, I reach for my pistol. I wouldn�t still be

wandering in Esperantujo if I believed that Zamenhof regarded

Judaism with condescension or contempt; in my mind�s eye, while

he �crosses the Rubicon� to universalism, he�s carrying Judaism on

his back. A decade ago, my children�s school celebrated �United

Nations Day� by asking parents to send in �the bread you eat in

your culture.� Instead of giving me joy in my bread-eating brothers

and sisters, the hypercarb communion set my teeth on edge. It

mattered to me that focaccia is focaccia and naan, naan; it still does.

Which is all to say that here in Bia�ystok, among these meta-Jews

�this �great family circle� of Esperantists�I suddenly realize what I

am: a meta-Esperantist Jew.

5. Big-endians and Little-endians

The Akademio de Esperanto is about to hold its annual public

meeting. �The academy,� Tonkin once told me, �is a sort of fire

brigade to watch out for misuses. Since most people write Esperanto

before speaking it, there�s less of a gap between the spoken and the

written word than in many languages; it�s used fairly

conservatively. But there are some great fights. Take the famous

�ata-ita� debate, the Esperanto version of Swift�s Big-endians versus

Little-endians.� I�ve heard of this famous controversy about whether

Esperanto verbs express tenses (present, past, future) or aspects

(whether an act is completed or ongoing). All discussions about the

debate, which include several entire books, cite a famously

contradictory statement of Zamenhof, who couldn�t seem to decide

himself. The �ata-ita� debate may be the only grammatical

controversy with its own Wikipedia entry�in the Esperanto

Vikipedio.

Seventeen of the forty-four academicians, four women and

thirteen men, take their places on the stage, specialists in

astrophysics,

banking,

education,

literature,

linguistics,

mathematics. Among them are Tonkin, L�wenstein, and *Otto Prytz,

a blind professor emeritus of Spanish from Oslo. Nearly half of the

seventeen are native speakers of either English or French; no

wonder the academy carefully monitors linguistic diversity among

its membership. The term is nine years, renewable; every three

years, one-third of the members are up for election. As Tonkin puts

it, �Some of the members have been asleep for years; staying awake

is � not an absolute requirement of membership.�

The format is simple: the academy publicly tackles a series of

written questions submitted by the general membership. *John C.

Wells, a British phoneticist and author of the leading English-

Esperanto dictionary, presides. He reads the first question aloud,

then passes the hand-held microphone to whichever academician

reaches for it first.

�What is Esperanto for �cluster bomb?�� The questioner uses the

English term. A matronly Italian takes the mike. �Grapola bombo,�

she suggests, Esperantizing the Italian expression bomba a grappola.

�No!� says another member, grabbing for the mike, �Bombetaro��

approval by acclaim for the latter. It is more � Esperantist.

�Which is the �first floor,� the ground floor or the one above?�

�We�re not here to legislate among cultures,� comes the reply. �Use

the term you�d use in your own country.�

�Should we say �Birmo� or �Mianmaro�?� Tonkin says, �These are

political decisions, not academic ones; to stick with Burma is a

critique of the regime.� A question on the proper name for

Mozambique snags a curt reply from Wells: �There�s a published

list.�

�Which is the correct adverbial form: �Sponte�? �Spontane�?

�Spontanee�?� Alas, Esperanto never did solve the problem of

irreversibility that drove the Idists away. Wells takes a straw poll:

spontane, hands down. When someone suggests that the Academy

consult the frequency of uses on the Web, the Israeli physicist Amri

Wandel protests, �That�s not reliable. I�ve written about this �

about nanplaneto vs. nanoplaneto.� Heads bob knowingly; those who

haven�t already read it take down the reference.

Wells flips to the next question. �Why is the sexist �shminkistino�

the preferred term? Not all makeup artists are women, right?� It�s a

rhetorical question; point taken.

�Which is better: �Bluaj okuloj�? �Bluokuleco�?� Blue eyes, or blue-

eyedness? It�s a question only an Esperantist could understand�or

need answered.

�How do we properly refer to the parts of a person�s name:

�Familiana nomo�? �Persona nomo�?� �In some cultures,� says Tonkin,

�the word �name� only refers to a family name; and there are other

terms and usages.� He does not say �Christian name,� as the English

usually do. �We�re not here to make the world easier; we make

easier the complication of the world.� Wavelets of laughter. �Do as

you like.�

Most questions are lexical, but late in the session comes a

grammatical question: �What about this trend of creating new verbs

from participles?� The academicians sigh audibly, as over a teenager

who has once again forgotten to take out the garbage. In fact, it

once was a youth issue: a trend that began among Esperanto-

speaking teens in the 1980s has finally filtered into the Esperanto

mainstream. While Americans are now scandalously verbing every

noun in sight, Esperantists have, since 1887, been licensed to verb

almost any root. Instead of Mi ludas gitaron (I play the guitar), I can

simply add a verb ending to the root �gitar-� and say, Mi gitaras. But

now, something more extreme is happening: people are taking

participles, adjectives already spawned by verbs, and using them as

secondary verbs. �For example,� says one academician, �they�ve

been saying bezonatas, from the participle bezonata (needed), as in

Ĉio bezonatas samtempe��everything is being needed at the same

time.�� More examples are thrown into the fray as the volume of the

chatter onstage rises, until Wells wrests away the mike and says, a

little impatiently, �You have a choice. You always have a choice.�

Do as you like. You have a choice. They may be the Academy, but

they�re not the boss of us.

When the session draws to a close, people file out in knots of two

and three, seeking out a bit of shade to continue debating about

participles. In my mind�s eye, I see the delegates of 1905 doing much

the same, before recessing to the caf�s of Boulogne.

6. Adrian

�Strangulo��weirdo��says Adrian, the retired public health

professor I�d met in Iznik. Adrian�s right; the young Japanese man

who unicycles past our table in the beer garden, arms outstretched

for balance, is a weirdo. I�d seen him the night before, playing the

accordion on the esplanade in front of the polytechnic. Earlier

today, clad in a green T-shirt and a white hachimaki headband, he

pedaled his unicycle past the entrance to the libroservo (bookstore)

as I entered. I was there to drop some z�otys on books: anthologies

of Hungarian poetry, back copies of Beletra Almanako, a history of

Esperanto in Africa, Raymond Schwartz�s novel Kiel akvo de l�rivero

(Like River Water), the satirical magazine La Kancer-Kliniko (The

Cancer Clinic), and the best-selling Kulturo de Amo, a sex guide in

Hungarian and Esperanto, illustrated with exquisite stippled pencil

drawings. It�s been in print continuously since the seventies, the

passionate couple still locked in their forty-year-old embrace,

wearing mullet hairdos. While I stand paging through it, a plump

French woman in Birkenstocks says over my shoulder, �Buy it now!

You�ll see, it always sells out.� This was not the only erotica in the

libroservo. There are erotic poems by one �Peter Peneter� (the

pseudonym of K�lm�n Kalocsay), and the popular ABC de Amo (ABC

of Love), a Danish best-seller of 1958.

Some weeks ago, Adrian emailed that he had applied too late for

lodging in Bia�ystok; now, he wrote, there were no rooms left in the

bargain hotels and he wasn�t in the market for luxury. �I�ll find

something; I�ve never yet spent a night under a bridge.� By the time

I catch up with him at the opening ceremony, he�s rented a room for

twelve euros a night in the priory of an onion-domed Orthodox

church on the outskirts of town. Apart from the Doberman in the

courtyard, he says, it�s perfect: quiet, clean, and comfortable. He�s

left his B&B in Maastricht in the care of �la lesbaninoj��a Bulgarian

lesbian couple who get free lodging in exchange for housework�but

takes all calls for the business on his smartphone. After he answers

�Hal ooo,� it�s hard to predict what language he�ll speak next: Dutch;

his fluent, colloquial English; his excellent French; or his functional

German, Danish, Norwegian, Swedish, or Italian. He also knows

enough of ten other languages to speak to cabbies. �Come to

Maastricht and I�ll give you the five-country tour,� he offers broadly;

�We start in Holland, lunch in Belgium, drive through France, a stop

for a beer in Luxembourg, dinner in Aachen and then home.� Only

he has no car � but no worries, he�ll borrow one. Adrian has been

an Esperantist since his university days in Amsterdam, but raising

four children (the younger two adopted from Korea) as a single

parent has kept him away from congresses for many years. Now,

pensioned and supplemented by his B&B income, he�s back in

Esperantic action.

Not that Adrian has stayed close to home all those years; quite the

contrary. After retiring as a public-health professor, he had a second

career as the international affairs director of an aviation university.

He�d flown from Dar es Salaam to Jakarta, Sydney, Morocco, Cyprus

�just about everywhere, setting up consortia, meeting with aviation

officials, researching crashes. It takes half an hour to discover three

places he has not visited: the Galapagos, Vietnam, and Princeton.

Invariably, he finds an Esperantist to show him around town, put

him up for a few days, perhaps drive him down to the beach. �I

don�t go places to see a valley or a tower,� he says with disdain; he�s

a sojourner, not a tourist. His habit, on visiting a new city, is to find

the best caf� or taverna and revisit it daily, shmoozing with regulars

and flirting with waitresses. And here in Bia�ystok, he�s fast

becoming a regular at the Esperanto Caf� on the Rynek, where he

addresses the waitress in Polish: �I remember you from yesterday!

Enneke?�no, Emilie!� After the congress, he�ll head to Warsaw to

see friends, �but perhaps I�ll hit Belarus for a day from here, it�s only

just over the border.� He�ll look into a visa tomorrow. �You can plan

and plan,� he says, leaning back from his glass of Chianti

contentedly, �but the best plan is no plan.�

Adrian makes an excellent guide to the congress, by day and by

night. He knows everyone, the denaskuloj (native speakers), the

gravuloj (VIPs) and the stranguloj, who, besides our unicycling friend,

include a bearded French teen sprouting three pontyails and several

gray-braided elders dressed more or less like John the Baptist but for

the Guatemalan bags draped over their shoulders. Rarely do the

categories of gravuloj and stranguloj coincide, but when they do,

Adrian supplies the deep background. We meet the five Kazakh

teens who�ve come to Bia�ystok by train, over three days and nights.

We take in a concert by Guinness World Record winner *Jean-Marc

Leclerq (known as JoMo), who sings in twenty-two languages. We

watch the tender one-man show about Zamenhof written and

performed by *Georgo (Jerzy) Handzlik, a Polish singer, actor, and

broadcaster.

Adrian points out the long-married couples, the exes and their

exes and theirs, and the kongresedzoj�elective �spouses,� invariably

from different countries where their husbands and wives are

working or minding kids or parents. They meet once a year at the

Universal Congress, their affair an open secret, fodder for gossip,

but worthy of respect. They�re fickle in their constancy, and constant

in fickleness; some of them have been at it for decades. After the

day�s councils and talks, they�ll meet for a glass of wine and dine in

cheap eateries with plank floors. After dinner, they�ll stroll into

town, chatting in Esperanto until the light dwindles and they return

to the hotel, the guesthouse, the B&B. And after that, Esperanto

dissolves into the common language of flesh.

7. Flickering Shadows

During the run-up to Zamenhof�s centenary in 1959, his Judaism

became an explicit theme for discussion. That year, an Israeli

Esperantist named Naftali Zvi Maimon published an exquisitely

researched article about Zamenhof�s Zionist activities. This was soon

joined by Maimon�s articles on Zamenhof�s early years, student

period, Esperantist activity, and Hillelism; on the Zamenhof family,

especially Markus; and on how little attention the Esperanto world

had thus far paid to Zamenhof�s Jewishness and Jewish milieu. Not

until 1978 did Maimon collect the articles into his landmark book,

provocatively titled La Kaŝita Vivo de Zamenhof (The Hidden Life of

Zamenhof). But hidden no more: here in Bia�ystok, Zamenhof�s

Jewish life has taken center stage. In the weeks before the congress,

the �Zamenhofology� listserv was primarily concerned with various

strands of Zamenhof�s Jewishness: Yiddish, Zionism, Hillelism.

This morning, Tonkin launches a session called �Zamenhof

Today� by asking us to put ourselves in his �shoes, beard, and

spectacles� as a man of a specific place, time, and ethnic

background. Only then can we get beyond our icon of the kind

visionary grandfather and gauge the immensity of his decision to

invent a new way, a new option. At the end of a series of questions

to launch the session, Tonkin asks, �Did Zamenhof want to Judaize

everyone?� I flash back to Zamenhof�s strange statement to the

Jewish Chronicle: �Instead of being absorbed by the Christian world,

we [Jews] shall absorb them; for that is our mission.� If �to Judaize�

means, as Zamenhof put it, �to spread among humanity the truth of

monotheism and the principles of justice and fraternity,� then the

answer is yes, that was precisely what Zamenhof had in mind. But if

�to Judaize� means �to turn them into Jews,� then the answer was,

decidedly, no.

Our next speaker has been Judaized in the latter manner, but not

by Zamenhof. *Tsvi Sadan, an Israeli professor of linguistics, looks

far younger than his forty-six years. With his yarmulke, wire-rim

glasses, scraggly beard, white shirt, and black slacks, he might

resemble a yeshiva boy; he might, did he not resemble more closely

a Japanese scholar in an Edo-period scroll. In his native Japan,

Sadan had been Tsuguya Sasaki, but after emigrating to Israel, he

changed his name, converted to Judaism, became an Israeli citizen,

and earned a doctorate in Hebrew linguistics. (I�m told that he�s the

sole Israeli Esperantist who wears a yarmulke and sticks to kosher

food.) His website lists his languages as follows:

Native: Japanese

Active: Hebrew, English

Quite active: Yiddish, Esperanto

Passive: German, French, Russian

Very passive: Arabic, Aramaic, Italian, Spanish, Polish

Sadan is lecturing today as part of the International Congress

University, a series of carefully vetted, high-level lectures delivered

mostly by academics. His lecture, �A Sociolinguistic Comparison of

Two Diasporic Languages, Yiddish and Esperanto, on the Internet,�

has mustered a healthy audience who are rewarded for their

attention with the news that Esperanto has a far larger presence on

the Internet than Yiddish. Toward the end of the rather technical

talk, the topic changes to Sadan�s passion: traditional Ashkenazic

dances. Suddenly he walks in front of the podium, strikes a dancer�s

pose, and begins to gambol across the stage, dropping low for a

kazatzka, and all to the beat of a klezmer band that only he can

hear. It�s distinctly a man�s dance, the kind flamboyantly performed

at Orthodox Jewish weddings, and it brings on a familiar sour taste.

I�ve done my time watching from the sidelines as schnapps-fueled

men dance for the hatan and kalah (�groom and bride� is the phrase,

not �bride and groom�). I always love their abandon; I always hate

their complicity in a regime of separation, boundaries, limits. Today,

the response is mixed. Some are charmed, but others seem put out by

�what? The lack of decorum? The in-your-face display of Sadan�s

unlikely Jewishness?

A warmer reception is given to the next lecturer, Tomasz

Chmielik. Trained in German and Polish philology and a novelist

himself, Chmielik is one of the premier translators of literature into

Esperanto; thanks to Chmielik, Samuel Beckett, G�nter Grass,

Friedrich D�rrenmatt, Georges Perec, and I. B. Singer have found

places in the Esperanto library. Today Chmielik is screening two

short films made by Saul and Moshe Goskind, owners of the Warsaw

film studio Sektor. In 1939 the Goskinds, knowing that the days of

Jewish life in Poland were numbered, set out to document Jewish

life in six cities, Krak�w, Vilna (Vilnius), Lvov, Warsaw, Bia�ystok,

and ��d�; all the films survive except the one documenting ��d�.

Weeks before the invasion of Poland, the films were dispatched to

New York, but went astray until 1942, when they were auctioned off

by the dead letter office of the U.S. Postal Service. Only in the late

1960s did various portions of the surviving films make their way to

Israel, where Saul Goskind, who had emigrated there, reedited them.

Where the original soundtracks had been lost, new ones were

recorded in Hebrew and English.

�So, are these the same films?� Chmielik asks. As my students say,

he is �getting meta� on us: not only the Jews of prewar Poland, but

also the films about them are among the lost. What we�re watching,

then, are flickering shadows of flickering shades. The narration�s in

Yiddish, the subtitles in English; no one translates into Esperanto.

Bia�ystok�s 55,000 Jews�rich and poor, capitalists and bundists�

bustle about their multilingual, sophisticated society. Places of

worship and palaces of culture lie cheek by jowl. Here�s the 1913

Great Synagogue (in which close to two thousand Jews were locked

and set on fire in 1941, two years after the film was made) and

there, the 1834 Khorshul (Choir Synagogue, destroyed by the Nazis

in 1943) over which Zamenhof�s father, Markus, had presided at the

groundbreaking. Here�s the Bia�ystoker Yeshiva, and there the Musar

Yeshiva, and in yet another neighborhood, on Lipowa Street, the

progressive-Zionist Tarbut (Hebrew for �culture�) School. This

building, unlike the others, is extant, a repurposed craft school,

devoid of Jews. When we see a glimpse of Zamenhof�s birthplace (in

Bia�ystok) and later, his tomb (in Warsaw), it�s like spotting a

family member in a photograph of Times Square on V-E Day.

The final shots are of Jewish children lounging on a summer day

in a large, leafy park, dappled sunlight playing on their faces. I

recognize the Branicki Palace gardens, where just last night we had

listened to JoMo under lanterns. Seventy summers earlier, in these

gardens, Jewish children in crisp white uniforms had played circle

games; Jewish teens, mugging at the camera, had comically flexed

their muscles; plump Jewish babies had been prammed up the all�es

like stately galleons. Here and there a baby gazes, fascinated, into

the lens, heedless of its nurse, pushing, pushing on. At the end, a

subtitle tells us that �these children are precious; they are the

future.� The footage lasts three or four minutes; the children would

last two or three more years, at most.

When the lights come up, people are sniffling. Quietly, Chmielik

says, �I close my eyes and imagine how the story of all these people

ended. We know the ending. They did not.�

Suddenly, from the audience, an Israeli named *Josi (Yosi)

Shemer rises to his feet. I know Josi from his weekly email of Jewish

jokes translated�and laboriously annotated�in Esperanto. But Josi

looks transfigured; as if seized by the gift of tongues, he exclaims:

�This is holy work! From a non-Jew! To translate from Yiddish to

Esperanto! To bring us this film!�� and trails off, in a paroxysm of

acclamation. Chmielik is too embarrassed to respond. Announcing

where we can order the DVD online (though no one had asked), he

adjourns the session.

8. A Nation Without Pyres

Like Jewless Krak�w, which hosts a huge annual klezmer festival,

the city of Bia�ystok has turned its Jewish quarter into a Jewish

reservation. Shops sell tribal souvenirs: CDs, books, and postcards of

Jewish life between the wars. In certain tourist restaurants, one can

order �Jewish-style� food�borscht, herring, brisket with prunes.

Tonight, on the Rynek�s massive stage, an Israeli dance troupe

performs to an accordion, a wailing clarinet, and a snare drum. But

if these are meant to show us real, live, dancing Jews, they�re

unconvincing. There�s something odd about their costumes, not

Jewish but Jew-y: dresses made of tallit fabric, faux kapotas, phony

black fedoras held on with rubber bands. Music blares, lights glare,

and the dancers wheel about smiling red lipsticked smiles. It�s a

Ballet Folkl�rico, only hold the Mexicans.

Friday morning I board a bus full of Japanese Esperantists to the

seventeenth-century synagogue at Tykocin. I recognize some of the

Japanese from my hotel, where they move in flocks herded by their

own professional guide. Apart from deferential bowing and a

friendly �Saluton!� in the elevator, they fraternize mainly with one

another. An Italian friend explained that the Japanese Esperantists,

as enthusiastic as they are affluent, generally make a strong

showing at world congresses, but most aren�t comfortable in

conversation. �You�ll hear them crocodile,� she said, and so I did;

they spoke Japanese in the corridors, at breakfast, and now on the

bus.Twenty-five miles west of Bia�ystok, Tykocin was the birthplace

of Zamenhof�s father. The Jewish community dates back to 1522

and, despite fierce competition from Christian guilds and an episode

of blood libel in 1657, they had prospered. By the time Markus

Zamenhof was born in 1834, there were nearly three thousand Jews

in the town, about 65 percent of the population. Fortunately, I�ve

read about the fate of Tykocin�s Jews during World War II, since our

slim, ponytailed Polish guide barely mentions it. A detachment of

Nazi police entered the town on August 16, 1941, and secretly

ordered the digging of three large pits in the nearby �opuchowo

forest. On August 25, at six in the morning, Tykocin�s Jews were

rounded up in the market square, told they were being taken to the

Bia�ystok ghetto, and marched to a nearby school. Then by the

truckload, men first and then women, they were taken to the forest

and shot in the freshly dug pits. The next day, a sweep of the town

yielded another seven hundred Jews, the old and the sick, who met

the same fate. The synagogue became a storehouse for plundered

Jewish goods. Most of the 150 Jews who escaped to the forest were

murdered. By the end of the war, Tykocin�s two thousand Jews

numbered seventeen.

No sign of this catastrophe greets us when we descend a brief

flight of stairs into the whitewashed masonry synagogue. Our

Esperanto-speaking guide informs us that the synagogue floor had to

be lower than the floor of the church of the Holy Trinity at the

opposite end of the town. The descent makes the nine-meter height

of the white interior seem more lofty, and the nine-bay floor plan

more enveloping. The interior and the women�s sections had been

destroyed by the Nazis, but all was immaculately restored during the

1970s and 1980s as part of the regional Podlaskie Museum: the

furnishings of the ark, the mahogany rails, the cut-glass chandeliers,

and the Hebrew and Aramaic words painted in huge, carefully

aligned black letters on the walls. Our guide points out that these

enabled Jews to pray when it was too dark to read the prayer book.

From cupolas high above come gashes of light on the letters, carving

even holier words among the black Hebrew characters.

Most of the Japanese sit in silence on the benches, as our guide

dilates on rituals and ritual objects�the women�s section, the

Hanukkah menorah, the Ark of the Torah, the bima. There�s a

perfunctory mention of the Nazi plunderers (not murderers), but

anti-Semitism doesn�t come up. No talk of Jews and Poles, or of the

pogroms of 1936 and 1938, before the Nazis had ever set foot in

Poland. �Poland,� says our guide, �has always been a tolerant

place.�

A Japanese man in a golf hat raises his hand. �Diversity!� he says,

cheerfully, �that is the key thing, diversity.� He�s the same man who

an hour earlier had asked me where I was from. �Usono,� I�d

answered, and he�d beamed: �I�m from Obama, Japan! That is my

hometown, Obama! So I love Barack Obama!�

On the matter of diversity, our guide agrees. �I think so, yes,� she

says haltingly. Then with more conviction: �Diversity is why Poland

has always been a tolerant place.�

I want to ask, and don�t want to ask, and then I ask, �What about

the Poles who looted Jews during the pogroms of 1936 and 1938?

What about the complicity of the Polish police in the roundup and

murder of Tykocin�s Jews?� Does anyone else notice that I�m

becoming my mother? Once, when I murmured my affection for

Degas, she�d snapped, �That anti-Semite? Show me his ballerinas

and I�ll show you Dreyfus.�

The guide swigs from her water bottle. �Poland is a country

without scaffolds,� she says evenly; it�s part proverb, part

trademark. She takes another swig, and shifts her purse to the other

shoulder. �Poland is a nation without pyres.�

* * *

That night in Bia�ystok, after the crowds had thinned and the

floodlights blinked out, a young hooded man threw a bottle of pink

paint onto the monumental bronze bust of Zamenhof at the

intersection at Bia�owny and Malmeda. The next morning,

Zamenhof�s lips, beard, and bust were bright pink, as though la

majstro had just bitten the top off a bottle of Pepto-Bismol. Saturday

morning�s local paper, the Kurier Poranny, reported it as a �racist

attack,� which apparently followed a handful of other incidents

throughout the week. The massive �Zamenhof tent� was set on fire

the night before the inaugural. A group of skinheads entered the

congress hall, some in black shirts with a star of David crossed by a

red bar. An ad for the congress was defaced; bus tires were slashed

in the parking lot. And late Wednesday night someone threw a

bottle with burning liquid against the new Zamenhof Center, which,

being stone, was left unscathed. While sound checks were under way

for the final ceremony, a Brazilian samideano was wounded by a

large stone hurled through the window of a dormitory.

All this I would learn later, from the independent webzine Libera

Folio (Free Page). But the UEA�s daily conference newsletter had

been vandal- and violence-free. During the congress, according to

Libera Folio, *Brunetto Casini, the editor, had been planning to

publish a photo of the paint-spattered bust of Zamenhof and a brief

article by *Fran�ois Lo Jacomo. Anxious about repercussions, Casini

had checked in with the local Congress Committee, who gave him a

green light. Still anxious, Casini had followed up with a call to

*Osmo Buller, the laconic Finnish director of the UEA. According to

Lo Jacomo, �Osmo looked at the photo, [and] the three lines which I

had written, and without any emotion whatsoever said simply, that

he [Casini] must not publish it.� Instead, the front page bore a photo

of smiling Esperantists gathered around an eighty-millimeter

telescope.

In the weeks and months following the congress, comments flew

back and forth on the Libera Folio website. Some attacked the UEA

for censorship, insisting that the crimes were racist and anti-Semitic;

others minimized the events as adolescent hooliganism. The leaders

of the Israeli Esperantist League wrote in fulsome praise of the

Polish hosts and the city of Bia�ystok. But it was Renato Corsetti,

elder statesman, who posted the classic Esperanto rejoinder:

�Violent nationalism and hatred of foreigners is found everywhere,

not only in Bia�ystok. The existence of these feelings in some part of

humanity vindicates our work to eradicate them in Bia�ystok and in

the whole world.� The paint, the fire, the skinheads: all the more

reason to carry on talking, writing, believing�and planning for the

next granda rondo familia in Havana.

PART THREE

THE HERETIC, THE PRIESTESS,

AND THE INVISIBLE EMPIRE

1. The Heretic

In the fall of 1927, the Associated Press reported that Mrs. Mabel

Wagnalls Jones, heir to the Funk & Wagnalls publishing fortune, had

recently built a memorial to her parents. It was a rambling Tudor-

Gothic edifice in Lithopolis, Ohio, with classrooms, meeting rooms, a

library, and an auditorium that could seat three hundred people, the

entire population of the town. Mabel was not only thinking big; she

was also thinking in Esperanto, planning to turn Lithopolis into the

Esperanto center of the United States. Within two years, she had

acquired the entire library of the former president of the American

Esperanto Association, and Esperanto classes for Bloom Township

schoolchildren and their teachers, as well as night classes for adults,

were in full swing. �This isolated village,� rhapsodized a reporter,

�miles from a railroad and not even touched by motor busses, may

become the Capital of an invisible Empire, founded upon Esperanto,

the Universal Auxiliary language. �1

This is not something most Esperantists of the 1920s, American or

otherwise, would have said. By almost every standard, Esperanto

failed the test of an empire: it had no imperial center dependent on

far-flung resources; no colonies to govern, and no infrastructure by

which to govern them; and no army or navy. It lacked the essential

requirement of an empire: imperium, that is to say, power. Even so,

by the end of World War I, Esperanto had acquired a geographical

reach that would have been the envy of any empire. It had spread

beyond Eastern and Western Europe to the United States; to Asia,

including China, Japan, and Korea; to South Africa, Egypt, and

North Africa; to Australia and New Zealand; and to Brazil.

But in the years between the world wars, far from Lithopolis,

Ohio, the fate of the �invisible Empire� of Esperanto lay largely in

the hands of the three most visible empires on the globe: Stalin�s

USSR, Japan, and Hitler�s Third Reich. Speakers of �the dangerous

language,� as it was called by Stalin, were perceived as a menace

onto which virtually any enemy could be projected: communists,

Jews, Trotskyites, �bourgeois elements,� and democratic socialists,

among others. Ulrich Lins, in his landmark study, La Danĝera Lingvo,

documents the brutality of totalitarian regimes in the USSR, Japan,

occupied China and Korea, and Germany toward Esperantists and

their organizations. Free to realize their own versions of the interna

ideo, Esperantists coped with such regimes in vastly different ways.

Some made common cause with imperial powers for ideological

aims; some made compromises simply to survive; and many stolidly

chose opposition, sometimes at the cost of their lives.

The vague interna ideo also allowed for competing visions of the

movement itself. There were suprantionalists, like Hector Hodler,

whose vision of the UEA was a decentralized network of consuls

serving local constituencies. There were internationalists,

represented by the Paris-based Central Office, who reconceived

Zamenhof�s vision of interethnic harmony as an affair of nation-

states; the UEA would be dominated by the largest national

organizations, which provided the movement with its largest

financial base. There were anationalists, who split off from the UEA

to bring Esperanto into the service of world socialism. There were

anarchists, chiefly Chinese and Japanese reformers trying to usher a

Confucian, pan-Asian vision of world harmony into a new century.

And it was left to Zamenhof�s own daughter, Lidia, to keep alive the

universalist, transcendental strain of Zamenhof�s vision.

Zamenhof himself had placed his hopes in yet another world

power: the United States. In his early days, he�d envisioned the

United States as a homeland for the Jews, and later predicted

(wrongly) that the country would become a world center for

Esperanto. He also believed that instead of flexing its imperial

power, the United States would become increasingly woven into a

pan-American union of states. Despite a flurry of interest around the

1910 Universal Congress in Washington, resistance to Esperanto in

the States came from many corners: from xenophobic nativists, from

those still in thrall to what Emerson called �the courtly muses of

Europe,� and from capitalists who associated Esperanto with

socialism. Even so, its passionate advocates made it a Rorschach for

diverse concepts of their country�s identity as a multicultural and

multiracial society, a nation-state, and a burgeoning world power.

This chapter is framed by two European Esperantists, a man and

a woman, who refused to compromise with empires and, in vastly

different ways, were undone by them. He called himself �the

heretic�; people called her �the Priestess.� He was a poor Catholic

from a village in Normandy; she was a middle-class Jew born in

Warsaw. He, a carpenter, educated himself at the feet of anarchists;

she earned a law degree at Warsaw University but never practiced.

He talked and wrote about sennacieco (anationalism); she, a Bah��,

lectured ceaselessly about �the way.� In 1936, he renounced his

nation and left it forever; two years later, weeks after Kristallnacht,

she sailed back to her homeland, where she was imprisoned,

immured in the Warsaw Ghetto, and finally murdered at Treblinka.

No two Esperantists had ever been more certain of Esperanto�s

interna ideo, and no two �internal ideas� could have been more

different. In every way but one�their common tongue, Esperanto�

they were poles apart. His name was Adam; hers, Zamenhof.

* * *

In 1879, six months after L. L. Zamenhof launched an early version

of Esperanto at a birthday party, Eugène Aristide Alfred Adam was

born in Saint-Jacques-de-N�hou, Normandy. In Fredo, his

fragmentary autobiographical novel, the infant hero is baptized

once with water, and a second time with cider, by his roguish,

alcoholic uncle. Adam�s childhood, like his protagonist�s, was a

battle between piety and skepticism, with the latter always getting

the upper hand. It was also an education in the power of money;

like Fredo, Adam saw his beloved sister, Nata, married off at twenty

to a rich man whom she despised. It was as if she�d been stolen

away, and when she died, a year later, he blamed the thief. A

talented woodworker, Adam became skilled at making faux-antique

furniture but when he learned how exorbitantly a merchant had

marked up his work, he saw exploitation, not opportunity.

Gradually, he made his way to Paris, where the skeptical child

grew into an iconoclast bent on smashing idols of all kinds: religion,

money, and patriotism. By day he taught technical drawing; by

night, he attended anarchist meetings. As an ambulance driver

during the war, he insisted on treating German as well as French

soldiers, and by the end of the war, he had renounced nationalism.

Romantic love was the next idol to be smashed, when a brief

marriage ended in separation. He would know better the next time,

seeking a woman for rational partnership rather than love or

marriage. The woman he found, a brilliant, well-to-do British

Esperantist named H�lène (Nellie) Kate Limouzin, had an adoring

nephew named Eric Blair, who sojourned with them and their

Esperantic circle in Paris. Though Blair never became an

Esperantist, under the name George Orwell he would later write the

shrewdest statement in English about the role of language in

politics.

Adam learned Esperanto in Paris, in his mid-thirties, among

socialists and anarchists. Active in a group of left-wing Esperantists

in Paris, �comrade� Adam took on the task of editing the journal of

the Esperanto workers� group Esperantista Laboristo. And in its pages,

in 1920, he began to publish the manifesto that would split the

Esperanto world in two. For la Neutralismon (Away with Neutrality)

called for a new movement that would use Esperanto as a tool for

�overturn[ing] the capitalist order�; 2 he called it the Sennacieca

Asocio Tutmonda, or SAT (Worldwide Anational Association).

National organizations would play no role in the new entity except

to propagandize to ministries of education and local governments.

As Adam demonstrated in a technical diagram resembling an

elaborate system of pulleys, SAT would be decentralized. No

particular political party would be endorsed, so that social

democrats, communists, and anarchists could work together,

promoting Esperanto among the working classes of all nations.

Through Esperanto, the worldwide proletariat would arrive at a new

social order.

Neutrality, Adam wrote, was false consciousness, and he exhorted

his readers to disavow the �bourgeois miasma� of the �neutralist�

UEA, with its �dandyism� and its �desire for prestige and other

bourgeois affairs. �3 Homaranismo and even Zamenhof himself were

cut down to size:

The author of Esperanto lacked a clear concept about the

ongoing, ceaseless, more or less bitter, battle among the

social classes.� Tolerance about religion, race or nation,

and the possibility of mutual understanding is not enough

to do away with enmity and to bring about justice. And

where there is no justice, war is latent. 4

Eugène Adam, or Lanti, the heretic

[�sterreichische Nationalbibliothek]

Adam also refused to align the group with bourgeois pacifists,

including the pacifist UEA, though he had already distanced himself

from a cell of anarchist terrorists in Paris. SAT members would not

be pac-batalantoj (peace fighters); instead, they would wage class

warfare, propelled by a revolution in language.

With the founding of SAT, Adam felt it was time to rename the

workers� journal�and himself. The first issue of the new Sennacieca

Revuo (Anational Review) came out over the name of �Lanty.� It

was a coy transcription of the French �L�anti,� a nickname he had

acquired by being tirelessly oppositional, and a fine nom de guerre

for an iconoclast. There was another reason for a pseudonym, as E.

Borsboom, Adam�s biographer, points out. Having joined the French

Communist Party at its inception in 1920, he was in danger of losing

his teaching job; besides, the chauvinist Poincar� government

fiercely opposed the teaching of Esperanto.

But this particular alias, the name by which Adam was henceforth

known in the Esperanto world, was more than a pseudonym. It was,

in Borsboom�s words, �a metamorphosis� 5 by which he passed from

one life to another. In 1921, he issued a press release noting the

suicide of his �predecessor� Eugène Adam, and duly printed a death

notice in the next issue of the Sennacieca Revuo. Teo Jung, the editor

of Esperanto Triumfonta, realized the hoax, but Edmond Privat, editor

of the UEA�s monthly Revuo Esperanto, composed a somber obituary:

E. Adam, editor of Sennacieca Revuo, killed himself in

October 1921. He wrote thus in his will: �Be silent about

my death. If I have friends, they should be not be funereal,

but on the contrary, joyful.� � In spite of the desire of the

deceased, we can�t be silent about his disappearance and

we must remember that he was an experienced, large-

thinking, and progressive Esperantist with real ideas. He

energetically led the interesting Sennacieca Revuo, now

edited by E. Lant[i]. 6

A new name for Adam, a new name for the journal, and a new

name for the lingvo internacia: lingvo sennacieca�the nationless

language.

* * *

In 1922 Lanti�as the name was commonly spelled�traveled to the

Soviet Union to see the workers� revolution firsthand. He went in

search of a laboratory for putting Esperanto to work for worldwide,

classless anationalism. What he found on the streets, as he reported

in �Tri Semajnoj en Rusio� (Three Weeks in Russia), were potholes,

beggars, prostitutes, and peddlers; in the halls of government, a

warren of corrupt, heavily guarded bureaucrats, hopelessly

disorganized and overworked. He assailed Lenin�s New Economic

Policy of 1921, which permitted a modicum of capitalist enterprise,

as an egregious compromise of socialist principles: �Politically, the

Proletariat won; but economically, the victory still seems far

away. �7 Most samideanoj received him warmly, especially the

intellectuals who edited La Nova Epoko (The New Era), none of

whom was a party member.

Language was a crucial reason for the visit. Lanti knew that the

Comintern was debating the role language might play in unifying

the Soviet Union�s diverse ethnicities and educating its largely

agrarian society. A year earlier, at the Tenth Congress, Lenin had

rejected a proposed Russification program, an act that appeared to

open the door, even a crack, to an auxiliary language. But as Lanti

learned in Moscow, the commission set up in 1919 to study the

matter had already been liquidated. In future, language matters

would be under direct control of the Comintern. In Lanti�s view, this

failure put Esperanto into eclipse, a condition exacerbated by the

cowardice of Esperantists who were party members. After a visit to

the Moscow Esperanto Club, Lanti wrote:

I have the impression that the Esperantist communists are

almost embarrassed by their Esperantism. Since the leaders

of the Comintern are not interested in the thing, it seems

that our samideanoj are afraid of compromising themselves

by propagandizing in communist circles. Severe communist

discipline, for many, suffocates the enthusiasm and fervor

for Esperanto. 8

Sennacieca Revuo, �Three Weeks in Russia,� 1922

And in Lanti�s eyes, the one Esperantist with the fervor and

influence to convince the Comintern to endorse Esperanto was too

preoccupied with his own prestige to be counted on.

Ernest Drezen was a young Latvian-born engineer from a family

of means. After serving in the Red Army, he attained a post in the

Comintern as the right-hand man of Mikhail Kalinin, the president

of the All-Russian Central Executive Committee, and officially the

head of state. Recently, Drezen had become president of the newly

formed Soviet Esperanto Union (SEU). In a striking photograph

Lanti included in his articles, Drezen appears in his Red Army

uniform, his aristocratic features and broad forehead topped by

thinning hair. His face is swiveled toward the camera, half in

shadow; his gaze is intense; his lips are pursed, as though he is

choosing his words carefully.

Lanti and Drezen were Esperanto�s Hitler and Stalin; its Rabin

and Arafat. Our sole source for their meeting was Lanti, who

lambasted the phalanxes of guards and paper-pushers barring access

to Drezen�s lair in the Kremlin. Finally reached after hours of effort,

Drezen told his French visitor to come back later. At five p.m., after

scant minutes of conversation, Drezen phoned for a car to whisk

them off to his house, where his wife (a non-Esperantist) had

prepared a lavish dinner. Once home, Drezen showed off his

Esperanto library, trying to impress Lanti with his love of �nia afero�

(our affair), but Lanti�s �affair� was the recently inaugurated SAT,

and he and Drezen most definitely did not share the same view.

�[Drezen] doesn�t want to collaborate with anarchists and social

democrats,� wrote Lanti. �But, strangely, he is president of the

Soviet Esperanto Union, in which are not only anarchists but

bourgeois of a certain type. This contradiction, thus far, I haven�t

been able to clarify.� 9

Ernest Drezen, President of the Soviet Esperanto Union (SEU)

After three weeks of visits to party bureaucrats, cultural

commissars, electrical stations, cooperative farms, and Esperantist

intellectuals, as well as after-hours wandering in the streets of

Moscow and Leningrad, Lanti lamented �the ruin of my beliefs.� In

his bitter �Post-voyage Reflections,� he reviled the Soviets for

compromising their communist principles by endorsing capitalist

stimuli for industry and agriculture. He was still, he asserted, a

communist, and he confirmed his support of the Third International.

But, he asked, �must a communist close his eyes when he sees

something bad or ugly? Is communism a new religion [in which] �

no one can discuss anything, unwilling to risk being considered as a

heretic? �10 He would never shed the name �Lanti,� but in 1924

began to write under yet another pseudonym: �Sennaciulo��the

anationalist.

* * *

Lanti underestimated the rigor, tenacity, and stealth with which

Drezen would strive, for nearly twenty years, to convince the

Comintern that Esperanto was indispensable to the success of the

Soviet empire.

Drezen was as much of a contrarian as Lanti himself. For years,

he fought the intellectuals who, in line with Marxist thinker Antonio

Gramsci, dismissed Esperanto�or any other planned language�as

�rigidified and mechanized. �11 Not until the late 1920s did the

Comintern endorse the materialist, class-based linguistic theory of V.

Y. Marr who, though not an Esperantist himself, claimed that

Esperanto might indeed play a role in a world-language revolution.

Drezen published a monograph theorizing the role of Esperanto in

the victory of world socialism with an introduction by Marr, whose

views were endorsed by Stalin in 1930 at the Sixteenth Congress of

the Communist Party. 12

Meanwhile, to settle scores with Lanti and prove his mettle to the

Comintern, Drezen pummeled SAT, claiming that its �anarchists

[and] social democrats are more dangerous enemies for the

revolutionary movement than the openly bourgeois.� 13 After La Nova

Epoko printed a satirical piece about him, Drezen had the journal

suspended. Rumors, probably with some degree of truth, began to

rumble: Drezen had had a hand in the disappearance of a Nova

Epoko editor; Drezen had betrayed a fellow Esperantist who had

protested Soviet persecution in the Ukraine. Within months, eighty

anarchists, among them several leading Soviet Esperantists, had

been killed in purges in Moscow and Leningrad.

Even as he was failing to Sovietize SAT, Drezen advocated the use

of Esperanto to Sovietize European workers. In 1924 he saw his

moment, when the Comintern set up a system of worker-

correspondents to propagandize to socialists and syndicalists in

Western Europe. Drezen enlisted Soviet Esperantists to participate,

hoping not only to propound Stalinism, but also to expand the use of

Esperanto among Soviet workers. 14 The SEU organized Esperanto

correspondence campaigns in several cities and translated Esperanto

letters from other countries into Russian. According to Lins, in the

early days of the campaign, about two thousand Esperanto letters

per month were sent from the cities of Minsk and Smolensk alone. 15

Meanwhile, an Esperanto group in Belarus sent more than four

thousand letters to workers on five continents and received even

more. In 1926, the official Soviet newspaper Izvestia declared the

Esperantists� correspondence program a model for the whole Soviet

Union, and the Komsomol (the Communist Party�s youth wing)

published a brochure entreating youthful comrades to learn

Esperanto. Textbook sales soared, and Esperanto classes were held

in factories and offices. The more successful the Esperanto

correspondence project became, the more Drezen was emboldened

to pressure Lanti�s SAT to fall into line with the SEU.

But the very success of the project alarmed Drezen�s Comintern

superiors, who worried that propaganda composed by so many

hands�Esperantists, no less, whose loyalty was always suspect�

was not reliable. They demanded that Drezen take tighter control of

the campaign. In 1927, he instructed correspondents to confine

themselves to talking points for Sovietizing�read: Stalinizing�

Western European organizations. But by this time, Lanti in Paris had

published an anonymous Soviet letter describing unemployment,

homelessness, housing crises in cities, and ignorance in the

countryside. 16 Drezen�s drastic response was to monitor al

Esperanto correspondence, screening all incoming and outgoing

letters and translating them into Russian to allay the Comintern�s

suspicion.

After 1927, when Stalin officially turned his back on international

communism, advancing nationalistic �socialism in one country,�

Lanti would never again pay dues to the Communist Party. To

Soviets, he was a �heretic�; to Soviet-backed communists within the

SAT, a �neutralist��an ironic slur for the author of For la

Neutralismon. Once Drezen accused Lanti of �sins and crimes �

against the revolutionary tradition,� 17 schism within SAT was

inevitable, though the endgame took three years of internecine

plotting, extortion, and threats to play out. Finally, in 1931, when

the SEU denounced SAT as �counterrevolutionary,� the rupture was

official. But the boycott of SAT did not keep European Stalinists

from the 1931 SAT Congress in Amsterdam. They went to heckle

Lanti, whose concluding remarks were disrupted by cries of

�charlatan,� �fascist,� �liar,� �bourgeois,� �Spinozist,� �schismatic,�

and �cheater.� 18 For a man who had stood up to the will of Stalin, it

was all in a day�s work.

* * *

In 1934, Lanti took a page from Zamenhof�s book, resigning the

presidency of SAT to become, as he put it, one of the ordinary

�SATanoj.� Having done so, Lanti had more pressing business than

lamenting �the ruin of [his] hopes.� With seventeen years of

journalism behind him, he began to publish books and collections of

essays. He was no philosopher; he abhorred theory as a tool of

absolutists. His articles about language and anationalism rumble like

city buses in plain, fluid prose, stopping short, from time to time, to

admit a metaphor. In a controversy over the introduction of

neologisms by Esperanto poets, Lanti argued that neologisms were

essential to the growth of the language. And somehow he found time

to translate Voltaire�s Candide; Lanti�s remains the standard

Esperanto version. In 1930 he published the first comprehensive

dictionary entirely in Esperanto, in an unlikely partnership with the

UEA; it has been in print (in revised editions) ever since.

The same year he resigned the presidency of SAT, Lanti was

married for the second time, this time to the woman who had

already shared his life in Paris for eight years. Nellie Limouzin, nine

years Lanti�s senior, taught school in her native Burma before

moving to England shortly after 1900. 19 While she and her sister Ida

were both suffragettes and Fabians, Limouzin found her way to

Esperanto and began to write for Lanti�s Sennaciulo magazine over

the signature �EKL.� She met Lanti in 1923, and in 1925 invited

herself to join him in Paris for, in Borsboom�s words, �a shared life

of two friends with equal rights, with full liberty to break relations

when it convened, or when the feeling of friendship evaporated. �20

Their bond remained unbroken�that is, until they married.

Our clearest picture of the Lanti-Limouzin m�nage comes from

Nellie�s nephew, George Orwell. During the period memorialized in

Down and Out in Paris and London, Orwell was a frequent visitor to

their apartment; another Esperantist family had hosted him while he

searched for digs. 21 According to his biographer Gordon Bowker,

Orwell was close to Lanti while the latter was wrestling with the

SEU for control of SAT, and the young writer clearly would have

been aware of Zamenhof�s trials as well. As Orwell wrote in 1946,

�For sheer dirtiness of fighting the feuds between the inventors of

various of the international languages would take some beating. �22

Lanti�s defiance of Stalinism led, in Bowker�s view, to �spirited

debate � that probably helped define more clearly the kind of

socialist [Orwell] would become.� 23 Shortly before he died, Orwell

wrote, �I have never fundamentally altered my attitude towards the

Soviet regime since I first began to pay attention to it some time in

the nineteen-twenties,� a statement Bowker reads as an homage to

Lanti. 24 And Lanti may well have been the first pseudonymous

writer Orwell ever met.

During the mid-thirties, Lanti retired his pseudonym �Sennaciulo�

and took on a new one: �Herezulo� (The Heretic). It was what

Drezen had called him, and he took on the sobriquet partly as a

provocation. But it was also the name Lanti had used for his hero,

Rabelais, whose clerical and political satire, he wrote in 1929, made

him �more current than many of this century. �25 This time, Lanti

didn�t announce the death of his earlier incarnation; he didn�t need

to. For those committed to anationalism, something was dying all

over Europe, as Hitler glided to power on wheels greased by anti-

Semites, xenophobes, thugs, and arsonists.

The ordeals of the past decade had aged Lanti; at fifty-five, he

looked about seventy-five. For years, disillusionment had been his

daily bread. His face was pinched and lined, his dark eyes hooded,

and his boar-bristle beard, now white, seemed thinner. He looked

more like an impressionist painter than a crusader for an impossible

cause. In what turned out to be a farewell speech, he told the

Netherlands Esperanto Workers Union that they should make no

mistake: Stalin was as much a dictator as Hitler and Mussolini. The

USSR was invested in patriotism, not world revolution; and the

Comintern elite were busy vacationing at French spas, ignoring the

vast discrepancies in workers� salaries. 26 To his Stalinist challengers,

he was relentless:

You still think that in the USSR the workers and the

peasants rule. This rule is symbolized by the ubiquitous

hammer and sickle. For believers, this symbol is

indubitable proof of the existence of the reign of the

workers and peasants.�

It is truly marvelous and worthy of tears, the realization

that generally people are easily deceived and mystified by

words, symbols and slogans. 27

Lanti had given his best years to using language to transform the

world, worker by worker, mind by mind, but now he had come to

the same conclusion his nephew would reach, one war and millions

of deaths later:

Statements like Marshal P�tain was a true patriot [wrote

Orwell], The Soviet press is the freest in the world, The

Catholic Church is opposed to persecution, are almost always

made with intent to deceive. Other words used in variable

meanings, in most cases more or less dishonestly, are:

class, totalitarian, science, progressive, reactionary, bourgeois,

equality.� Political language�and with variations this is

true of all political parties, from Conservatives to

Anarchists�is designed to make lies sound truthful and

murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity

to pure wind. 28

By 1935, there was little to hold Lanti in place: not SAT, whose

congresses he no longer attended; not the new journal that he had

named with his pseudonym, �Herezulo�; not even the long-suffering

Limouzin, of whom he unkindly remarked, �She could drown in a

glass of water.� 29 Offered an early retirement from his post teaching

technical drawing, he grabbed it, on the assurance that he could

receive his pension abroad. Before leaving he saw to it that, in the

event of his death, Limouzin would inherit his meager estate.

�Even in revolutionary circles,� he had told the Dutch workers�

group, �one finds very few people who could sincerely declare: to

lose my nationality doesn�t bother me; on the contrary, I yearn to

lose it and consciously strive to acquire the mind of a world-

citizen.� 30 He was describing himself, and on June 11, two days

after the wedding of Eric Blair and Eileen O�Shaughnessy (which he

skipped, along with his own going-away party), he left France

forever. After a brief stay in Spain and Portugal, he set sail for a

new destination: Japan.

2. �Language of Ne�er-do-wells and Communists�

From the Ido schism emerged the myth of an Esperanto movement

�purified� of soulless language fanatics. Similarly, the SAT schism

spawned its own mythology: that Lanti had gone beyond the pale,

replacing the interna ideo with class warfare. On this telling, what

Lanti called anationalism was simply a version of international

socialism, and Lanti was far less independent of the Soviets than he

led people to believe. The truth, of course, was more complicated. In

fact, SAT revitalized Esperanto for the postwar era. When the

Bolsheviks overthrew the reign of the czars in 1917, the

international left was galvanized, and as we see from SAT�s swelling

membership rolls in the 1920s, many leftists found Esperanto

consonant with their international aspirations.

The schism, in part, was a reaction against the increasing

prominence of national units in the governance of the Esperanto

world. By the end of World War I, Hodler had seen his

supranationalist vision for the UEA fall on the battlefields, along

with several of the movement�s future leaders. Because of SAT�s

prestige and the UEA�s weakness, the schism had a powerful impact

on the perception of Esperanto in the wider world. Perhaps the chief

legacy of the SAT schism was to identify Esperanto, for the world at

large, with socialism; sometimes, with the cause of world revolution.

The immediate result was to blight Esperanto�s prospects in the

nascent League of Nations.

When Hodler learned of the plan for a League of Nations, he

warned Esperantists to keep their expectations in check. Hodler

knew that the motivation to form a league was not to develop a

coordinated, international government, but rather to protect

national interests and the right of self-determination. And the

emergence of the league was all carefully orchestrated by three

world powers�the British, Americans, and French�to reduce the

stature of both Germany and the USSR on the world stage. The

proposed league, Hodler predicted, would be a �heavy organism,�

dominated by anglophones and francophones. Even if language

policy became a matter for deliberation, Esperanto would have to

prove its practical use to a commission that would be politically

biased. 31 Hodler, who died of tuberculosis in 1920 at the age of

thirty-two, did not live to see his apprehensions realized, but his

skepticism was well founded.

In the eyes of Inazo Nitobe, the Japanese undersecretary of the

League of Nations, Esperanto was a promising prospect �for meeting

the demands of science and commerce and the still higher needs of

an instrument for international understanding.� But when he visited

the 1921 Universal Congress in Prague, his attention was absorbed

by the emergence of SAT: �The poor and humble make of Esperanto

a lingua franca for their exchange of views,� he wrote, declaring

Esperanto a language for �the masses.� 32 That Esperanto appeared

to be a language for �the masses� doomed its claim to be a fourth

working language (besides English, French, and Spanish) for the

elite delegates of the League of Nations.

From the start, the League confined its interest in Esperanto to a

debate about Esperanto instruction in the schools of member

nations. A proposal to study the matter was signed by thirteen

countries, including China, Japan, and India. 33 According to the

historian Carolyn Biltoft, the secretariat convened an �International

Conference on the Teaching of Esperanto in Schools,� following it

up with a survey about current Esperanto activities. Respondents

reported Esperantist activity in Albania, Bulgaria, Japan, China,

and Germany; in Brazil and Russia, commissions were studying the

matter. Even in British-dominated India, a nascent Esperanto

movement propounded internationalism as India�s path to

modernity. And from Persia came a blank survey with a ministerial

pronouncement at the bottom: �As soon as all the member states of

the League admit the teaching of Esperanto in their countries, the

Persian government will follow also their example. �34

But in the ensuing 1922 debate, Raul de Rio Branco of Brazil

denounced Esperanto to the League of Nations as a language of

�ne�er-do-wells and communists.� 35 He then published a paranoid

anti-Esperanto pamphlet, warning that �in the hands of that

subversive party and its subaltern clients, a universal language

would eventually be the language of an anti-national army. �36 In

France, the same year, L�on B�rard, the minister of public

education, issued a circular expressly prohibiting Esperanto

instruction because it would destroy �the Latin spirit and French

genius in particular�; the minister even forbade the use of school

facilities for any Esperantist activity. 37 Neither brokered

compromises nor amendments could compel the League�s Third

Assembly to endorse Esperanto instruction; instead, the assembly

transferred the question of Esperanto to the International

Committee on Intellectual Cooperation (ICIC), 38 the earliest

incarnation of UNESCO. There, President Henri Bergson was under

strict instructions from B�rard to �drown� Esperanto, 39 which he did,

filing a report so ridden with misapprehensions that it verged on

libel. (Bergson, a French Jewish philosopher who had declined to

support Dreyfus publicly, may well have been among those seeking

to distance themselves from the Judaic aura of Esperanto.) In August

1923, in the penumbra of Bergson�s report, the ICIC announced to

the assembly that it was �incompetent� to decide on the matter of an

international artificial language.

For a time, two proponents of Esperanto well placed within the

League struggled on. One was the delegate from the dominion of

South Africa, Lord Robert Cecil, author of the failed 1922 resolution

on education; the other, the wily, irresistible Edmond Privat,

Hodler�s friend and collaborator, who at eighteen had wangled an

audience with President Theodore Roosevelt and later became an

intimate of Gandhi�s. 40 To promote Esperanto, Privat had exchanged

his translator�s post for an unpaid position within the Persian

delegation. 41 Perhaps this is why the last significant act of the

League regarding Esperanto was a Persian initiative: Esperanto, a

tongue that tens of thousands of people spoke fluently, was

upgraded from �code� to �clear language� in telegraphy. Those who

yearned to hear the nations address one another in Esperanto would

have to be content with saving a few coins on the tariffs on

telegrams.

* * *

After three calamities�the SAT schism, Esperanto�s failure to gain a

purchase in the League of Nations, and the death of founder Hector

Hodler�the UEA was in a precarious position. The Paris-based

Central Office, which was in thrall to powerful national

organizations, pressed the Geneva-based UEA to accept an

integrated, international structure. At the Universal Congress of

1922, to avoid a second schism, the UEA accepted the Helsinki

Compromise, an uneasy balance of power between national

organizations and the loose alliance of individuals in the UEA. On

the one hand, the compromise was too weak to stave off nationalist

interests permanently; on the other, it brought a modicum of

stability for the next decade, which fostered Esperantic activity in

the fields of commerce, science, education, and culture.

The 1920s saw the emergence of several conferences designed to

promote Esperanto among the elites of various professions. In 1925,

a conference to promote Esperanto in science and technology took

place in Paris; participants, mostly non-Esperantists, came from

thirty-three countries, with ten governments sending official

emissaries. 42 Coinciding with this conference was another to

promote the use of Esperanto in commerce. The conveners set out to

adapt for commerce mini-dictionaries invented in 1905 by a German

chemist named Herbert F. H�veler. Within a year of their

appearance, H�veler�s �keys,� as he called them, became wildly

popular: a British major general named George Cox reported in

1906 that they had already been published in eight European

languages, with �Chinese and Japanese editions � in preparation.�

Soon they would be available in eighteen languages. Cox described

the key as �a tiny book, costing 1/2d � weighing 1/5 of an

ounce � containing a vocabulary of over 2500 roots, with

explanations of the suffixes, formation of words, etc etc. gives you

the language in a nutshell� 43�quite a contrast to Cox�s own 416-

page grammar of Esperanto. 44

Esperanto in schools, even after the defeat of the League of

Nations resolution, remained a focus of UEA activism. A 1927

multilingual conference called �Peace Through the School� convened

nearly five hundred, of whom three in four had some competence

speaking Esperanto. 45 Meanwhile, the UEA also capitalized on the

presence of scholars among its rank and file, sponsoring an

�Esperanto Summer University� at each Universal Congress. In

addition to erudite lectures on �Esperantology,� one could hear

university faculty lecture on psychoanalysis, �long distance cables,

magnetism, standardization of monetary systems, and Spanish

folklore.� 46 The tradition persists to this day, though the Summer

University became the International Congress University in July

1987, when it took place during a Brazilian winter.

With every expansion of Esperanto�s reach into these and other

fields, the �language of ne�er-do-wells and communists� leaped

forward with the accretion of new, specialized glossaries. Whereas

the period before World War I saw a variety of idealist and religious

groups embrace Esperanto, the 1920s saw the emergence of affinity

groups based on a common profession or hobby. An article from

1928 lists �aviators, bankers, blind people, boy scouts, Catholics,

doctors, engineers, Freemasons, free-thinkers, lawyers, pacifists,

philatelists, policemen, postal servants, railwaymen, stenographers,

scientists, teachers, vegetarians, etc.��47 For each constituency, the

pattern was to hold an inaugural meeting at a congress, then launch

a journal such as the Internacia Pedagogia Revuo (International

Pedagogical Review), which brought the number of Esperanto

magazines to �nearly 100.� 48

The language was also enhanced by poets, who coined new words

to replace cumbersome compound words that were unsuited to

metered verse. Zamenhof had made a distinction between new

words that were coined to expand the range of Esperanto, and

neologisms which went head-to-head with sanctioned words already

in use. Zamenhof�s attitude toward neologisms (and he contributed

some himself) was rather lenient: the community would eventually

decide the matter by using or not using them, and time would tell.

But after Zamenhof�s death in 1917, neologisms became a polarizing

issue. Lanti endorsed them, but their opponents maintained that

they threatened the integrity of the language; why retire words that

had only recently been minted for circulation? And all for the sake

of making Esperanto poetry sound more like French and Italian

verse? Indeed, most neologisms were drawn from romance

languages. Because the negating prefix mal- was a particular bane of

poets, about seventy-five mal- words (by the count of

Esperantologist David K. Jordan), have at various times been

supplanted by sleeker romance alternatives. Mal onga (brief), for

example, was sometimes replaced by breva; malĝoja (sad), by trista.

But as Zamenhof had predicted, time did tell. Most mal- words

remained in use alongside their neological rivals; as Jordan notes,

many neologisms, if they survived at all, would in time take on a

more narrow semantic reference than the words they challenged. 49

One of the great champions of neologisms was the Hungarian

poet K�lm�n Kalocsay. While a few notable poets emerged in

Esperanto�s early years, Kalocsay presided, in Budapest, over the

first literary �school� of original Esperanto writers; others would

emerge in Spain, Italy, Scotland, and elsewhere. Chief of medicine

at the Budapest Hospital for Infectious Diseases, Kalocsay published

in 1921 his accomplished debut volume of poems, Mondo kaj Koro

(World and Heart). Into exquisite poems written in traditional

forms, Kalocsay wove seductive, off-kilter metaphors and coined

neologisms that would permanently enrich the language. Just as

Zamenhof�s publications had found a patron in the wealthy Wilhelm

Trompeter, Kalocsay was bankrolled by Esperantist Teodor

Schwartz, also known as Tivadar Soros. (His son, a young

Esperantist named George Soros, would use the occasion of the 1947

Universal Congress in Bern to defect to the UK. 50) Kalocsay�s

journal, Literatura Mondo, printed on huge, creamy pages with lavish

art nouveau woodcuts in seafoam and crimson, also became the

venue for his translations of Hungarian poets, as well as

�Baudelaire, Dante, Goethe, Heine, Pushkin, Shakespeare and Keats,

among others.� 51

Kalocsay�s coeditor on Literatura Mondo was the versatile Julio

(Gyula) Baghy, actor, dramatist, poet, and feuilletonist. The same

year Literatura Mondo was founded, Baghy debuted with Preter la Vivo

(Beyond Life), a wrenching volume of poems about his ordeal as a

prisoner of war in Siberia. Baghy�s 1927 Dancu, Marionetoj (Dance,

Marionettes) was one of several popular collections of stories,

sketches, and satires. Kalocsay was a poet�s poet, but Baghy was, in

Auld�s phrase, �the people�s poet�; it was Baghy who always sold

more books. Kalocsay and Baghy collaborated not only on Literatura

Mondo, but also on the Hungara Antologio, one of the many national

anthologies of poetry translated into Esperanto. Taken together,

these books are Exhibit A to defend Esperanto when it�s charged

with dissolving national cultures.

During the 1920s, with the institutional future of Esperanto in

limbo, Esperanto became a go-to metaphor for cultural boundary

crossings of many kinds: among them, radio broadcasting, cinema,

and museums for working-class audiences. In 1924, Esperanto was

propelled into the world of broadcasting�the �empire of the air��

delivering cultural capital to eyes and ears around the world. That

year, a Geneva conference attended by delegates from nearly forty

radio companies and societies unanimously passed a resolution

supporting �an Esperanto��but not Esperanto per se. 52 Soon radio

would be known as the �Esperanto of the Ear,� and cinema the

�Esperanto of the Eye.� What we now call �the media� were still

called miracles in the 1920s; in the words of the American novelist

Edward S. Van Zile:

The disappearance of the last frontier, the solving of

Earth�s ancient mysteries, the coming of the wireless and

of the Esperanto of the Tongue and of the Eye, seem to

presage some new revelation to the soul of man that shall

remove forever from the entrance to the garden of eden,

that angel with the flaming sword. 53

In the case of cinema, for a few pennies virtually anyone�in Van

Zile�s words, �illiterates and even morons� 54�could have access to

content that was unconstrained and unmanaged. In the United

States, fear that federal authorities would censor the �Esperanto of

the Eye� provoked the film industry to begin to self-police, issuing

guidelines that came to be known as the Hays Code.

�A new Esperanto� is what the Viennese social theorist Otto

Neurath called his Isotypes, a visual language he developed for his

�Museum of Society and Economy,� which was open at night for the

education of workers. �The problem of an international language,�

Neurath recalled in a memoir, �attracted me fairly early. Volap�k

had come and gone; Esperanto reigned uneasily in its place. �55

Collaborating with the artist Gerd Arnzt and the designer Marie

Reidemeister (whom he later married), Neurath created an

immutable, self-evident symbol�a faceless, monochrome pants-

wearing human�that would be accessible across classes and

cultures. Isotypes, Neurath wrote, were �as neutral as maps��a

dubious proposition, since as Phil Patton has shown, Isotypes were

not free of stereotypes: in one chart, racial types were indicated by

turbans, derbies, and �coolie� hats, as well as by various �skin�

colors. 56 Nonetheless, two-dimensional and cheaply reproduced,

Isotypes had legs. Today, they�re the abstract silhouettes that tell us

whether we�re pushing open the door of a men�s room, a ladies�

room or, with a new symbol combining male and female silhouettes,

an �all-gender� bathroom. But in 1933, when Neurath presented his

Isotypes to the Russell Sage Foundation in New York, they were still

a novelty. According to a bemused New York Times reporter,

Neurath�s �Picture Esperanto� was �understandable to all peoples�;

but �two interpreters and a prompter� were required �to translate

from Dr. Neurath�s German into English.� 57

3. Amerika Esperantisto

Had Neurath addressed the New Yorkers in Esperanto, it would

hardly have helped.

The history of American indifference to Esperanto is rooted in an

American paradox, articulated best by the historian Jill Lepore:

�American nationalism has universalist origins.� A supreme deity

had blessed the new republic, and rights were conveyed by nature,

rather than ceded by governments. Thus, to be American, in the

early days of the Republic, was to be a universalist�in theory, at

least, leaving nativism, racism, and intolerance aside. However, as

Lepore has argued, the universalist impulse to cross cultures was

eclipsed by the more pressing need to distinguish the young republic

from Great Britain. Even though one in every four Americans spoke

English as a second language, the burning question of the day was

how to distinguish American from British English. 58 Crosscultural

universalism became the domain of evangelicals, of phoneticists

such as Alexander Melville Bell, and by the 1860s, of the creators of

the telegraph and telephone (invented by Bell�s son, Alexander

Graham Bell).

By the early twentieth century, after waves of emigration from

Ireland, Italy, Germany, and the Pale of Settlement, the United

States was home to three million non-English-speaking immigrants59

who had to fend for themselves when it came to learning English,

mostly in night schools. Thus, while Esperanto was exploited in the

Soviet Union for its centrifugal, international reach, in the United

States, a few intrepid individuals seized upon its centripetal

potential to unify a multiethnic, multilingual populace. Race, too,

played a role in the history of Esperanto in the United States where

it was used to offer Afro-Americans a new identity as world citizens.

And while Esperanto was used to promote social ideals about

ethnicity and race, as well as to reject isolationism, American

Esperanto groups tended toward pragmatism, strategically

presenting the language as a practical boon to travel and commerce.

The history of Esperanto in the United States starts with an

eccentric, immigrant adventurer with a gift for languages. Richard

Geoghegan was a young Irish linguist studying Chinese at Oxford

when he struck up a correspondence with Zamenhof, who asked him

to translate the Unua Libro into English. Geoghegan�s Dr. Esperanto�s

International Language, Introduction & Complete Grammar (1889)

immediately became the standard English version. Two years later

Geoghegan, his widowed mother, and several siblings emigrated to

the state of Washington, where he supported himself as a

stenographer, learned Japanese, and wrote papers on linguistics in

his spare time. In 1903, 60 Geoghegan took up a post as a court

stenographer in Fairbanks, Alaska, where he secretly married a

Martiniquais woman and eventually wrote a classic dictionary and

grammar of the Aleutian language. 61 To recognize his dedication

and linguistic accomplishments, Geoghegan was elected, in absentia,

to the precursor of the Academy of Esperanto in 1905. That year, the

first American Esperanto club met in Boston, and within three years,

there were sixty-six Esperanto clubs in the United States. 62 In 1908,

the Esperanto-Asocio de Norda Ameriko (EANA, or North American

Esperanto Association) was founded and the first American

Esperanto congress took place at Chautauqua, New York, a mecca

for progressives in the fields of culture, religion, and philosophy.

Early debates about Esperanto in the United States address the

practicality, feasibility, and ideology of the language in a distinctly

American framework:

�So the horse is a [organic] growth; yet man makes the

iron horse, and this marvelous creature of strength, speed,

and endurance goes from New York City to Chicago in

twenty hours.� It is preposterous for an age that can talk

through a thousand miles of wire to say that it cannot

speak any language that has never been used for centuries

by savages and barbarians. 63

Esperantists testified that the lingvo internacia was an irresistible and

inevitable form of progress, well suited to promote U.S. commerce:

[I]n this age of commercialism � there is certainly not the

�natural charm� to coin that there is to wheat or corn,

meat or vegetables, wool or silk, products of the earth

beautiful in their growth, but the members of the family of

nations need one basis of exchange.� This place

Esperanto will fill in the meeting of the nations in

business, science, literature.�64

On the con side were two distinct voices. One was an elite,

Europhilic voice that lampooned Esperanto�s naivet� about

international relations. Its tireless spokesman was William L. Alden,

the London correspondent to the New York Times, who in 1903

declared Esperanto to be �a sort of Italian gone wrong in company

with some Slavonic tongue.� 65 When the Touring Club of France

endorsed Esperanto, Alden acidly remarked that �it is an extremely

patriotic club, as it proved when it expelled Zola because he asked

for justice for Dreyfus.� 66 A year later, he conceded that �Esperanto

is rapidly becoming a fashion.� [I]t is spoken by hundreds of

thousands, and there is actually growing up what the Esperantists

call an Esperanto literature.� But lest Esperanto make a claim to

high culture, he added:

The advocates of Esperanto seem especially anxious that it

should be spoken by all persons who ride bicycles or rush

about the country in motor cars. Their idea probably is

that when the cyclist or the motor car driver runs down

somebody and is charged with the offense he can pretend

to speak nothing but Esperanto, and by that trick may tire

out the constable who questions him. 67

Only Alden�s death in 1908 stemmed the tide of ridicule. That year, a

similar position was voiced by Ark�d Mogyor�ssy, a Hungarian

immigrant who wrote under the Latinized name �Arcadius

Avellanus.� Esperanto was as useless, he wrote, as �the respective

idioms now spoken in Italy, France, Spain, and other countries;�

those idioms,� he lamented, �are nothing else than as many

�esperantos.�� 68 No wonder Mogyor�ssy was exercised; he had

already translated Treasure Island into �Living Latin,� his own

candidate for a universal language.

The other opposing voice regarded Esperanto as inimical to

American capitalism. In August 1907, a New York Times article

observed the coincidence of the closing ceremonies of the

International Socialist Congress in Stuttgart and of the UEA

Congress in Cambridge, England. Trading on the myth that

Esperanto sought �to obliterate the literature of the world and the

beauties of national speech,� the writer propounded a linguistic

Darwinism: �The political institutions which experience will prove

the most worthy � will survive.� It is the same with languages. In

neither category is there room for an artificial social system or a

language that lacks a history.� 69

Esperanto seemed poised for such a Darwinian selection in 1906,

when it came before the Delegation for the Adoption of an

International Auxiliary Language in Paris. That December, George

Brinton McClellan Harvey, the editor of the widely read North

American Review, launched a serialized teach-yourself Esperanto

textbook. Harvey, an Esperanto enthusiast, solicited a contribution

from Zamenhof himself, who assured American readers that

�Esperanto is, and always will remain, the language of freedom,

neutrality and international justice. �70 In the throes of yet another

revision of Homaranismo, Zamenhof vowed that:

the actual golden light of Justice and Brotherhood among

the nations will come not out of chauvinistic Europe,

where almost every spot of land bears the name of some

tribe; where, naturally, each of those sections are guarded

as the exclusive property of its particular tribe, and those

not of that tribe born within that territory are regarded as

strangers. No, that light must come out of great, free,

democratic America. 71

Zamenhof�s Esperanto name for the United States was Usono, a word

derived from Usona or Usonia, two contemporary coinages designed

to distinguish U.S. citizens from those of other North and South

American countries. 72 But writing in the penumbra of pan-

Americanism, Zamenhof used the word �America� to mean �the

countries of America.� 73

Absolute equality�which has become a kind of

Americanized goddess�and voluntary federation of all

countries on the American continent�the hope of many of

the best men in the Western Hemisphere�will be

completely attainable only when a neutral language will

come into use for general communication. 74

* * *

While the Paris delegation was thrashing out the relative merits of

Esperanto and Ido, the Times reported �trouble in the rank of the

local Esperantians. �75 The defection of the New York Esperanto

Society�s leadership to �Elo,� as it was erroneously called (a month

later, the paper would call it �Ilo�), garnered a four-tier headline in

the Times:

Give Up Esperanto, Will Now Speak Elo [sic]

Members of New York Society Decide That Esperanto

Is an Impossible Language

Say It Is Full of Defects

They Vote to Take Up Elo in Its Place�Col. Harvey

Defends the One They Abandon

Ido partisan Andrew Kangas wrote a lengthy letter to the New

York Times charging that Esperanto lay in the clutches of a

�pontifical orthodoxy�; Ido, he argued, deserved the embrace of

freedom-loving Americans. Even the president of the New York

Esperanto Society, Max Talmey, resigned to embrace Ido, which he

called �a more melodious and a modulated Esperanto.� Like so many

Idists, Talmey soon became disenchanted, and by 1924 had

developed Arulo (Auxiliary Rational Universal Language) which,

renamed Gloro (Gloto Racionoza, rational language), he presented in

1937 to the �Jewish Club� in New York City. In his bid for publicity,

Talmey had one distinct advantage: as a medical student in Munich,

he had befriended ten-year-old Albert Einstein, lending him

recondite texts in mathematics and physics. Reunited with Einstein

in the United States in 1921 after a nineteen-year hiatus, 76 Talmey

popularized Einstein�s theory of relativity and gave interviews about

his now famous mentee. No surprise, then, that at the unveiling of

Gloro, in the words of a reporter from Time, �one of the most

interested auditors was Friend Einstein.� 77

The Ido melodrama in New York turned on charges of a very

American malfeasance: false advertising. To Arthur Brooks Baker,

the founder and editor of Amerika Esperantisto, Ido was snake oil;

Kangas, �with one exception the most rapid talker the writer of this

article has ever heard. �78 Before the Idists surrendered the Esperanto

brand, wrote Baker, �they used it for one last spasm of advertising,

us[ing] the crude method of the dishonest grocer, and offer[ing] the

public something �just like Esperanto,� �as good as Esperanto,�

�simplified Esperanto,� �dessicated Esperanto,� �boneless Esperanto,�

etc.� 79

Marketing Esperanto was Baker�s expertise. He lectured at civic

centers, schools, and public halls, flogging Esperanto at the New

York Electrical Show in Madison Square Garden: �Electricity is the

quickest and most modern force of its kind. Esperanto is the quickest

and most modern language.� 80 No profession was beyond an appeal;

the researcher Ralph Dumain attributes to Baker an article called

�Esperanto for Clayworkers,� published in Brick magazine in 1908:

Have you received in your office letters written in German,

French or Spanish, which you, as a layman, could not

decipher?� If so Esperanto might be a friend in disguise!

� Might not some worker in clay on the Continent, in

Africa, in Japan, be encountering the same difficulties that

you are trying to overcome? 81

In such pitches Baker, who also advocated lower tariffs in his

Insurgency magazine, was tacitly pitting Esperanto against American

isolationism.

Quite another type of sales pitch was used by eighteen-year-old

Edmond Privat during his 1907�1908 American tour: sex appeal.

After he lectured to the women at Normal (later Hunter) College,

�fifty names were given of girls who will take lessons in a class

which [he] will start this week.� The Normal College girls say they

are going to talk nothing but Esperanto among themselves.� 82 The

girls from Washington Irving High School, eager for lessons, had to

get in line. As a concept, rather than a language, Esperanto had

already percolated into popular culture, and once waltzes, tony

brownstones, and schooners had been named for it, Esperanto was

ripe for seedier settings. Bennet C. Silver, a Jewish extortionist who

targeted Jewish victims, signed himself �Esperanto, Chief of the

Black Hand.� And in Kansas City, �a romance which sprang from the

warm and mutual interest in Esperanto, the international

language,� ended in the murder of Frank W. Anderson, the manager

of a department store, by Peggy Marie L. Beal, a Dayton nurse. The

weapon�a revolver; the motive��the eternal triangle.� As if life

imitated art, a sensation novel was found nearby, its cover depicting

�a woman dancer, dagger in hand, standing over the prostrate form

of a man.� Tawdry, familiar tabloid fare, except that the lovers�

�letters contained frequent passages in Esperanto.� 83

4. Vaŝingtono

In 1910 Ludovik and Klara Zamenhof, along with eighty-one other

European Esperantists, 84 boarded the SS George Washington for New

York. It was the Zamenhofs� first trip to the United States, and the

first time the Universal Congress was held in the Western

Hemisphere; most of the 357 conferees were Americans who had

never before been to a congress. A group of �one hundred and

twenty lady Esperantists� from Torquay, England, delegated a

fellow Briton to convey their greeting of one hundred and twenty

kisses, 85 and thirteen governments, as well as the U.S. Department

of War, sent official representatives.

Mobbed at Washington, D.C.�s Union Station by a throng of

Esperantists, Zamenhof spoke to the press through an interpreter:

�New York completely dazzle[d] him.� He says that it is so colossal,

so splendid in what might be termed a semi-barbaric manner, so

vibrant with energy that it literally stunned him. He wishes me to

repeat that he is amazed, startled, astonished and everything else

that expresses the superlative degree of wonderment. �86 American

�semi-barbarity� notwithstanding, Zamenhof stressed that his

mission was to cultivate the seeds of Esperanto in American soil. At

the inaugural session, he delivered a rapturous salute to the �land of

liberty�:

Thou land of which have dreamed and still dream

multitudes of the suffering and oppressed � [l]and of a

people which belongs not to this or that tribe or church,

but to � all her honest sons, I am happy that fate has

permitted me to see you and to breathe at least for a little

while your free and unmonopolized air. 87

The Tenth Universal Congress, Washington, D.C., 1910

Newspapers in Washington, New York, Baltimore, Boston, and

elsewhere were less interested in Zamenhof�s rhetoric than in the

lively ancillary events. They sprinkled their coverage with Esperanto

phrases: ��Kiel Vi Sanas?�/This is How Esperantists, Gathering in

Washington, Greet Each Other�; 88 ��Bonan Vesperon� the Greeting

on All Sides in Washington.� 89 At a Washington-Cleveland baseball

game, �umpires� decisions were given in Esperanto, and books of

baseball rules, printed in the international language, were

distributed.� 90 The linguist and grammarian Ivy Kellerman Reed

furnished the congress with her new translation of As You Like It,

staged to high acclaim. The fluency of the participants, as well as

the ease with which Esperanto could be learned, was cause for

wonder: �Nothing but Esperanto is used by the delegates in

conversation, and four Washington policemen � were taught the

language in a few weeks.� 91

While the Washington gathering did not achieve the full harvest

Zamenhof had hoped, Esperanto did attain a new degree of

respectability. By 1912, a course was offered at Stanford, and an

Esperanto Club boasting twenty members had formed at Cornell. 92

Already in the lists of the debate about Esperanto were two

Princeton professors. Theodore W. Hunt, the first chair of the

department of English, closed the 1908 Modern Language

Association meeting with a statement dismissing Esperanto and

other constructed languages: �Whatever purely commercial or

utilitarian purpose they may subserve, they can never rise to the

plane of language as the expression of thought for the highest ends.

�� 93 Hunt�s opposite number was Esperantist George Macloskie, a

retired Princeton biologist, who chatted amiably to the North

American Review about his samideanoj: �army and navy officers �

London business people � French priests.� Esperanto�s phonics, he

pointed out, were no harder to understand than his own Scottish

brogue. Besides, as the translator of the Gospel of Matthew into

Esperanto, Macloskie could well claim that Esperanto was a far

more flexible language than English: �English has not two words [as

does Esperanto] to denote the difference between the two kinds of

baskets used for the crumbs left after two different occasions of

feeding the multitude. �94

On June 21, 1911, Esperanto entered the halls of the Capitol in

Washington. Veteran Esperantist Richard Bartholdt of Missouri, a

German-born congressman and former editor-in-chief of the St. Louis

Tribune, introduced HR 220, a proposal to study whether Esperanto

might facilitate �the social and commercial intercourse of the people

of the United States and those of other countries.� After the House

passed the resolution, the Esperanto Association of North America

swung into high gear, distributing a million free copies of �A

Glimpse of Esperanto,� which doubled as propaganda leaflet and

brief grammar. 95 But in February 1914, having failed for two years

to �get action,� Bartholdt put forward a radically pared-down

proposal �that Esperanto be taught as a part of the course of study

in the schools of Washington, this being the only jurisdiction we

have in the matter of education.� 96

The hearing on HR 415 took place on Tuesday, March 17, 1914. A

Professor A. Christen, of Columbia, testified about the importance of

Esperanto for Americans. First, �in at least 87 cases out of 100, you

will find [that Esperanto] words connect with one or many English

words.� 97 Second, Esperanto could aid in assimilating the nation�s

immigrants, upwards of 14 percent of the population. 98 Third,

Americans had already registered their enthusiasm in Chautauqua,

Buffalo, New York, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, and Washington;

moreover, elite universities, including Columbia and the University

of Pennsylvania, �have shown their open-mindedness to the extent

of engaging a paid lecture � [and] so has the Department of

Education of the city of New York.�

Brandishing tourist leaflets in Esperanto from Milan, Poitiers,

Innsbruck, and Davos, Christen thrust before the committee a heap

of forty commercial catalogues in Esperanto:

For instance, here is a very elaborate, costly, and

handsome catalogue from the biggest firm of photographic

instrument makers in Germany, and, I believe, in the

world.� Here is a bookseller in Paris issuing a catalogue

entirely in Esperanto. Here is a leaflet about the Panama

Exposition published in Esperanto. Here is a catalogue

issued by the Oliver Typewriter Co. printed in Esperanto.

Cook�s famous touring agency has used Esperanto for the

last seven years. Here is a Scotch tea firm publishing a

circular in Esperanto. Here is a bicycle saddle maker in

Germany using Esperanto for publicity.� Here is a very

big Anglo-American firm of medical supplies, Burroughs,

Wellcome & Co., and they use Esperanto in many of their

circulars.�

With some mendacity, Christen described the UEA as �purely a

commercial league for the coordained [sic] use of the language,�

assuring his audience that �Esperanto is only an �auxiliary�

language. Nobody dreams of its being a universal language. �99

HR 415 never made it through committee, and the Sixty-Third

Congress adjourned without debating whether to provide the

children of Washington, D.C., nearly one-third of them African

American, with lessons in Esperanto. 100 But as Dumain has shown, a

young black man from the deep South was already advocating

Esperanto to help African Americans cross racial barriers, access

foreign cultures, and become citizens of the world. 101

Born in South Carolina in 1881, William Pickens earned a BA in

two years at Talladega College, then matriculated at Yale, where he

earned a second B.A. in classics. 102 When Pickens, in his mid-

twenties, seized on Esperanto as a novel means of racial uplift, a

humorist in the Boston Herald was mocking it as �a new inter-racial

language�: �[With Esperanto] one might travel at will � among the

Kalmuck Tartars or people of Borneo, and ask for koumiss or

headmoney and get it every time.� 103 But for Pickens, Esperanto fit

snugly into the ethos of self-improvement espoused by Voice of the

Negro:

The writer saw his first book on Esperanto less than a

week ago. [Some books] arrived and were perused one

evening between the hours of six and ten; and the next

morning he wrote letters in Esperanto to some European

Esperantists.� Any man of any language of Europe or

America, who is of sound mind and well trained in his

mother tongue, can master the syntax of Esperanto in a

week.

With a modest investment of time and effort, African Americans

would never need to fear being �socially embarrassed when we go

abroad�104�probably not an issue for Pickens, who spoke six

languages. 105

In Pickens, Esperanto had attracted an eloquent, impassioned

evangelist; his harsh riposte to the �natural language� skeptics is

worth quoting at length:

Nature is an extravagant and erratic idiot who pampers

variety rather than utility. She lays within the stream a

myriad eggs to raise a dozen fishes; she sows a hundred

acorns to sprout two or three sickly oaks. Everywhere she

wantonly mixes and mingles the useful and the useless.

Just so in these natural tongues she will write a half dozen

words meaning the same thing.� She will obey no single

rule without a half dozen exceptions. All in all, she has so

mixed and muddled and anticked in the every-day speech

of men � [that] the masses of mankind, so far as Nature�s

languages are concerned, will never be intelligent beings

save in that tongue to which they were born.

By the scheme of Esperanto, Dr. Zamenhof, the Russian,

has removed the whole difficulty.� Science can be frugal

if Nature is prodigal. 106

Embracing an artificial language, Pickens offered his readers a

glimpse of a world in which nature�savage, wasteful, unjust, and

amoral�no longer determined human opportunity. Although

Pickens�s advocacy for Esperanto, which earned him a certificate

from the British Esperanto Association, was apparently short-lived,

he devoted his multifarious career as an academic, NAACP field

director, and seller of War Bonds to African Americans to this

pitched battle between nature and culture. When he died in 1954

during a cruise to Jamaica, he was buried neither on Southern nor

on Northern soil but, at his wife�s request, at sea.

5. A Map in One Color

Whereas Soviet samideanoj endorsed the imperial reach of the USSR

and Americans proposed Esperanto�s value to a multicultural yet

isolationist superpower, Esperanto in the Far East emerged within

an anarchist, anti-imperialist milieu. In the early decades of the

twentieth century, Esperanto empowered East Asian reformers to

cross boundaries as they strove toward a pan-Asian alternative to

the Western norm of a sovereign, territorially bounded state. 107 It

may seem unlikely that a language comprising the �dismembered�

tongues of Europe could help to define modernity in Japan and

China, but Esperanto did.

In the wake of the Russo-Japanese War of 1904�1905, Tokyo

became a breeding ground for the new �non-war� movement, 108 a

group of young anarchists devoted to an anationalist, peaceful

vision of the future. From within this subversive nest, the Japanese

Esperanto movement was hatched in 1906 by the anarchist Osugi

Sakae. His most influential student was the Chinese scholar Liu

Shipei, who predicted, as Lanti would some years later, that

Esperanto would become the crucial bonding agent of a world

socialist movement. Though Esperanto would never replace the

cultural heritage of the Chinese language, Liu Shipei wrote from

Tokyo, it was the only foreign language the Chinese would need in

the twentieth century. And once the Chinese dictionary was

translated into Esperanto, he prophesied, Chinese could be made

accessible abroad.

Liu Shipei�s view of the Chinese language as a sacred trust was

opposed by a radical circle of Chinese anarchists based in Paris.

They deemed Chinese a �barbaric� obstacle to modernization and

democratization, 109 advocating its replacement by a phonetic

language; Esperanto would fit the bill. But even those Chinese who

were favorably inclined toward Esperanto quailed at this extreme

position, putting forward a gradualist program instead. The charge

of �barbarism� provoked journalist Zhang Binglin to call Esperanto

an �unnatural� language of �the whites� that would reify China�s

inferiority and hasten its deracination. Ultimately, his journal

espoused a more moderate position on Esperanto, as part of a three-

point agenda: standardizing the pronunciation of Chinese; requiring

knowledge of one Western language to qualify for high school (and

two to qualify for university); and teaching Esperanto in schools as

soon as it became feasible. 110

The third point was not as far-fetched as it sounds. In 1912,

Minister of Education Cai Yuanpei decreed that Esperanto be offered

as an optional course in teacher-training schools. 111 Meanwhile, the

progressive New Culture Movement turned its attention in 1915 to

the reform of Chinese characters, and Esperanto gained new

advocates as a transitional resource for modernization. When he

became rector of Peking University in 1917, Cai Yuanpei established

both an Esperanto major within the Chinese-language department112

and a research school, the Peking University Esperanto Institution.

After a Zamenhof Day congress at Peking University drew two

thousand people, Cai Yuanpei was emboldened to set up the Peking

Esperanto College in 1922, hiring the eminent writer Lu Xun, as well

as Russian and U.S. Esperantists, to teach literature. 113 Though he

did not write in Esperanto, Lu Xun became a distinguished advocate

for the lingvo internacia:

In my opinion, humanity will certainly have a common

language, and for this reason, I approve of Esperanto.

Nonetheless, I can�t be certain whether Esperanto will be

the future universal language.� But now only Esperanto

exists, so one can only begin by learning it.� To speak

metaphorically, [if you need] a powerboat [and refuse to

even] build a canoe or get around in one � the result [will

be] that you never invent a powerboat either, and never

cross a river. 114

Substitute �bridge� for �powerboat,� and voilà�Zamenhof�s own

favorite metaphor for Esperanto.

* * *

Until the end of World War II, the fate of the �invisible empire� of

Esperanto in Asia was inextricably linked to the imperial ambitions

of Japan. While in China, anarchists dominated Esperantic circles,

the situation in the Japan Esperanto Association (JEA) was more

fractious. Like the Esperantist theosophists in Europe, many

Japanese pacifists and anarchists sought spiritual meaning in

Esperanto. For some, this meant embracing Zamenhof�s

Homaranism; for others, a young offshoot of Shintoism called

Oomoto (Great Source), which was founded and led by a sequence of

childless women. By the early 1920s, the Oomoto sect had adopted

Esperanto as their world language, according Zamenhof the status of

a minor divinity.

But when the repressive government stepped up surveillance of

anarchists and Bolshevists, self-proclaimed Japanese �neutralists� of

the JEA split off to form the centrist Japanese Esperanto Institute

(JEI). The neutralists avoided ruffling the feathers of the

government, but as Lins has shown, even a Homaranist faction in

the JEI tacitly acquiesced in Japan�s occupation of Taiwan and

annexation of Korea. 115 Although Japanese police surveilled,

harassed, and occasionally arrested Esperantists, several defiant

samideanoj openly criticized the government, propagandizing

against the regime both within Japan and outside it. Among those

who protested Japanese aggression, at great personal risk, were

three Esperantists who led extraordinarily itinerant and

multicultural lives: Vasili Eroshenko, Ooyama Tokio, and Hasegawa

Teru.

Born in what is now Ukraine in 1890, Eroshenko was blinded at

age four by a case of measles. In the romantic annals of Esperantujo,

Eroshenko�s blindness was the source of his radical egalitarianism;

as a Japanese journalist put it, �His eyes see people�s skin in a

single color and also the map of the world in one color.� 116 By the

time he graduated from a school for the blind in Moscow, Eroshenko

was an accomplished violinist and competent in both Japanese and

Esperanto. In April 1915, he was dispatched to Tokyo by the Russian

Esperanto Federation, 117 where he propagandized for Esperanto,

studied massage, and in short order became a celebrity. But for his

traditional peasant shirt, Eroshenko might have stepped out of a

portrait of a young quattrocentro nobleman. His broad, clear brow

was framed by long blond ringlets, and he garnered huge crowds

when he sang folk songs accompanied by his balalaika. 118

Restless and venturesome, he left Japan two years later,

sojourning in Thailand, Burma, and India; keeping a low profile was

out of the question, and in 1919, probably on suspicion of Bolshevist

activities, the British deported him from Calcutta. Via Afghanistan119

and Russia, he soon returned to Japan, where he lived above a

sweet shop frequented by Japanese transnationalists known as

�worldists.� According to Gotelind M�ller, police archives reveal that

Eroshenko was kept under close watch, not because he was under

suspicion for Bolshevism but because of his �worldist�120

entanglements. In 1921, after taking part in both a May Day

demonstration and the congress of the Japanese Socialist Union,

Eroshenko was again deported, this time from Japan to Russia,

where his frank criticisms of the Bolshevists provoked a charge of

espionage.

How Eroshenko managed to escape from a Russian prison ship to

China is not known, but six months after his expulsion from Japan

he appeared in Shanghai. By February 1922, he was living in Peking

in the home shared by writer Lu Xun, his brother, and his brother�s

Japanese wife. By day Eroshenko worked as a masseur in a

Japanese-owned spa; by night, appointed by Cai Yuanpei to a post

at Peking Esperanto College, he taught Esperanto to more than five

hundred students, supplementing his income with various lecturing

jobs. That summer he traveled to Helsinki for the Universal

Congress, returning to Peking. But the following summer, he left

China to attend the Universal Congress in Nuremberg, never to

return.

Vasili Eroshenko in China

[�sterreichische Nationalbibliothek]

For the remainder of his life, Eroshenko tried to use his celebrity

to ride not under the radar, but well above it. Like Zamenhof, who

could tailor his self-presentation to his audience, Eroshenko was a

chameleon. Back in the Soviet Union, he preserved himself by

teaching at the Comintern�s Far East University, a training school

for East and South Asian communist operatives. (It had more

colorful names, too: �Communist University of the Toilers of the

East� and �Stalin School.�) But even after translating Marx, Engels,

and Lenin into Japanese, Eroshenko�s true colors could not be

concealed, and he was dismissed for being �ideologically

unreliable. �121 He next became an ethnographer, documenting the

condition of the blind among the indigenous Chukchi people in

Siberia. Though he rarely if ever taught Esperanto, he published his

Chukchi writings in an Esperanto Braille journal. He also knew

when not to depend on his celebrity for safety; by fleeing to

Turkmenistan in the 1930s, he managed to escape the Great Purges

during which several hundred Esperantists were assassinated or sent

to labor camps. The remaining twenty-three years of his life are not

well documented, in part because the KGB burned his files. 122 After

teaching stints in Tashkent and Moscow, Eroshenko returned to

Ukraine, where in 1952, the man who had crisscrossed the map of

the world as if it were indeed �all one color� died in the town of his

birth.

Another multinational Esperantist who worked to undermine the

Japanese regime was Ooyama Tokio. Born in Japan in 1898 and

raised in Korea, Ooyama was the son of a Japanese bureaucrat in

the occupation government. Against his parents� wishes, he married

a Korean woman and together, after studying at Doshisha University

in Kyoto, they made their home in Korea. Under his Esperanto

pseudonym, �E. T. Montego,� he wrote fervent appeals to Koreans,

in Esperanto, to defy the Japanese colonization of Korean culture

and hold fast to their right to use the Korean language. To promote

Japanese-Korean relations, Ooyama founded a �Society for the Just

Way,� publishing a monthly magazine for the Japanese living in

Korea. 123 The Japanese-language pages fiercely attacked Japanese

stereotypes of Koreans, translated Korean writing for a Japanese

audience, and unsparingly documented the Japanese colonization of

Korea; the Esperanto pages featured translations of Korean writing

as well. As a Japanese researcher recently revealed at a joint

congress of Korean and Japanese Esperantists, Ooyama�s

transnational activism extended to a non-Esperanto journal as well.

How risky a venture this was became clear when the journal was

examined in 1997: entire articles were effaced by the censor, and on

most pages, the censor left behind a trail of thick black tire-

treads. 124

The activism of Hasegawa Teru, another Japanese Esperantist

who chose a transnational life of protest against her own

government, took place mainly in China. Following the Chinese

Revolution of 1925�1927, when the Guomindang banned anarchist

unions, the majority of Esperantists made common cause with the

Communist Party. In September 1931, following the Japanese

invasion of Manchuria, twenty-one Chinese Esperanto groups jointly

published a manifesto that skewered Japan�s claim to be striving

toward �All-Asian� harmony and against aggression by Western

powers: �Although � the Japanese people is our brother � we

unhesitatingly prepare to fight against those who damage world

peace and dishonor the history of humanity, and principally against

all those barbarities performed by fanatical patriots and

imperialists. �125 An important voice of protest was the Shanghai-

based �Ĉinio Hurlas� (China Howls), whose Manchuria reportage

included sensational accounts of enslavement, the injection of

Chinese youth with opium, and the suppression of the Chinese

language. 126

Hasegawa Teru, a Tokyo Rose in reverse

In the pages of this journal, Hasegawa Teru became a Tokyo Rose

in reverse, exhorting Japanese Esperantists to protest their

government. Born Hasegawa Teruko (she dropped the feminine

diminutive �ko�), she was known in Esperanto circles by her

pseudonym, �Verda Majo� (Green May). In 1932, at the age of

twenty, she was arrested and expelled from college for her

involvement in a proletarian literary movement. Her first Esperanto

publication, commissioned by the Shanghai-based La Mondo, was an

expos� on the condition of women in Japan, with a focus on the

exploitation of women workers. Four years later, she secretly

married Liu Ren, a Chinese student and Esperantist living in Tokyo,

and scandalized her parents by following him to China. There she

joined the Chinese resistance, calling on Esperantists of the world to

boycott Japan. 127

During the battle of Shanghai in August 1937, Hasegawa went

into hiding for a time, then escaped with her husband to Canton

(now Guangzhou), where she wrote blistering expos�s of golf-

playing Japanese generals sporting dapper European

uniforms. 128After an official order mandating the separation of

Chinese-Japanese couples, Liu Ren tried to present her as an

overseas Chinese, but the Guomintang were not fooled. The couple

were deported to Hong Kong, 129 but with intervention from

influential writers, they managed to relocate to Hankou, where she

began propagandizing against the regime�this time, on the radio,

and in Japanese, not Esperanto. It was a matter of time before the

Japanese press denounced her as a �coquettish traitor, �130

publishing her family�s address and demanding a statement from her

father, who, according to one memoir, received anonymous letters

urging hara-kiri. 131 Hasegawa remained defiant: �Whoever calls me

a traitor to my country, go ahead! I�m not afraid of this. I�m even

ashamed of being a compatriot of those who not only invade

another�s territory, but also unrestrainedly make life hell for those

who suffer innocently and helplessly.� 132 She went on to write

articles about Japanese war crimes such as sex slavery and medical

experimentation, framing the Chinese resistance to Japan as part of

a worldwide struggle against fascism. 133

The optimism Hasegawa expressed when the war ended was

crushed by the civil war between the Guomintang and the

Communist Party. She, Liu Ren, and their two small children

wandered through Manchuria for months in search of a livelihood

and a stable home; she then became pregnant for a third time.

Hungry, desperate, reluctant to bear a child for whom, in M�ller�s

words, �she [saw] no future,� Hasegawa had an abortion, contracted

an infection, and died on January 10, 1947. She was thirty-five. Liu

Ren, weakened, ill, and impoverished, died four months later of

kidney failure, and their children were sent to an orphanage.

Since then, many have sought to redeem the tragic denouement of

their lives. In 1980, they were Romeo-and-Julieted by a Chinese-

Japanese television production; in the new millennium, however,

the story has assumed a more optimistic ending. On August 18,

2000, a group of Chinese Esperantists brought about the first

encounter between Hasegawa Teru and Liu Ren�s two adult children

and Ozawa Juki, their mother�s sister. That Esperantists continue to

honor Hasegawa�s courageous activism (and, to a lesser extent, read

her writings), belies the despairing title of her 1941 collection,

Whisper in a Hurricane. 134

Just as Hasegawa Teru�s story can be told as an abysmal tragedy

or as an affirmation of transnational, Esperantist values, there are

also two ways of telling the subsequent story of Esperanto in China.

For most Western historians, the glory days of the movement were

the early, anarchist period. On this telling, once China�s anarchist

Esperantists made the liberation of China their primary agenda,

they relinquished their freedom to be critics of nationalism. Such an

account ignores the fact that, in that time and place, to sup at all

was to sup with devils, whether the Moscow-controlled Communist

Party, the craven Guomintang, or the Japanese invaders. On the

other hand, for those who write from within the eighty-year history

of Esperanto�s embrace of Communism, the telos of Esperanto in

China was ever and always the founding of the People�s Republic on

two sturdy pillars: the evolution of Chinese society through popular

revolution and the promotion of world peace. Figures are not

available, but it is probable that the People�s Republic of China has

channeled more funds toward Esperanto, in absolute terms, than

any other nation. For decades, the most handsomely produced

magazine in the Esperanto world was El Popola Ĉinio (From the

People�s China), a dead ringer for Life magazine and as glossy as it

was anti-Western.

It is difficult, if not impossible, to imagine a third story: what the

future might have held for China�s Esperantists, invaded, bombed,

banned, and persecuted by the Japanese, had they not lived in the

shadow of Japanese imperialism. As the Concise History of the

Chinese Esperanto Movement (2004) bluntly puts it, �The guns and

cannons of Japanese militarism took neutrality, pacifism, and

Homaranism away from the Chinese Esperantists, and they were on

the way to national liberation.� 135

6. �A Bastard Language�

Perhaps the unholiest alliance between Esperantists and a

militarized, nationalist state occurred in Nazi Germany, under the

dubious slogan �Through Esperanto for Germany.� In 1933, soon

after Hitler declared himself chancellor, the Universal Congress took

place in Cologne with neither apology nor accommodation for

Esperantist Jews, pacifists, and communists, to whom Nazism was

anathema. Certainly no apology was forthcoming from Gunter

Riesen, the Nazi mayor of Cologne, who according to Lins, saluted

the nine-hundred-odd congress-goers (about half the usual number)

in his brown shirt. 136

In Cologne, the fragile Helsinki Contract fell apart, and the UEA

surrendered to pressure to become a federation of national

organizations. The revamped UEA was led by a French general

named Louis Bastien; its vice president, a German banker named

Anton Vogt, was a member of the Nazi Party. Schism finally came in

1936 when the federalists relocated their headquarters to London,

forming a new entity called the Internacia Esperanto-Ligo (IEL).

Within a year, membership in the Geneva-based UEA had dwindled

to 1,300, whereas the London-based IEL claimed 13,500. 137 And for

ten years, despite repeated efforts to reunite the two groups at

annual Universal Congresses, the UEA and the IEL were separate

organizations, each with its own ideology, headquarters, executive,

finances, yearbook, and journal.

In Germany, between the years 1933 and 1936, hundreds,

perhaps thousands, of Esperantists did a perilous two-step with the

Nazis. The National Socialist case against Esperanto, painstakingly

compiled by Lins, took the high road of an argument about the

mystical purity of German culture. Esperanto was �artificial,

international, [and] pacifist�; a �bastard� language; �a purely

mechanical, soulless creation.� Like a worm in an apple, it sought to

�latinize� German from within. 138 Esperanto, which Goebbels would

call the �language of Jews and communists� (and which the Gestapo

would call �the secret language of communists�), was for Hitler a

way to conjure two imperial phantoms: Jewish hegemony and

communist world revolution. In Mein Kampf (1925), he denounced a

troika of Esperantists, communists, and Freemasons:

On this first and greatest lie, that the Jews are not a race

but a religion, more and more lies are based in necessary

consequence. Among them is the lie with regard to the

language of the Jew. For him it is not a means for

expressing his thoughts, but a means for concealing them.

When he speaks French, he thinks Jewish, and while he

turns out German verses, in his life he only expresses the

nature of his nationality. As long as the Jew has not

become the master of the other peoples, he must speak

their languages whether he likes it or not, but as soon as

they became his slaves, they would all have to learn a

universal language (Esperanto, for instance), so that by

this additional means the Jews could more easily dominate

them! 139

The Nazi language police, the Allgemeiner Deutscher Sprachverein,

expressed contempt for Zamenhof�s �bridge� language�a bridge

over which foreign words would march to despoil German. 140 Hitler,

as so often, spoke more plainly: �in one hundred years, [German]

will be the language of Europe��a glimpse of the future that

prompted him, in 1940, to substitute gothic for roman lettering on

official documents. 141

Most vulnerable were the two-thirds of German Esperantists who

belonged to the leftist German Labor Esperanto Association. The

Nazis, having come to power in 1933, wasted no time in outlawing

the GLEA. It was the first legal persecution of Esperantists in

Germany, though slurs in the media, along with scattered acts of

harassment and vandalism, went back to the twenties. Once Hitler

arrested left-wing activists, banning both the GLEA and SAT, the

�neutral� German Esperanto Association offered to propagandize for

the Nazi regime. In articles proclaiming the motto �Through

Esperanto for Germany,� the GEA submitted to the Nazi protocol of

Gleichshaltung, the compulsory, ideological �making same� of

formerly independent bodies. Thus, at the Universal Congress in

Cologne, the GEA passed a resolution to revoke the membership of

persons with a �counter-state attitude,� although a proposed clause

barring membership for �non-aryans, marxists or communists� failed

to carry. Despite the defeat of the �non-aryan� clause, Arnold

Behrendt, the president of the GEA, asked all those running for

president of a local group to submit papers attesting that they were

neither Jewish nor Marxist. 142

By then, a new Esperanto group created expressly to endorse the

Nazi Party had emerged. Founded in 1931, it had a distinctly

German name�Neue Deutsche Esperanto Bewegung (New German

Esperanto Movement)�and a distinctly Nazi agenda: to obliterate

dissent. In an Esperantist Anschluss, the NDEB deposed the GEA�s

president, put in a puppet, and annexed the group, who weakly

protested that they had been fellow-travelers all along. By the time

the alliance collapsed, the GEA�s mission had become entirely

Nazified: to spread �through Esperanto our national-socialist world-

concept in all states of the world.� 143 When in 1935, the GEA

expelled Jews from its membership rolls, the NDEB was not to be

outdone: they expelled Zamenhof himself, excising his name from all

propaganda.

If the GEA thought to save Esperanto in Germany by embracing

the Nazi Party, it was too late; it had always been too late. A cache

of documents recovered from East German archives reveals that

throughout the thirties and into the forties, Esperanto preoccupied

the most powerful operatives of the Nazi state including Hitler,

Himmler, Hess, Heydrich, Bormann, and Goebbels. 144 Contempt for

Esperanto was axiomatic, since the Esperanto mind was as different

as�say, the Jewish mind. In Heydrich�s exquisite phrase, �Our

conscience is German � the �human consciousness� is a Jewish

creation and doesn�t interest us.� 145 In 1935, Heydrich attempted to

ban Esperanto absolutely, but Goebbels preferred to have local

police harass Esperantists and shut down their clubs. Esperanto was

banned from schools; Nazi Party members were forbidden to join

Esperanto organizations. By June 20, 1940, when Himmler

announced a complete ban on Esperantist activity, it had already

ground to a halt.

Even the Geneva-based UEA, which had resisted the

encroachment of nationalism, took neutrality as its byword. Hans

Jakob, the Swiss socialist who edited Esperanto Revuo, declined to

print protests against the Nazification of Esperanto in Germany lest

he violate �the chief principle of our association,� political

neutrality. 146 Nonetheless, Esperanto Revuo did publish �The German

Viewpoint About the Race Problem� by �E. W.,� who expressly

adapted the Nazi Party�s racist platform for Esperantists. In a

farrago of quotations from Hitler and other leading Nazis, the author

contended that strict laws against racial mixing were no more than

a sign of respect for other cultures. Moreover, the Nazi state was on

the side of human rights, insofar as it strove to guarantee each race�s

�right� to racial purity. After all, what was more universal than laws

against racial mixing?

In the same issue appeared a contrary voice, an impassioned

diatribe against militarism, chauvinism, and racism. In �Our

Mission,� the author reminded readers that Esperanto was not a

language, but a sacred cause. It is a stern sermon full of grotesque,

imposing metaphors�tsunamis, hydras, bone-gnawing dogs�that

render graphically the grim stakes of the moment: �The world today

is like a drowning person.� Esperantists must not betray the interna

ideo, �the desire to understand and empathize among ethnicities.�

The author was in no doubt that Esperanto could guide an armed

and armored world toward peace, and she signed her full name:

Lidia Zamenhof. 147 The �mission� she described in 1934, as she was

turning thirty, had for a decade been the mission of her life. She

inherited it from her father, but she had made it her own.

7. The Priestess

Born in Warsaw in 1904, Lidia Zamenhof was the youngest of three

children. Because her sister, Zofia, was fifteen years older, and her

brother, Adam, sixteen years older, she was raised as a coddled only

child. At five, in a full-length studio portrait taken for an Esperanto

magazine, she gazes soberly at the camera, accustomed to being

taken seriously. She is dressed entirely, theatrically, in white: white-

laced boots and socks, white parasol, white flouncy dress tied with a

white bow, her rag curls framed by an enveloping white headdress.

Fingers curled tightly around a parasol propped between her feet,

she looks like an ingenue setting out for a stroll.

Her childhood was comfortable but not lavish, except in the

attention her parents paid to her. She painted, played the piano,

and culled stamps from the envelopes sent by her father�s far-flung

correspondents. At the age of nine, Lilka, as she was known, was

bribed to learn Esperanto with the offer of a trip to the Universal

Congress in Bern. She soon became a fixture at congresses, the

Esperanto world�s blond darling. Her mother, Klara, offered an ear

when her gentle, affectionate father was preoccupied, as he so often

was, meeting with visitors from abroad, typing in his study late into

the night. Even before she entered her teens, Lidia asked hard

questions, having already been the victim of anti-Semitic mockery at

school. Despite the gem�tlichkeit of the Zamenhofs� drawing room

and the banal routines of the clinic downstairs, she saw her father as

an embattled, prophetic figure on a religious quest. And he had

come to believe that the future of Esperanto would someday depend

on her.

Ludovik Zamenhof�s death in the last months of the war left Lidia,

at fourteen, the caretaker of both her mother and her father�s legacy.

In 1921, Lidia, Klara, and other close associates of the family

founded an Esperanto circle in Warsaw, Konkordo, expressly

devoted to keeping her late father�s interna ideo in full view. 148 After

the Vienna Congress of 1924, she became secretary of the

International Student Esperanto Association, calling on �students of

all countries� to unite. 149 By the end of that year, her mother died of

liver cancer. Though she received her law degree from Warsaw

University the following year, she never practiced. Her biographer,

Wendy Heller, points out that �the Polish bar association was strict

about admitting Jews�very few were accepted.� 150 More likely, she

was diverted from practicing law by a fateful encounter with

proponents of the Bah�� faith.

At the 1925 Universal Congress in Geneva, the International

Bah�� Bureau held a session to show that their universalist faith

dovetailed with Esperanto�s interna ideo. American Esperantist

Martha Root, who had given up a career as a society journalist for

Bah��, read aloud Zamenhof�s 1913 comment that �the Bah��s will

understand the interna ideo of Esperanto better than most

people.� 151 Under Root�s influence, Lidia Zamenhof became

�convinced � [that] Esperanto was created directly under the

influence of [Husayn-�Al�] Bah�u�ll�h, although the author of the

language��her father��did not know it.� 152 At the start of

Bah�u�ll�h�s ministry, the Tehran-born, Farsi-speaking leader had

enjoined his followers to adopt a universal language. Returning to

the theme in 1891, four years after the publication of Esperanto, he

mentioned that �a new language and a new script� had already

appeared. It fell to his son, �Abb�s Effendi (known as �Abdu�l-Bah�),

to identify that language as Esperanto and advocate for it: ��I hope

that the language of all the future international conferences and

congresses will become Esperanto, so that all people may acquire

only two languages�one their own tongue and the other the

international auxiliary language.�� 153 He exhorted Esperantists to

dispatch teachers to the Bah�� community in Persia, and encouraged

Persians to study Esperanto in Europe. Within months, he had begun

to speak of his injunction to learn Esperanto as a �command,� but

the level of compliance among his followers is hard to determine. 154

Lidia Zamenhof, 1909

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Although both Bah�� and Esperanto saw a crucial role for

language in promoting interethnic harmony, the two movements

parted ways on at least one crucial point: the Bah�� faith was led by

a dynasty of self-proclaimed prophets, by their own account the

heirs to Moses and Jesus. The creator of Esperanto, by contrast, had

entirely relinquished his leadership of the Esperantists. His

willingness to forfeit his own prophetic stature to the sovereignty of

the Esperanto community was his signal characteristic as a leader;

perhaps even as a man. But if there was one Esperantist poorly

placed to see this crucial difference between the Bah�� faith and

Esperanto, it was Lidia Zamenhof. In her eyes, Ludovik Lazarus

Zamenhof had always been a prophet, and now that he was gone,

she was looking for another.

* * *

By the time Lidia Zamenhof embraced the Bah�� teachings, Shoghi

Effendi Rabbani,� the grandson of �Abdu�l-Bah�, had become spiritual

leader. Known as the Guardian, he was educated in Beirut and

Cambridge and was fluent in English; only seven years Lidia�s

senior, he became her spiritual advisor. Lidia Zamenhof spent her

twenties yearning to make a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, but not

for the sake of Zionism; instead, she desired to visit Haifa, then the

seat of the Bah�� faith. She sought permission from the Guardian but

was told that the time had not yet come. In Warsaw, she taught

Esperanto. While the UEA struggled to rein in the increasing power

of its largest national units, she reminded samideanoj to remain

faithful to the interna ideo; they were to be, like her, high-minded,

pacifist, and anti-nationalistic. In one allegorical essay, she figures

Esperanto as a golem in danger of losing its �inner spark�; another

describes a journey through a xenophobic, violent land called

Chauvinia.

Soon she began to use Esperanto to spread Bah�� teachings. Like

Lanti when he founded SAT, she was now working �peresperante, ne

poresperante�; through Esperanto, not for it. As she told Root in

confidence in 1926, �Esperanto is only a school in which future

Bah��s educate themselves. The Bah�� Movement is a step forward.

It is larger.� But Root quoted her in a Bah�� magazine, and to Lidia�s

embarrasment the quotation was soon picked up in the Esperanto

press, which responded harshly. Instead of answering her critics,

Lidia stayed focused on pilgrimage, learning Farsi that she might

answer �Abdu�l-Bah�s call to live among the Persians and teach

Esperanto. In fact, it was already being taught there in Bah��

schools, and most of the early Persian delegates to the UEA were

Bah��s. 155 A 1925 photograph taken at Hamedan, Persia, shows

thirty grave, fezzed men and one grave fezzed little boy, almost

entirely hidden behind a large white Esperanto standard.

When Lidia did finally journey to Haifa in 1930, she was

depressed and anxious, unable to feel the rapturous presence of

holiness: ��Every morning I would go to the Holy Shrines � and,

forgetting my Occidental stiffness, I would beat my head against the

Holy Thresholds. But � the heavens seemed to be closed to my

supplications.��156 She was not the first Eastern European Jew of her

era to seek a more rapt, raw piety in the Middle East than European

Judaism offered, nor the first to strike her head on the ground

simply to feel it. The historian Susannah Heschel quotes an account

by the Jewish orientalist Ign�c Goldziher of a visit to a Cairo

mosque: �In the midst of the thousands of the pious, I rubbed my

forehead against the floor of the mosque. Never in my life was I

more devout, more truly devout, than on that exalted Friday. �157

Lidia�s hours of prayer in Haifa, however, were far less exalting than

Goldziher�s in Cairo. The only episode of religious rapture she

recorded from that trip was an encounter with a spider, saved from

�the abyss� by a slender thread of his own devising. Heller claims

that Lidia had an audience with Shoghi Effendi, but if she did, an

account of that meeting is conspicuously absent. Before returning to

Warsaw, Lidia made another pilgrimage, this time to Jerusalem,

where she presented the manuscript of her father�s grammar of

Yiddish to the newly founded Hebrew University. (A Jewish Bah��

presenting the Yiddish manuscript of a once-Zionist Esperantist to

Hebrew University in Israel: all the contradictions of modern

Judaism in one brief encounter.)

Lidia Zamenhof spent the better part of the 1930s teaching

Esperanto in Lyon, hosted by Marie Borel, the co-founder of the

Union of Esperanto Women. She used progressive, immersive

teaching methods; biographer Zofia Banet-Fornalowa estimates that

between 1932 and 1937 she taught Esperanto to more than three

thousand students in more than fifty courses. 158 From France, Lidia

followed closely the developments in Germany. To awaken

Esperantists to the coming cataclysm, she wrote frantic allegories

about voracious beasts tearing one another�s flesh, tigers who

couldn�t be contained, bloodthirsty monsters on the loose. In

Esperanto, La Praktiko, Pola Esperantisto, and other journals, she

denounced Nazi militarism and fascism, chauvinism, anti-Semitism,

even Nazi eugenics. 159 And she made public her contempt for the

UEA�s cowardly concession to federalism at Cologne. When schism

came in 1936�37, it split the Zamenhof family; her sister Zofia

joined the IEL, but Lidia sided with the Geneva-based UEA.

Lidia�s life in the Bah�� faith was woven into a fabric of intense

friendships with women: first, in Poland, with Root; in France, with

Borel; and still later, with Roan Orloff (Stone), an American Bah��

said to have been cast out by her Orthodox Jewish mother. Lidia

spoke on Bah�� themes to the Union of Esperantist Women, and in

1936, venturing beyond both Esperanto and Bah��, she addressed

the International Council of Women in Vienna. With the Rhineland

re-militarized and Austria about to cede its independence to

Germany, she decided to speak about war. All wars, she declared,

had special import for women: men waged wars, and women paid

for them with sons and suffering, with hunger, fear, bitterness, and

dislocation. She enjoined women to keep �lead soldiers and wooden

swords� from their children:

Show your children � that glories exist more noble than

the bloody crowns of Caesars and Napoleons. Tell them

that concord builds up, discord destroys. Teach them that

�love� is not merely a banal harangue, that �brotherhood�

is not just a utopian dream.

Lidia Zamenhof, 1925

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And she urged them to bring into their children�s lives children of

other ethnicities, nationalities, and races. This, they could�indeed,

should�do through Esperanto, which was far more than an affair of

�postage stamps and picture post cards.� Esperanto would empower

children to �recognize the true face of their neighbor and see that

that face is the face of a brother.� 160 Above all, she said, unity

among women was the key to bringing the world back from the

brink of disaster.

* * *

Lidia Zamenhof�s Bah�� friends were now imploring her to get out

of Poland�out of Europe altogether. Though Shoghi Effendi had

been counseling Lidia to work on her Farsi and sojourn in what had

recently become Iran, he now wrote to urge her to visit the Bah��s

of the United States since they �are so eager to meet you and accord

you a hearty welcome.� 161 When the official invitation from the

American Assembly of the Bah�� Faith finally came (the Guardian

had written to them himself), it stipulated that the Bah��s would

pay for her round-trip passage from Poland, but the Esperanto

Association of North American (EANA) would have to take

responsibility for setting up the Esperanto classes by which she

hoped to pay her way.

When she arrived in New York on the ship Batory in late

September 1937, she felt much as her father had on his arrival in

1910. She, too, was thrilled by the skyscrapers, traffic, and bustle of

New York; she, too, felt small, overwhelmed, and agitated, though

her letters home would wax ecstatic about ice cream, which was

happily ubiquitous. Like her father, she was mobbed by journalists,

whom she addressed through an interpreter. But unlike her father,

she was asked how tall she was (barely five feet) and how much she

weighed. Diana Klotts, a reporter for the Jewish Sentinel, questioned

�the Modern Minerva� about what Esperanto might mean to

American Jews. In reply, Lidia Zamenhof quoted her father�s

Esperanto translation of the following lines from Zephaniah 3:9:

�For then will I turn to the peoples/ A pure language/ That they

may all call upon the name of the Lord/ To serve Him with one

consent.� It was Klotts, remarking on Lidia�s �strange inner light,�

who dubbed her �the High Priestess of Esperanto.� 162

From the outset, the American journey was mired in

complications. Among the Bah��, there was official respect for

Esperanto, but beneath it neither warmth nor urgency. The

American Esperantists, on the other hand, saw in Lidia a lit match

that could ignite interest in Esperanto. Tensions mounted within the

joint Bah��-Esperanto sponsoring committee. The Esperantist

Samuel Eby, declaring his reservations about Lidia Zamenhof�s skills

as a lecturer, eventually resigned from the committee, but not before

lodging a formal complaint with EANA about his two Bah��

colleagues, Della Quinlan and Josephine Kruka.

As she trudged from city to city, Lidia Zamenhof could not count

on enough interest even to enroll a course in Esperanto. She

abhorred the dingy Bronx house with terrible food in which Eby had

installed her. Apparently, Shoghi Effendi heard of her struggle and

wrote reminding her to �persevere and be confident.� The

encouragement was well-timed; by winter, suffering from jaundice

and exhaustion, she had become the butt of a series of bizarre,

anonymous allegations: she was a liar, she stole money, she was a

communist. Her Bah�� handlers suspected a disaffected Esperantist

but Lidia may have had another idea, for she asked Shoghi Effendi

whether he advised her to remain a Jew. For her, she wrote,

Jewishness was a legal status and an expression of solidarity with

the Jewish community of Warsaw; renouncing Judaism wasn�t

necessary, was it? After several months, she received a reply. A

formal renunciation was not necessary, his secretary wrote, but, �he

hopes later on conditions will develop to a point that would make it

advisable for you to take further action in this matter.� 163 Around

this time Lidia learned that Shoghi Effendi was telling his followers

that Esperanto was less important as a language than as an idea;

she also discovered that he had never actually learned Esperanto.

In February 1938, she traveled westward to Detroit, where she

lectured to all comers: vegetarians, masons, women lawyers. 164 It

was among her most successful visits, with dozens of articles about

her appearing in seven languages. Still, she lamented that �not one

Negro� had attended her classes. Even before coming to the United

States, she had noted twice her desire to teach a class in Harlem, 165

but it never happened. When she tried to schedule a class at the

black YMCA in Detroit, she was told that doing so was �impractical.�

When she expressed an interest in lecturing to the NAACP, she was

told that their programs were �too full. �166 (A meeting between

Lidia Zamenhof and William Pickens is tempting to imagine, but

such did not occur.) Discrimination was on her mind, not only

against blacks and Jews, but also against Asians. In Detroit, she

wrote an essay declaring that Esperanto belonged to Asians as much

as to Europeans and predicting that they too would leave their mark

on the language.

When news of the Anschluss reached her in Detroit, she responded

tersely: �the great drama is already beginning. �167 Her American

friends entreated her to seek U.S. citizenship, and she wrote to

Shoghi Effendi for advice. He replied that the matter was up to her:

�Persevere in your historic task,� he wrote, �and never feel

discouraged.� 168 Meanwhile, she applied for an extension of her visa

by eight months, confident enough in the outcome to plan classes in

Cleveland and Minneapolis for the coming fall. But the day her visa

expired, she learned that her extension had been denied on the

ground that she had violated employment regulations. If there had

been any doubt, it was now clear: she had been ill-advised and ill-

served by her handlers, who had failed to apply for an available

waiver of employment laws. Though her friend Ernest Dodge did his

utmost for months to plead her case, he was only able to secure an

extension until early December.

Advice from friends streamed in: she should go to Cuba, Canada,

France, California�anywhere but Poland�and reapply for a visa.

Panic was not in her nature, but anxious and fearful, she once again

turned to the Guardian for advice. Heller quotes her cable in full:

EXTENSION SOJOURN AMERICA REFUSED. FRIENDS TRYING

TO CHANGE GOVERNMENT�S DECISION. OTHERWISE

RETURNING POLAND.

PLEASE CABLE IF SHOULD ACT OTHERWISE.

His response was decisive:

APPROVE RETURN POLAND. DEEP LOVING APPRECIATION. SHOGHI.169

Still she waited, hoping that her fate would turn for the better.

For a time, an invitation seemed to be forthcoming from Canada,

but �the Canadians aren�t courageous enough.� they �see

difficulties.�� This time, when she requested Shoghi Effendi�s

permission to meet him in Haifa, she was seeking refuge, not

transcendence. He cabled his reply:

REGRET DANGEROUS SITUATION IN PALESTINE NECESSITATES

POSTPONEMENT OF PILGRIMAGE.

She wrote, with the humility of a medieval pilgrim, that she knew

it was because �such a privilege is not often received and that

certainly one must deserve it, and second�because of the war in

Palestine.� Indeed, Haifa was dangerous. Strategically important

because of an oil pipeline, Haifa had been the target of attacks by

displaced fel ahin, by the Irgun, and by the Royal Navy trying to

stem the tide of gunrunners and terrorists. Surely Shoghi Effendi

knew that to ensure Lidia Zamenhof�s safety, he would have to

shelter her in his compound, and this he was not prepared to do.

She told her anguished friends that she intended to return to

Poland: after all, Shoghi Effendi had advised it, and it was God�s will

that she rejoin her family in a time of trouble. She sent messages of

appreciation and farewell; she prayed; she packed. At the port of

Hoboken, the Staten Island couple who drove her there made a final,

desperate plea for her to come home with them, but she refused. On

November 29, 1938, she sailed for Poland on the Pilsudski. It was the

day after Thanksgiving and twenty days after Kristallnacht.

8. Vanishings

Ernest Drezen, Lanti, Hasegawa Teru, and Lidia Zamenhof all met

tragic ends.

Drezen, highly placed in both the Comintern and the Soviet

Esperanto Union, was closely watched. When the SEU was censured

by the Komsomol, Drezen regrouped, striving to immunize the

movement against the suspicion of �bourgeois elements� by

increasing the percentage of workers in the ranks. His efforts were

effective: the percentage of workers grew from thirty to forty-five

and, with an influx of interest among Ukrainian youth, membership

rates nearly doubled over three years. 170 The onset of the Great

Purge in 1936 found the SEU keeping a low profile, publishing

theories of language pedagogy and advertising its usefulness to

foreign-language instructors. But once the purge began in earnest,

Esperantists were persecuted as individuals with suspicious ties to

those in other countries. One by one, the luminaries of the Soviet

Esperanto movement disappeared from view. Rank-and-file

members were also arrested, interned in labor camps, and killed.

Precise figures are hard to come by; one Soviet Esperantist estimated

that upwards of thirty thousand samideanoj were arrested and

several thousand died. The father of the Ukrainian poet Aleksandr

Logvin, who spent two years in exile in Arkhangelsk, stashed his

son�s Esperanto writings in a beehive. Both Logvin and his poems

survived the purges. 171

The date of Drezen�s arrest in 1937 is not certain. Lins elaborates

the many possible grounds for his arrest: �As a non-Russian,

erstwhile czar�s officer and then one of the earliest on active duty

with the Russian Army, a university professor, head of the Soviet

Society for Cultural Relations with Foreigners � [and] as a person

who often traveled to foreign countries, he offered up a bouquet of

reasons to be suspected as a �spy.��172 Reports on the manner of his

death also conflict; some say he was shot in October 1937; others,

that he died later in prison. The only date on which the sources

agree is May 11, 1957, when, some twenty years after his arrest and

execution, he was posthumously rehabilitated and cleared of all

criminal charges.

* * *

Lanti never learned of Drezen�s death. The year 1937 found him in

Yamashiro, a hot springs town by the Sea of Japan, lodging with a

Japanese samideano named Takeuchi Tookichi, a devout Buddhist.

For a time, Lanti immersed himself in Japanese culture, visiting

shrines, temples, and sacred mountains; he read Buddhist tracts with

keen attention, though it was hard for him to muster any reverence.

(He once confessed to eating the little cakes pilgrims had left out for

the Buddha at a shrine.) Looking out over rice fields, he wrote letters

comparing the Ginza to Paris; he ate sushi and hobbled about in

getas. But the charm of Japanese culture was no match for his

distaste for Japanese nationalism, especially once he realized that

his Japanese host was a police informant.

Before leaving Japan for Australia, Lanti developed an abscess on

his left hand. 173 The symptoms were alarming: swelling of the hand,

fingers, and forearm, and intense pain all the way to the elbow. The

carbuncle subsided for a time, but in early 1938, a few months after

he arrived in Sydney, it returned with redoubled menace. He was

hospitalized for six weeks and improved, but in August, suffered

another outbreak of carbuncles on his ear, back, and leg. At the best

of times, Lanti could wear out a welcome fast; now, anxious and

miserable, he ranted about how expensive, uncultured, and

materialistic Australia was, not to mention the inhabitants� abysmal

competence in Esperanto. In November 1938, he arrived in New

Zealand, which, although cheaper and less class-stratified than

Australia, did nothing to relieve his perpetual restlessness.

His letters to Limouzin were cordial but infrequent; if he missed

her, he didn�t let on. Soon after Lanti�s departure for Japan, she

returned to England, where she moved into a damp, remote

farmhouse in Hertfordshire with the newlyweds, Eric Blair and

Eileen O�Shaughnessy. She stayed two months, and the tense

m�nage a trois did little to gladden the young bride in her marriage.

As O�Shaughnessy wrote to her friend Norah Myles: �I lost my habit

of punctual correspondence during the first few weeks of marriage

because we quarreled so continuously & really bitterly that I thought

I�d save time & just write one letter to everyone when the murder or

separation had been accomplished.� 174 By the time the Blitz began,

Limouzin was in London cowering for safety. She survived the war

and died in 1950, without ever seeing Lanti again.

From New Zealand, Lanti made his way to South America; on

May 6, 1939, he reached Montevideo. 175 His wanderings continued,

to Argentina, Brazil, Chile, and finally Mexico. At the war�s end, the

French consul in Mexico offered him free passage back to France

but, suspicious of the French government and tainted by his history

as a communist, he doubted he would be readmitted. When a group

of leftist samideanoj in Los Angeles invited him to join them, he

started trying to secure an American visa. Intermittently, he was

suffering painful attacks of carbuncles as well as generalized

inflammation and dermatitis; his fingernails fell off, and he could

barely move his fingers. At sixty-five, to better keep his skin clean,

he shaved off the beard he had worn since his anarchist days in

Paris.

Late in 1946, he developed an abscess on his scalp. A friend, the

Spanish socialist exile Francisco Azor�n Izquierdo, took him to the

French hospital, where a doctor recommended drilling a hole in his

skull to excise the infected tissue. When Azor�n agreed to cover

expenses, an appointment was made for the following day. But the

narcotics Lanti brought home from the clinic were not enough to dull

the pain, and already unmoored from his Mexican life, he found

nothing to anchor him. That evening, overwhelmed with despair, he

hanged himself from a shower head. He left a note in Esperanto

directing his survivors to notify the French consul, send Nellie

Limouzin 750 pesos �as my legal wife,� and edit and republish his

writings. The doyen of the best-selling Esperanto dictionary of all

time niggled over diction to the end:

I�d like to say much more, but this would only prolong my

martyrdom (martyrhood? now I don�t know).

This is my testament. Eugène Adam-Lanti.

His suicide was his last protest: his life had become a torment and he

was against it.

* * *

Protest was not an option for Lidia Zamenhof when she returned to

Warsaw in the winter of 1938. She was reconciled to her fate, and

when her faith needed shoring up, she wrote long letters to her

Bah�� friends: �If I left America,� she wrote, �perhaps it was because

God preferred that I work in another land.� She was writing bleak

allegories: Christmas trees with candles that burn for a moment and

go dark; a country called �Nightland,� �where the sun had not risen

for so long that it had nearly been forgotten.� 176 After she wrote to

Shoghi Effendi that she planned to stay in Poland a few weeks, then

go to France, his secretary replied:

Although your efforts to obtain a permit [in the United

States] � did not prove successful, you should nevertheless

be thankful for the opportunity you have had of

undertaking such a long and fruitful journey. He hopes the

experiences you have gathered during all these months �

will now help you to work more effectively for the spread

of the Cause in the various European countries you visit,

and particularly in your native country Poland, where the

Faith is still practically unknown. 177

In a postscript, the Guardian himself wrote that he looked forward

to meeting her �face to face in the Holy Land� at a time �not far

distant.� In the meantime, she was to bring Bah�� to the Poles,

lecturing, paying calls, and translating sacred Bah�� texts into

Polish. After eighteen months of effort, she could count all the

Bah��s in Poland on one hand.

In 1939, she did not go to France, nor did she travel to Haifa; she

would never leave Poland again. Three weeks after the Nazi

invasion, the Zamenhof home in Warsaw was bombed to rubble.

Within days Zofia Zamenhof, Adam Zamenhof, and his wife, Wanda,

were arrested in the hospital where they worked; Lidia was arrested

at the home of a relative. Adam was incarcerated in the

Dani�owiczowska Street prison; the women, in the notorious Pawiak

prison. On January 29, 1940, to avenge an assault on a Nazi officer

by the resistance, fifty prisoners were taken to the forest near the

village of Palmiry, north of Warsaw, and shot, among them Adam

Zamenhof. 178

After five months in the Pawiak prison, Lidia, Zofia, and Wanda

Zamenhof were sent back to Warsaw to eke out survival among the

400,000 Jews from all parts of occupied Poland sequestered within

the three-and-a-half-square-mile Ghetto, an area that normally

housed less than half as many people. Exactly one year after the

Polish Jews were first required to wear a white badge with a star of

David, the Warsaw Ghetto was sealed off, and Jewish life in Poland

was itself imprisoned.

An internal report of Heydrich�s Reich Main Security Office

glimpses Esperanto�s creator through what Lins calls �Nazi

spectacles.� 179 The �Jew Zamenhof,� the office reported, had

engineered three methods to achieve his goal of worldwide Jewish

domination: the Esperanto language; �unbridled� pacifism; and

Homaranismo, which was doubly offensive to Nazi sensibilities�it

not only aimed to blend all ethnicities and races into one people,

but it did so for the express purpose of preparing the world for

Jewish domination. 180 Examined through Nazi lenses, the invisible

empire of Ludovik Lazarus Zamenhof was starkly, menacingly

visible.

In July 1942, �translocations� began in Warsaw, ostensibly to a

labor camp �in the east.� Between five and ten thousand Jews were

rounded up daily, many lured to the Umschlagplatz with a promise

of three kilos of bread and a kilo of beet marmalade. Years later, an

Esperantist railway worker named Arszenik claimed to have offered

to smuggle Lidia Zamenhof out of the Ghetto and hide her, but she

refused to endanger him. Interviewed in France in the 1990s, her

nephew Louis-Christophe Zaleski-Zamenhof could not recall her ever

mentioning Arszenik, but he believed her response would have been

in character: �There was something holy in that little person.� 181

Toward the end of September 1942, at the age of thirty-eight, she

was among the 300,000 Jews from the Warsaw Ghetto who were

packed into cattle cars and sent to Treblinka. (Zofia had gone

voluntarily, perhaps thinking she could be of service as a medic.)

Eva Toren, then a fourteen-year-old girl who had met and

befriended Lidia that spring at a Ghetto seder, would survive to

remember Lidia�s final hours in Warsaw. In 1993 Toren recalled the

Nazis whipping, shouting, and pushing Jews into the Umschlagplatz,

where they stood without water from early morning until evening.

In the afternoon, the Germans and their Polish minions arranged the

Jews in lines five deep for the selection. Lidia was several rows

behind Eva, and they exchanged a pregnant glance. When she was

selected for deportation, Lidia �walked regally, upright, with pride,

unlike most of the other victims, who were understandably

panicked.� 182 On the fifth of September, Lidia Zamenhof boarded the

train to Treblinka, where, upon arriving, she was killed in the gas

chamber.

A few months after the war ended, the Bah�� National Spiritual

Assembly of the United States and Canada began to plan a memorial

service for Lidia Zamenhof. They consulted Shoghi Effendi: shouldn�t

she be designated among the martyrs for the Bah�� faith? On

January 28, 1946, the eve of what would have been Lidia�s forty-

second birthday, Shoghi Effendi cabled his American followers:

HEARTILY APPROVE NATIONWIDE OBSERVANCE FOR DAUNTLESS LYDIA

ZAMENHOF. HER NOTABLE SERVICES, TENACITY, MODESTY, UNWAVERING

DEVOTION FULLY MERIT HIGH TRIBUTE BY AMERICAN BELIEVERS. DO NOT

ADVISE, HOWEVER, THAT YOU DESIGNATE HER A MARTYR.183

She had intended to give her life for the Bah�� faith, but died as an

Esperantist, a Zamenhof, and a Jew.

Samideanoj III

Hanoi to Havana, or Usonozo

HANOI

1. Usonozo

I�m late to register for the Sixty-Third International Youth

Conference because the Hanoi University School for Foreign

Languages is hard to find. Like most Esperanto venues, it�s not in

the city center; it�s barely on the city outskirts, nestled among

curving, branching arteries of concrete clogged with motorbikes. It�s

a sweltering day in August, and after forty-eight hours of travel,

punctuated by twenty minutes in a shower booth at Narita airport, I

feel off-kilter, atilt, strange to myself. I�ve just looked up the

Esperanto word for jet lag, horzonozo: hor/zon/-, a compound root

meaning �time-zone,� plus the -ozo ending, meaning �a sickness.�

Timezonesickness.

I�ve come in search of a cure for Usonozo, the malady of being

American. Usonozo is a chronic, if not fatal, condition; it attacks

with every suburban barbecue and peaceful election, every rectangle

drawn around violence, whether by television, laptop, or iPhone.

Glaciers melt, empires fall, journalists garbed in saffron jumpsuits

are beheaded, but the rectangles remain, only smaller and smaller.

From time to time, Usonozo abates, as when I send my son off to

West Africa for a semester, or my daughter to a kibbutz in the Golan

Heights. And as soon as that happens, I feel anxious. I sleep fitfully;

I�m distracted, unable to pay attention. Then, when I throw my arms

around my son or daughter at the airport, the symptoms of Usonozo

kick in again: Complacency, comfort, a consummate faith in the

order of things.

So I�m here to break out of the rectangle; to see Vietnam not on

the black-and-white TV of my American childhood but among

Esperantists.

The taxi threads between two ranks of ochre stucco buildings as

we look for Building 14A, but find only Building A. When we pull up

close, we see a shadowy one and four, ghosts of the missing

numbers. V. D. Lien Hall, where the opening ceremony is to take

place, stands at the far end of a cinderblock complex. Along the

pathways lie several pools dotted with pale pink lotus flowers. The

scene is so serene, it might be a painting, but for a faint urinous

reek. I follow a concrete arcade toward the lecture hall, stepping

over a syringe tossed carelessly on the walkway. The hall is already

crowded, and though the stage is bare, people are snapping pictures,

some standing on skimpy folding chairs. The air is hot and close and

I take a seat near the door.

Sitting beside me is a sandy-haired fortyish woman in shorts,

sipping a liter of water. Her nametag reads �Sylvie 282,� and she

calls to mind a Birkenstocked French teacher I�d had in high school.

This is ostensibly a youth congress, but because Esperanto

congresses are open to all, there�s a smattering of middle-aged

people and a handful of the elderly.

�De kie vi estas?� I ask her; where are you from?

She�s from Marseilles, a lawyer, but she mainly wants to talk

about teaching Occitan, the ancient Proven�al language still spoken

in pockets of southern France and Catalonia. �Kaj vi?��and you?

�Usono.� Zamenhof�s name for my country cuts it down to size;

the �n� is for north America. �Mi loĝis en Francio kvar monatojn�antaŭ

dudek jaroj.�

Hearing that I�d spent four months in France, albeit twenty years

ago, she immediately switches from Esperanto to a fast, emphatic

French: �Have you been to the city center and isn�t the traffic

frightful? Just yesterday I was on a bus and it hit a dog, and no one

helped until finally the police came and lifted him up covered in

blood, but he was already dead!�

As a tall ponytailed guy in his twenties, the president of TEJO,

takes the podium to offer a brief welcome, Sylvie leans toward me:

�Les Croatiens ont les meil eurs accents, non?� Time to draw a line in

the sand; I�ve never crocodiled and I haven�t come here to do so.

�Jes,� I say firmly in Esperanto. �Kroatanoj havas la plej bonajn

akcentojn.�

Next, a slim, tall Vietnamese woman, like a candle with arms,

takes the lectern. She is *Lai Ty Hai Ly, the president of the Vietnam

Organization of Young Esperantists, clad in a traditional ao dai, a

long, clinging tunic in pea-green silk over gold silk trousers. By day,

she works for the refrigeration company whose logo appears on the

orange plastic fans that were distributed at registration. By night,

she devotes herself to nurturing Esperanto among the youth of her

country. She�s the person who recruited and trained the squadron of

beaming helpantoj�the twenty student volunteers in Kelly green T-

shirts. Four months ago, she advertised a free Esperanto course and

enrolled some eighty students. After six weeks, she gave an exam

and weeded out half of them. Of the forty who were allowed to

continue, half were weeded out a few weeks later by a second exam.

The remaining twenty, the crème de la crème of Hanoi�s young

Esperantists, are avid, sharp, ambitious. What drove them to learn

Esperanto was the same impulse that had sent them to intensive

English classes, to the CNN website, and to train for jobs that have

the words �international� and �global� in them.

At Hai Ly�s signal, we all rise to our feet. The Vietnamese flag�a

yellow star on a red field�is raised, followed by what must be the

national anthem; then the karaoke system begins to blare a peppier

tune: �La Espero��The Hope,� Zamenhof�s anthem for his para-

nation. Set by a French composer, F�licien de M�nil, it sounds like

the Marseillaise arranged as a polka.

The president of the Vietnamese Esperanto Association, a dark-

haired pudgy man of about sixty, takes the lectern. He gives a little

background about Esperanto in Vietnam, which dates back to 1897,

when one J. Ferra became the first European on record to speak

Esperanto in Indochina. He mentions that Ho Chi Minh learned

Esperanto during his sojourn in London (1914�17); light applause.

Apparently, the national movement was catalyzed in 1932 by Lucien

P�raire, a French Esperantist who visited Indochina during a four-

year bicycle trip across Europe and Asia. Soon government-licensed

groups sprang up in the central region known as Cochin China,

spawning congresses, journals, radio transmissions, and publishing

ventures. After the Geneva Accords of 1954, when the country was

divided into northern and southern zones, Esperantist activity

persisted in the northern sector only; not until the 1980s did

Esperanto return to the south. And only in 1995, when Vietnam was

opening up to the West during a period of rapid economic reforms,

did the Vietnamese Esperanto Association became an official

member of the UEA.

The president closes his speech by applauding the audience, then

steps to one side where, assuming a braced, athletic stance, he

becomes the Vietnamese interpreter for the benefit of local

reporters. I know I�m jet-lagged when I catch myself struggling to

comprehend his Vietnamese instead of the speaker�s Esperanto.

Like every other PowerPoint lecture ever given at an Esperanto

congress, �Vietnam En Route to Renovation� begins with four or five

people huddled around a dysfunctional projector. To relieve the

tedium, a young girl gets on a chair and with a long pole rescues a

blue balloon from a whirling fan. As applause for the rescuer abates,

the association president praises the Esperantistoj kaj Usonanoj�

Esperantists and Americans�who protested the �American War,�

offering �solidarity, friendship, and cooperation� to the Vietnamese

people. (Unmentioned is the martyrdom of samideano Alice Herz, an

elderly Holocaust survivor, who immolated herself in Detroit in 1965

to protest the war.) Suddenly two bullet points appear on the white

screen:

� 1 million handicapped

� 4 million poisoned by dioxin from Agent Orange

Next, photos of craters, defoliated jungles, bombed paddies, and

mangled bodies flash on the screen.

For the young Esperantists fanning themselves all around me, this

war is ancient history. But after two days in this country, I�ve

realized that for Vietnamese and Americans of a certain age, echoes

of the �American War� still reverberate. My husband, Leo, and I saw

them this morning, the Agent Orange victims, huddled by a

footbridge at a nearby park, showing us their stunted limbs and

begging.

2. The American War

The congress agenda for the next day�a demonstration by a blind

masseur; an exhibition of Vietnamese crafts; a �getting-acquainted�

social�couldn�t compete with my desire to see the Cu Chi tunnels, a

two-hundred-kilometer subterranean network that brought the

Saigon regime to its knees. I decided to take the day off and head for

Cu Chi; Leo stashed his laptop in a fragile-looking room safe and

came along.

The cab wove among motorbikes bearing lawn mowers, eggs,

painted shrines of red and gold. On either side of a divided

boulevard, skeins of utility wires stretched limply between poles,

then every so often snarled into nests for absent wire birds. The

spindly apartment buildings were one-room-wide structures of three

or four stories, trimmed in lilac, aqua, orange. We passed the

ironwork district, the granite district, the furniture district, the

water-tank district. Billboards with smiling faces hawked invisible

products called �Top Life� and �E-Town.� One featured two young

women with identical hairstyles locked in an earnest gaze; staunch

red capital letters at the bottom told us what was on their minds

��HIV.� Here was the English abbreviation, not the French (VIH);

while French is still lodged in the Vietnamese language in words like

ga (from gare, station) and kem (from crème, ice cream), most recent

borrowings are from English: tivi, hambogo, guita.

After driving through miles of rubber plantations, dodging bony,

dusty cows, we parked in the Cu Chi tunnels lot and were led to a

reception area to await the English-language tour. A huge portrait of

Ho Chi Minh hung up front, and one hundred empty folding chairs

stood at attention in neat rows. Even in the shade, the heat was

leaden; a dozen flushed, enervated Germans filtered in and took

seats, sipping water bottles and fanning themselves with brochures.

Suddenly from nowhere, music blared, as if a stereo left for dead

by a power outage was shuddering back to life. A TV screen lit up

with grainy black-and-white images of fire and explosions; a voice

intoned in Vietnamese, and over it, high and wrought, another

chanted rhythmically in English: �Like a crazy flock of devils, the

bombs and bullets of Washington, D.C., fell on women. Children.

Trees. Leaves. Buddhas. And into pots and pans.� In the next frame,

a pigtailed young girl was waving merrily, swathed in the black-

and-white plaid Vietcong sash. �This schoolgirl,� the shrill voice said,

�cute and gentle, lost her father. Her hatred lifted her higher. Single-

handedly she killed one hundred eighteen Americans. For her

courage she was decorated as �Brave Exterminator of American

Soldiers.�� Amid images of peasants at play, dancing, singing,

picnicking, the pinched voice continued: �The peasants fought in the

morning and plowed in the evening. Bombs could not silence their

songs and music. Their sweet country songs pushed them forward to

national victory.� At the end of the video, to throbbing strings, a

date appeared: 1983.

This is the rectangle the Vietnamese have been watching, ever

since the fall of Saigon.

Our English-speaking guide was a uniformed Vietnamese soldier.

Exotic yet bland, like the token Asian actor in a forties movie, he led

us tourists out of the pavilion, up a dirt path, pointing out a huge

crater with a tiny placard: B52 BOM. Further on, we reached a

covered pavilion in which a small group of epicene mannequins

with painted Asian eyes squatted on mats, frozen at their work:

sawing open unexploded B52 bombs, filling ersatz grenades, slicing

rubber tires up into sandals. In the longest, narrowest pavilion, a

painted mural showed six large pink figures in American uniforms,

each the victim of a different booby-trap, spurting blood from the

neck, the belly, the stump of an arm.

Begun in the 1950s, during the First Indochina War, and

elaborated in the mid-1960s, the Cu Chi tunnels were designed to be

too narrow for large American GIs to enter. Although General

William Westmoreland had an exquisitely detailed map of the tunnel

system, its dormitories, mess halls, magazines, factories, and

hospital, even its secret underwater entrance, the U.S. forces had

never been able to penetrate it. When they had sent in dogs, the

Vietcong rubbed their own faces with American soap to confuse the

animals. And once the dogs began to bleed to death in booby traps,

their American handlers quailed. Twenty-five thousand Vietnamese,

soldiers and civilians, had died in this underworld, said our guide.

�It�s a little cramped,� he added, like a young man leading us into

his first studio apartment, �don�t try to stand up.� I followed Leo

down earthen steps into damp, cool utter darkness. At the bottom, I

put my hand on his sweaty back and kept it there, afraid to lose

contact. The air smelled foul, the way the earth must smell to the

dead. Playing Eurydice to Leo�s Orpheus, I followed close through

the darkness until light fell and we began to climb the stairs.

I thought of Rose Harrington, my childhood neighbor, whose

eldest son, Jimmy, was killed in action somewhere between Saigon

and the Mekong Delta. From the Department of Defense came a gold

star, a folded flag, and Jimmy�s remains. Rose, whose name belied

her ashen pallor, was the only Gold Star mother in my town, and at

the Memorial Day parade, while we Girl Scouts broke ranks to flog

the Good Humor truck for free pops, she got a big round of

applause. An ovation, since everyone was already standing.

3. La Finavenkisto

For fifteen years, there was one air-conditioned room in Hanoi, and

it belonged to the corpse of Ho Chi Minh. Contrary to the express

wishes of �Uncle Ho,� as he is still known, who had requested

cremation, the Politburo decided that if embalming was appropriate

for Lenin, Ho deserved no less. In the early 1970s, they quarried the

innards of Marble Mountain near Da Nang and commissioned an

architect to build a mausoleum in the form of a lotus. A less floral

building is hard to imagine: a stubby gray marble cube mounted

wedding-cake style on granite plinths, it looks like a grim

communist parody of the Lincoln Memorial. Across the top is the

legend �Chu Tich [President] Ho-Chi-Minh.�

We�re lucky the mausoleum is open. Each summer �Uncle Ho� is

sent off to Moscow to a spa for the corpses of embalmed dictators,

from which he returns, refreshed with bright cosmetics, a few weeks

later. Sunday�s the busiest day of the week. Coiled around the base

of the monument three times, the line moves slowly under hot sun,

like a snake after a large meal. Up and down the line, on the other

side of an iron grille, women are hawking bottles of water,

postcards, lentil pancakes. To pass the time, I�m chatting with one of

the congress helpantoj, a serious, fresh-faced girl named Tring Ha.

She asks where I�m from.

�Usono.�

�Usono!� she says loudly. �There are no senatoroj from

Washington, D.C., and why is that?� I don�t have a good answer.

She�s something of a Usonophile, reciting the names of all the states

she knows�sixteen, including New Jersey. Suddenly, from a dark

opening at the top of the marble staircase tumbles a whoosh of cool

air. With each step we take, it gets cooler and cooler until, at the

top, uniformed guards bark in English, �Hats off, hats off!� and

we�re in.

We�ve entered a huge, draped, darkened chamber, and our eyes

come to focus on the sole source of light, as in a painting of the

Nativity: the spotlit, pasty face of Ho, who lies serenely, hands

folded, a long, gray, wispy beard spread out on his torso, extending

to his wide black belt. In my mind�s eye, I see Harpo Marx in A Night

at the Opera, scissoring the beards of the three snoring Russian

aviators. By contrast to Ho�s stillness, the line is moving fast: in a

macabre peristalsis, we�re suddenly expelled from the chamber and

the building. Blinking in the sunlight, Tring Ha asks Roddy, a roly-

poly pastry chef from Melbourne, �Ĉu vi ŝatis ĝin?�

�Yes,� says Roddy diplomatically, �indeed, I did like it.� He

pauses, thinking of what else he could possibly say. �It�s a most

important thing.�

A young man in a �Floating Village, Thailand� T-shirt says to me

quietly, in English, �That�s a lot of fuss for one dead man.� It�s Eran

Regev, a twenty-six-year-old computer geek from Tel Aviv, former

president of the Israeli Esperanto League�s youth wing. Like every

other ex-intelligence officer with a degree in mathematics from the

Hebrew University, Eran launched an IT start-up, which, now a 24�

7 commitment, is sapping his time and cramping his style. I�d been

introduced to him by Renato Corsetti, the president of the Universal

Esperanto Association, who told me afterwards, in an impressed

sotto voce, �He has a Jordanian girlfriend!� After a tour of Ho�s

official study, Ho�s country-pavilion study, and the famous one-

column pagoda, I sit next to Eran on the bus and ask whether we

can continue speaking English. I have a feeling he�s worth a little

crocodiling.

�Of course,� he says, with a plummy British accent. I ask where

his Jordanian girlfriend lives, and his face sours.

�I don�t have a girlfriend,� he snorts, like a teenager who wants

his closed door to stay closed. �Did Renato tell you that?� There is

one Jordanian member of the Esperanto youth group in Jerusalem,

he tells me, but she lives in Jordan and doesn�t come to meetings.

�She�s a friend,� he says, loosening a bit, �not my girlfriend.�

At ten, Eran decided to invent a language. When he showed his

father his early attempts, he was told, �You don�t need to do this;

someone already has.� His father hired an Esperanto tutor and took

him to the Esperanto �museum,� a single dusty room at Hebrew

University that was open a few hours a week. From time to time, a

couple of old men would show up, gossip, read newspapers, and

leave; the space has long since been reallocated. After a few months,

Eran lost interest; it was another fifteen years before he saw an ad

for an Esperanto group convening in Tel Aviv. In 2004, with a

shaky command of the language, he found himself at the

International Youth Congress in Sarajevo. For the first two days he

said nothing to anyone; on the third he started speaking and didn�t

look back. �It�s even stronger in Zagreb,� he said. �Downtown, kids

volunteer to wear signs telling what languages they speak to help

foreign visitors: �Esperanto spoken here.��

Eran knows I�m interested in Zamenhof�s Judaism, and he

recommends a few of Zamenhof�s speeches and articles about Jews,

Judaism, and Zionism. From the perfunctory way he fills me in, I

can tell it�s not really an interest of his, but you can�t be an Israeli

Jewish Esperantist and not know all this. It would be like not

knowing what a seder is.

So what is Esperanto�s attraction for Eran? �First I�ll tell you what

many other people would say,� he starts, like a debater prepping the

�cons� of gun control. �They�d say it�s great for getting hospitality in

other countries. They�d say if you travel using Pasporta Servo��the

free international hosting service��you�ll see places no tourists go

and do things no tourists do. They�d say that you show up at an

Esperantist�s door and in an hour they�ve given you the keys to their

car. And they�d say you can only do this in Esperanto.

�But they�re wrong. I�ve done it in English plenty of times.

�People also say, �Use Esperanto to fight English.� But that�s not

right either. First of all, most people in the world who talk English

are really speaking �Globish,� not English. Second, English is

encroaching on Esperanto every day. For example, people say

�futbol� but the proper Esperanto word is �pied pilko�: Foot. Ball.

People say �interneto� but they should be saying �interreto,� since reto

is Esperanto for �web.� Or �komputero� instead of �komputilo.�� He�s

authoritative, peremptory, a one-man academy. �Besides,� he says

abruptly, �English won�t last. Look, French didn�t.� I�ve heard this

before from Esperantists: Yesterday, French. Today English. In

fifteen minutes, Chinese.

�So why do I do it? Partly because I love the language. It�s

compact, it�s ingenious. It�s rigorous but flexible. It�s vital. One can

invent new words, easily, and one does. Do you know any

Esperanto slang?� he asks. I think of the last page of the �Esperanto

Phrases� website, the page with all the asterisks: P*u*s*s*y�piĉo;

C*o*c*k�kaĉo.

�No,� I say.

�Well there�s kancerfumi�to cancer yourself smoking. And mojosa,

slang for �cool.� It�s an acronym, MJS, for moderna-juna-stilo, which

means �modern youth style.� There�s another word that means

�getting good at Esperanto and losing interest��named after the

writer Kazimierz Bein, who did just that.� It�s a verb created from

Bein�s initials�KB, pronounced � ka-be��hence, kabeismo.

�I keep hearing,� I say, �that Esperanto�s easy to learn because

there aren�t any idioms. But Zamenhof assumed that the language

would grow as natural languages do. So how could there not be

idioms?�

�There are some,� Eran says; �You already know what it means to

crocodile; then there�s gufejo�literally, an owlery�a hang-out for

night-owls.�

�I have a word for you,� I countered. �Elmuri.� He�s mystified; I�ve

just stumped a star.

�To take something out of a wall?� he asks.

�To get cash from an ATM.� His dour face cracks a goofy grin; �el-

muuuur-i,� he says, as the homunculus in his brain writes it down.

�Also,� he says, �I�ve translated several Beatles songs into

Esperanto, but there�s a lot of original Esperanto music out there too

�Viro kai Virino; Esperanto Desperado.� I�ve heard them on YouTube;

the former sounds like Ian and Sylvia, the latter, like leftover Eagles.

�Do you know the song �Fina Venko�?� he asks.

�No. What does fina venko mean?�

He scans me sharply, as though trying to decide if I�m worthy of

the answer. �Well, I don�t think it�s Zamenhof�s phrase, but it means

�final victory,� the moment when everyone everywhere has realized

that Esperanto is the way to go. There�s an irony of course, because

venko means both victory and defeat. So something will be lost, and

something gained. We�ll lose the benefits of being small, the

intimacy, the bonds, but I really think this is the way the world is

headed.� He lowers his voice; here comes the confession. �I�m

optimistic about the fina venko. That�s not why most people do it.

But it�s why I do it.�

Till now, he�s sounded like a Starbucks-swilling Israeli hipster

hanging out in Nepal. Now he sounds like his own bundist great-

grandfather�or mine�patiently awaiting the final, inevitable

triumph of socialism. He�s a finavenkisto, at once much older and

much younger than I am.

�Did you grow up in Tel Aviv?� Yes, he says; when he was six, his

parents went through a messy divorce, and moved to opposite ends

of the city. He and his sister were shuttled back and forth from

mother to father.

�Week by week?� I ask.

�No,� he said, �every other day.�

A child shuttled daily between parents who don�t speak? No

wonder he�s waiting for the fina venko. �Are your parents still

living?�

�If you call it living�� he retorted. Would I have said this about

my parents at his age? About my father, taking my cancer-ridden

mother from one continent to another in pursuit of colonics,

albumen derivatives, cocktails reeking of garlic? About my mother,

always packing and unpacking, going along with it all with queenly

detachment and writing, on the backs of old syllabi, acid poems

about marriage and chemo? I might have thought it; I would not

have said it.

Eran�s father has remarried and moved to Glasgow; Eran rarely

sees him. His mother, a year ago, moved to Mumbai, where she does

yoga and volunteers at a day care center. �Midlife crisis,� he says,

rolling his eyes, and my breath catches.

What does he think I am doing here at this youth congress,

turning myself back into a child? I ask him how old his mother is.

�Forty-nine,� he says.

�I�m older than she is,� I blurt out. If Eran is surprised, he doesn�t

let on.

4. The English Teacher

We�re on the bus to Ha Long Bay, and four hours of incessant

beeping�at cars, scooters, minivans, and the skinny gray steers

who shuffle along the shoulder�have left everyone shell-shocked.

Glad to disembark at a roadside restaurant, we sit down at a round

table bearing a huge platter of watermelon. Eran starts a contest:

who can say watermelon in the most languages? Predictably, he wins

by saying it in Esperanto, Hebrew, English, Yiddish, French,

Spanish, Polish, German, Italian, Dutch, Danish, and Vietnamese.

Turns out I know one he doesn�t: the Greek karpouzi. �That�s new to

me,� he says, �but of course, karpo in Turkish is a gourd.�

Back on the bus, a slender, boyish helpanto sits down next to me.

Introducing himself as Phong, he tells me he loves to speak English�

so could we? Please?

Phong, who is twenty-four but looks eighteen, loves English

because it earns him a living. Mornings, he teaches English grammar

at an elementary school; afternoons, he tutors English to high school

kids. He earns four to five hundred thousand dong a month

(eighteen U.S. dollars), depending on how many hours he tutors.

Every morning he wakes up at five a.m. to do housework for his

mother, then rides his scooter forty-five minutes to work; evenings

are for Esperanto classes. He gets home around midnight.

It�s just Phong and his mother; no mention of siblings. His father,

he tells me, died a couple of years ago.

�Oh, I�m sorry,� I say automatically.

�No problem!� he assures me. Phong�s father fought both the

French and the Americans, and Phong himself spent two years in the

army. Before I can ask what he did there, he changes the subject

abruptly: �Do people buy power with money in the United States?�

�Well,� I venture, �running for national office is an expensive

proposition; it costs lots of money to advertise, and there are

spending limits, but there�s a way around it if you are willing to

forgo federal funding.�

�No,� he interrupts, �I mean lobbyists. Do they buy influence from

the people in the Senate? In the House of Representatives?� When I

concede that there are favors, considerations, ethics inquiries, he

seems unsurprised. Then he asks about gun control, divorce rates,

drug abuse, HIV, and education reform. He even asks about �No

Child Left Behind.�

The barrage of questions leaves me nonplussed; how exactly does

he keep up with all these issues? �I watch CNN,� he says, unable to

conceal his pleasure at having impressed me. I�d been told by a

retired American diplomat never to ask the Vietnamese directly

about the one-party system. But if not now, when? �Do you belong

to the Party?�

He pauses and says slowly, �I don�t think so.� Is he being evasive

or has he not understood my question? Hard to tell; his English is

fairly grammatical but far from colloquial. (The next day, at the

university bookstore, I purchase the textbook he�d used to study

English. Published in Vietnam, it is riddled with grammatical and

factual errors. Even the pagination is wrong: 64 followed 27, 28

followed 72, and eighteen pages are missing.)

�Well,� Phong says, �it�s not what you think. If you don�t like

who�s running, you vote someone else in. In time it will change. We

have elections every four years but it�s very different from America.

There aren�t many speeches, no one�s on TV, and there are few

posters. Very different.�

And why, when he�s so devoted to learning and teaching English,

did he take up Esperanto?

�Esperanto is a peace language,� he says simply. End of story.

We�re not even halfway to Ha Long Bay, but he suddenly asks for

my email address, as if we could possibly lose contact during this

four-day congress. I give him my card, and in my notebook he prints

in clear, small letters, �Phongsad02@yahoo.com.�

�Phong sad?�

�I started email when I was in the army. I was far from my family

and my friends, I missed my mother. I was so lonely, I thought I

would always be sad, so Phongsad is how I called myself.� I tell him

I promise to write and hope to hear, before long, that he�s changed

�Phongsad� to �Phonghappy.�

* * *

A month after Leo and I returned home, and days after our middle

son left for college, our Siberian Husky died, and not of her own

accord. When cancer left her too weak to walk, we drove her to the

vet, held her on the floor and �released� her, as the vet put it. We�d

talked it through; it was the humane thing to do. But her death felt

like a judgment on us, as though we had let the census in the still,

quiet house drop to an unconscionable level. I found an old photo of

her, a sort of glamour shot that showed off her blue eyes, and

emailed it to all the graduate students who had ever cared for her.

And I sent it to Phong.

After a month, he replied.

Dear Ms Esther,

Thank you so much for your letter. I�m so sorry that I

can write to you now. Because I have to work so much, not

enough time to check mail and answer your letter.

I also want to talk to you much more about me not my

familly because it�s not happy. As you know I was born in

unhappy familly, my father died when I was ten, and my

only younger brother died of accident three years ago. It�s

the worst thing in my life. All remaining time, I will have

to live in torment of conscience as I didn�t save his life.

When my father died, maybe I was still too little to feel

losses but when my younger brother died, I felt all the

pangs of parting. I really slumped down and I thought I

can�t continue my life. However, I have to live, live to

continue his way that he chose, studying and become a

good person.

Now, my familly has three members: my mother, me

and another younger brother but I have not accepted him

as my brother, I considered he also died. He caused so

much suffering for me. And it�s too enough!

At the moment, I wish you were here. I will take you

visit Hanoi streets in autumn, it is so beautiful, as your

soul, and you will feel fresh of life, weather � also feel

typical perfume of a typical flower in Hanoi autumn, milk

flower, I like autum as it�s sad and nice.�

I was so regretable for your dog. He was piteous.

Warm wishes to you,

write soon,

Nguyen Trang Phong

Too enough, I thought, and yet too little. How had his brother died?

How was the youngest implicated, and why the estrangement? Why

the disavowal? And why did Phong blame himself? I knew I couldn�t

ask; perhaps next autumn, in a sad moment among the milk flowers,

he would disclose more. Instead, I thanked him for telling me about

painful losses and ongoing struggles.

Phong�s next message arrived on New Year�s Day:

Dear Mrs Esther H Schor

On occasion of New Year and Christmas, I wish you and

your family would have a peace avatar heal, happiness

new annual plant and satisfaction swamp.

With all best wishes!

Nguyen Trang Phong

In response, I sent him a photo of my family at Bryce Canyon. �I

have a question,� I wrote. �Did you use a computer-translation

program in writing your message? I am trying to learn more about

them,� I added, a little lie to let him save a little face.

He replied swiftly.

Dear Mrs ESTHER!

I am so sorry. I sure that you were disappointed to me

when reading my letter. Maybe I not good at writing, and

wrong grammar so you asked me: �I have a question: did

you use any computer-translation program in writing your

message? I am trying to learn.�

Maybe I have to study more about that, because I not

good at English.

I promise I will study harder to improve this.

For that letter I used computer-translation program, it�s

a website to translate.

Best wishes.

Nguyen Trang Phong

Attached was the photo he�d promised on the bus ride: two soldiers,

barely past boyhood, wearing green Soviet-style peaked caps with

red bands, fringed epaulets, and wide, latched belts. They stand at

ease, one boot slightly in front of the other. The boy on the left,

draping a brotherly arm over Phong�s shoulder, is a full head taller.

Next to Phong, who is downcast and impassive, the boy looks almost

jovial. Rail-thin, sad Phong leans against a whitewashed colonial

balustrade, solemn as a figure on a banknote.

5. VIPs

Hanoi�s State Guest House is a white marble colonial manor; its

grand staircase, worthy of a ballroom in Dr. Zhivago, affords a

sweeping view of Hoan Kiem Lake. Here the Hanoi municipal

government has lodged the first couple of Esperantujo, UEA president

Renato Corsetti and his wife, the Esperanto novelist Anna

L�wenstein. Not every world capital would regard them as VIPs, but

this one clearly does; Renato and Anna have been given an

Esperanto-Vietnamese translator and assigned a driver for the week.

Between them, Renato and Anna have been speaking Esperanto

for some eighty years: forty years with Italian gestures and twirled

consonants, the other forty in clipped British sentences and damp

London sighs. Their two sons, now adults, were raised trilingually:

Renato spoke Esperanto with them, Anna raised them in English,

and they acquired Italian from babysitters, schools, and television.

Renato estimates that 50 percent of denaskuloj�Esperantists from

birth�stay in the movement and the rest have nothing to do with it

(at least, that�s what his domestic laboratory suggests).

Renato�s fascination with his children�s multilingualism�that and

a major heart attack�led him from banking into linguistics. He�s a

plump man in his early sixties, with benign, wide-set eyes above

flushed cheeks. Decked out in a white straw hat and khakis, he looks

more like a picnicker on the Appian Way than the president of a

worldwide NGO. He taught himself Esperanto at twenty while

studying economics, leafing through Esperanto journals in a

communist bookshop. It was the sixties; it was Rome; the streets

were aswirl with Maoists, manifestazione, and the occasional Red

Brigade bombing. Within a couple of years, Renato became

president of TEJO, the Esperanto youth wing, exchanging

demonstrations for interminable meetings, lectures, and discussions.

Anna interrupts: �Remember when you created a sensation by

tearing down the flags?� He�s amused by the question, but passes on

the opportunity to expand. Renato and Anna both reminisce with

alacrity, at a rapid tempo, but in slightly different keys. Renato�s

speech has two or three sharps, Anna�s a couple of flats.

Anna had always known that her great-uncle, a Nuremberg Jew

killed by the Nazis, had been an Esperantist. Perhaps that was why

at thirteen, weary of memorizing French irregular verbs, she

purchased a book called Teach Yourself Esperanto. At fifteen, she

went to a youth meeting but was too shy to open her mouth. Then,

like so many Esperantists, she dropped the language for years, going

on to study medieval English literature and comparative philology

at the University of Leeds. After a spell in Edinburgh, she joined her

parents in Israel in the mid-seventies. Anna�s father, a West End

actor known as Heinz Bernard, a refugee from Nazi Germany, had

put himself through school by waiting tables and skinning rabbits.

When he learned that he was adopted, he emigrated to Israel to seek

out his birth family. There he married, acquired fame and stability,

and appeared four times a week on television in a children�s show

written by his wife, Nettie. The days of skinning rabbits were over.

�Do you know the Hebrew verb l�hizdangef?� Anna asks. I do; it�s

slang for aimlessly strolling down Tel Aviv�s Dizengoff Street, full of

caf�s and shade trees. �My Esperantist friends and I used to say

�Dizengofumi.��

Renato and Anna have lived their lives in Esperanto since the

1960s, when the language became a magnet for activists. �First,

peace activists, protesting the war,� Renato says, �then in the

eighties it was all about sending food to Africa and raising money

for an AIDS vaccine and HIV awareness.� For Anna, however, the

seventies stand out: �In those days, I was very involved in women�s

liberation and the La Leche League.� She�s the author of the first

Esperanto guide to breastfeeding, or mamnutrado. �Those were the

days of Sekso kaj Egaleco [Sex and Equality], the first feminist

magazine in Esperanto. I was working in Rotterdam at the world

headquarters of UEA and I wrote it, produced it, and mailed it out.

The Eastern Europeans couldn�t send money, so we sent it free to

Eastern Europe and Brazil. It was very much of its time�lots of

articles fearing nuclear war�it was even translated into Japanese.�

The links between feminism and Esperantism, she tells me, �are still

alive today in the women�s movements of Korea, Pakistan, Bhutan,�

but Sekso kaj Egaleco had long since gone the way of all cheap,

mimeoed feminist newsletters.

�Older Esperantists, those our age��Renato points to Anna��are

still ideologues, but not the young.� After this slightly melancholic

pronouncement, he takes the tempo up a bit. �Today Esperanto is

growing in Asia, Africa, Latin America. When I�m in Asia, I feel the

tremendous enthusiasm; when I�m in Brazil I�m always hearing that

Brazilian Esperantists are going to save the world. And in Cuba�

their slogan used to be �I am a soldier of Esperanto��it�s been

supported by the regime for decades. There are still about ten

thousand Esperantists in Cuba.� In fact, they�ve had an outsized

impact on the movement, hosting the Universal Congress twice: in

1990, when Castro himself received the Esperantists at one of his

residences, and again in 2010.

�You see, the idea of neutrality is still central, and it has always

been,� says Renato.

�So, is that the interna ideo, neutrality?�

�The interna ideo is equality among people,� he says serenely. �In

the movement, every culture is worthy��in his Roman-accented

English, it rhymes with �swarthy��every culture is to be preserved.

International linguistic relations should be fair, but with English

comes American culture. And less than 10 percent of people speak

English worldwide.� I should be disturbed by this, but I feel oddly

complacent. Perhaps it�s congenital, my Usonozo�a missing gene

for universalism? Or do I harbor a few lurking cells of chauvinism?

Maybe my suburban American childhood left a hairline fracture of

the soul.

�So the interna ideo isn�t the fina venko?� I ask.

Anna chuckles: �The fina venko? Nowadays, anyone will tell you�

the fina venko�s a joke.� Anyone, but not everyone.

We�ve been talking in the bar of a boat headed for the limestone

karsts and spiky islands of Ha Long Bay. From the upper deck comes

a blast, and the boat joins three or four tiers of wooden picnic boats

already ringing a tiny dock. A boy of fifteen in mirrored shades

takes Anna by the hand and indicates that she�s to mount the chair,

cross to the next boat, wait for him to collapse the folding chair and

jump over, then repeat the exercise on the next two boats after that.

I�m betting Renato will take a pass, but when I look again, Renato

has already crossed to the next boats after that, and when I see them

next, Anna�s walking slowly and carefully down the gangplank

toward the beach, with Renato close behind.

Whoever told us we�d be back by eight this evening was wrong.

Without traffic or any discernible delays, we reach Hanoi around

midnight. The kitchen in the studentoklubo has remained open and

serves up spaghetti Bolognese for the weary, sunburned arrivals. But

after, at the dorms, there�s no hot water.

In fact, there�s no water at all.

6. Number One

At lunch the next day, I sit across from Malik, a mustachioed

Pakistani whom I recognize from the morning session. We�d just

seen images of a Korean demonstration against the �Usona Bazo��

the American base at Pyongtaek. Frame after frame, smiling

students bearing Esperanto placards: �Mi Amas Pacon� (I Love

Peace); �Pacon al Irako� (Peace to Iraq); �Faligu Pafilojn� (Down with

Guns). In one image, a student waves an Alfred E. Neuman�style

caricature of George W. Bush, reading �BUSH: REIRU AL VIA

STELO!� (Go Back to Your Star!); boisterous laughter from the

audience. I might have laughed along at this laughingstock of a

president, but somehow I felt uneasy and isolated. To my left, Malik

rose to speak and, since it�s the custom to recite one�s congress

number, held up his badge, declaring �I�m Number One!� Evidently

he was the first to register online for the congress. Whether he

meant to comment on Bush or not was hard to say; waves of

laughter drowned him out.

In the cafeteria, wearing a pale blue Izod shirt, Malik has the

bluff, well-met manner of a businessman at the club, a man who

knows his own importance. He�s a Canadian citizen from Montreal,

Pakistani by birth, who speaks eleven languages. The rest of the

story takes two hours, and yes, he�ll get to Bush, eventually.

In the early 1970s, during the Indo-Pakistani War, Malik moved

to Tehran. One day, while reading a magazine in a butcher shop, he

saw an ad for Esperanto, bought a teach-yourself book, and then

enrolled in a course. Esperanto in Iran, having been dormant for

forty years, was enjoying a revival. At its height, before the cultural

revolution of 1980 shut it down again, Esperanto was taught at

Tehran University and in clubs, schools, and mosques; the city

boasted seven hundred trained instructors. Among them was the

man who taught Malik�s class of five hundred students, droning into

a microphone for an hour. Malik soon started attending Tehran

Esperanto Club picnics. �They knew what they were doing,� he said;

�they got you to speak Esperanto by fining you for every word of

Farsi spoken.�

In 1979, when Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini left his house near

Paris to board a plane for Tehran, Malik realized his days there were

numbered. The day the Tehran Esperanto Club members were bused

to an audience with Khomeini, he�d missed the bus. It was an

accident, he said, �but if you had to miss a bus, this was the bus to

miss.� That particular meeting was uneventful, but Esperanto would

soon be throttled by the grip of Islamic law; by the end of three

months, Malik had made his way back to Pakistan. Back in

Islamabad, wondering if he were the only Esperantist in the country,

he resolved to teach Esperanto, putting into practice what he�d

learned in Tehran: enroll eager students, go for picnics, and fine the

crocodiles.

No dog is as shaggy as the story of how Malik tracked down the

famed Mr. Muztar Abassi, the founder of Esperanto in Pakistan.

(Abassi had also published an Esperanto-Urdu dictionary and would

later translate the Koran.) Suffice it to say that Malik met with an

imam who had known Abassi only to find, after a day doing the

imam�s errands, finding a proper gift, and sitting patiently for

hours, that Abassi had been waiting for him in the mosque the entire

day.

The lunchroom has been emptying steadily for a half hour, and

we�re the only ones still sitting with trays. Suddenly Malik picks up

a greenish banana from his tray, frowns at it and excuses himself.

He strides to the kitchen and brandishes the banana high in the air

until a cook runs over to replace it with a bright yellow one. From

across the room, Malik waves his new banana at me, like a crescent

of moon he�d personally plucked from the night sky, then returns

and takes his seat.

�Usonanoj,� he says�had this been our topic all along,

Americans?��they�re all brainwashed.�

They? Me? All of us?

�It�s Bush this, Bush that,� he says with disgust, �Bush, Bush. For

Americans it�s work, the game, sleep, and more brainwashing. They

need to be liberated.�

Suddenly he says in English, �Why do I learn Esperanto when I

can just speak English? Esperanto has changed my life. I have

friends around the world; I am open-minded; in Esperantujo I have,

believe me, a different personality. Esperanto means love your

language and country while loving all others.� He gestures around

the near-empty lunchroom, then lowers his voice a shade. �All the

Pakistanis I know in Montreal have no idea how to love other

people without prejudice. They�re sending their kids to English-

speaking schools. Why? Because maybe��mockingly��someday��

pause��maybe someday they�ll be going back and then where would

the kids be if they didn�t know English? But not me,� he says,

shaking his head vigorously. �My child will learn French; I�m not

afraid of that.

�Look,� he says, leaning in; he�s about to say something personal

�about me. �You�re Jewish��I hadn�t told him��I�m Muslim, but in

Esperanto we�re both speaking one language. Where did I get my

first Koran in Esperanto?� A beat. �From an Israeli at an Esperanto

congress.�

It�s past two p.m. and we�re both a little talked out, so he asks a

ponytailed volunteer, mid-flirt with an Australian at the next table,

to take our picture. We pose as she zooms in and out, in and out.

Malik breaks the pose, takes the camera from her and refocuses it on

me. Then he surrenders it and resumes the pose. She has turned the

camera vertically this time, and he doesn�t like it. �Ne ne ne,� he

says, going over to her, taking the camera and refocusing it.

�Tiel!��like this! Biting her lip, she holds the camera tightly and

snaps before Malik can resume his grin. �Denove!� he says�again!�

and she snaps it again, and then again. I know he wants me in his

album of open-minded Esperantists who love our languages and

countries while loving all others. But I�m finding it hard to hold the

pose.

* * *

It�s Friday afternoon, and the closing ceremony is getting under

way. The humidity, as always, is suffocating, and many of the

younger Esperantists, out late �owling� the night before, look sleepy

and sullen. Some of the helpantoj nod off during the �bird-of-paradise

dancers,� three svelte, balletic young Hanoians with bare midriffs.

They even sleep through the next act, a fellow playing an

earsplitting piccolo directly into the microphone, and the next, a

deep serenade on what looks for all the world like a Vietnamese

didgeridoo.

Hai Ly, seraphic in an immaculate white an doh, thanks five

groups of people with five different speeches, each culminating in a

reading of a dozen names. The day before, I�d asked her whether she

saw any conflict between the staunch nationalism one encounters

everywhere in Vietnam and the internationalism of Esperanto. She�d

hesitated, as if summoning the effort to correct my most basic

assumptions about both Vietnam and Esperanto. After a moment,

she said simply, �No.� What it meant was, We are already living in

two worlds: Asian and Western, communist and capitalist. One world

scarred and maimed by war; another nurturing and cherishing peace.

One, a world we inherited; the other which you Americans have thrust

upon us and which we are frantical y making our own.

Each person thanked, without being asked, ascends the stage.

When Hai Ly�s salute ends, a trumpet fanfare blares on the PA, then

a loud, thumping disco. The ranks of the thanked wave rhythmically

to the beat. From either side of the stage comes a helpanto bearing

an armload of longstemmed red roses, one for each person onstage.

When it comes time to thank the helpantoj, Hai Ly�s voice cracks with

emotion; tears roll down her face. She has nurtured them,

encouraged them, motivated them to learn the language of peace.

Most helpantoj weep openly. �In Esperanto,� Hai Ly says, over the

din, �we don�t say goodbye. We say ĝis la revido��till we meet

again.�

I can�t make out what Hai Ly says next, but the entire audience

gets up and shuffles onto the stage. The official photographers are

shouting in Vietnamese and trying to wave the crowd toward the

center, as if by remote control. But the mass congeals slowly, as the

samideanoj hug and weep and move on to hug and weep again. I

follow them up to the stage, and we huddle together, sweaty and

damp, amid the rank, close odor of our bodies. It strikes me that

they�re expert at something Zamenhof was adept at, too: this life in

two worlds. What Zamenhof did in Bia�ystok, Vietnamese teens are

doing today in Bien Hoa.

And somewhere in heaven, where the lingua franca is surely

Esperanto, Zamenhof must be watching his youngest children,

posing like the Boulogne and Dresden and Warsaw delegates before

them, for the official congress portrait. Perhaps he is shivering�as I

am, despite the tropical heat�to hear the youth of Hanoi, Hue, and

Ho Chi Minh City belting out �La Espero,� karaoke-style, to the

timeless whirring of fans.

7. You Got That Right

After giving away dozens of Princeton decals and amassing a heap

of paper flowers and fans, I left the congress, picked up Leo, and we

headed for the airport. We�d planned a brief trip to what the tourism

industry calls �the imperial capital of Hue�; in fact, we wanted to

see the site of the brutal, protracted battle in which the Americans

and South Vietnamese wrested Hue from the Vietcong, who had

occupied it during the Tet Offensive of 1968. Since arriving in

Vietnam, we�d been treating our Usonozo with pilgrimages of

various kinds�to the Cu Chi tunnels; to the Hoa Loa prison, aka the

Hanoi Hilton; to the Vietnamese Women�s Museum, with its strange

relics of the war, all made by Vietcong women: a three-inch metal

comb in the shape of a shot-down American plane, ersatz lamps

made from U.S. grenades, and a flower vase made from a fifty-

seven-inch shell on which the names of thirty-two girls were

inscribed. And now, Hue; the name itself conjured U.S. Marines in

bandoliers running through city streets, sprayed by gunfire.

Our guide was Tran Dinh, a stocky, olive-skinned fellow in his

late thirties with thick brows and a black baseball cap. When he met

us at the airport, he haltingly read out our names from his clipboard,

greeting us in slow, deliberate English�an act, as it turned out.

Snapping shut the folder, he grinned and said, �Let�s get this Boeing

going!� When I praised his pronunciation, he said, �You see, I

clooooose my syllllllables with connnnnsonants. I make my tongue

work! I exercise my muscle! Most Vietnamese never learn this. They

wah instead of walk. They ta instead of talk.�

Tran Dinh showed us the tower where the Vietcong had raised the

flag in Hue. Inside the citadel, the geomancers had done their work,

laying out in fortuitous arrangements courts within courts, each

defined by who was permitted to enter it. Less than a third of the

citadel had survived the battle for Hue, and we spotted a bullet-

pocked octagonal concrete emplacement set in the rear gate by the

Americans. Outside in a park were several mangled American cars

and copters on display.

After answering a barrage of questions from Leo and me, Tran

Dinh took a deep breath and laughed. �Hey, guys, you remind me of

one of my American clients who asks a lot of questions. She�s a child

psychologist and a writer. A Jewish person.�

There was a brief, uncomfortable pause. Leo said, �We�re Jewish

too.�

Tran Dinh lit up. �Yeah? Jews?� he said delightedly. �I love Jews!

Jews are so smart, they want to know everything. I have many

Jewish clients from America. Do you know the Morowitzes?�

�Well,� I managed, �there are a lot of Jews in America, about six

million. We couldn�t possibly all know each other.�

�But tell me,� he continued, �don�t you Jews know each other

when you see each other? You can tell, can�t you?� There seemed to

be no point in weighing the consequences of one particular answer

over another, so I said, �Sometimes. It�s not a simple thing; there are

so many Jews who have intermarried. I teach courses on Jewish

subjects, and you never really know for sure which students are

Jewish.�

For sure? Did I really say that�for sure?

�Well,� he said confidentially, �I�ll tell you something. I�m the

only guide I know who volunteers to lead Israelis. Most of the guides

I know just refuse�they say they ask too many questions, they

demand and demand, they interrupt constantly, you can�t tell them

anything. But me, I can take them! I can take them any day! I love

Jews!�

My mother used to say that the line between philo-Semitism and

anti-Semitism is very faint; Leo changed the subject. �So you�re

collecting American expressions?�

�Yooooooooou betcha,� said Tran Dinh, showing us a Chinese

knockoff of a PalmPilot.

�Do you know �What-ever�?� asked Leo, imitating a disaffected

teen.

Tran Dinh shrugged it off. �What-ever? Old hat.�

�Well,� said Leo, �here�s how you do �what-ever� in sign

language.� He made two v�s with his thumb and forefinger, merged

them into a W and pushed it forward. Tran Dinh looked bored.

�Thanks,� he said flatly.

�Okay,� I said, �try this: �Stuff happens.� It�s another way of

saying �What-ever.��

Tran Dinh pondered. �Is it vulgar?� he asked.

�Well, no,� I said, �in fact it really means �Shit happens,� which is

vulgar. In fact, �Stuff happens� is sort of polite. You want to be

colloquial without being vulgar, right?�

�You said it.�

�Tran Dinh,� Leo cut in, �try this: �You got that right.��

Tran Dinh said it softly to himself once or twice then tried it out

loud. �You got that right.�

�No,� said Leo, setting the bar high for a performer like Tran

Dinh. �It�s �you got that right.��

�You-got-that-right,� said Tran Dinh with relish and took out the

PalmPilot. �I�m adding that to my list, and �Stuff happens.� And also

�Shit happens.� That makes eight hundred forty-four phrases. When I

get to one thousand I am going to publish them and sell them to all

the tour guides.� While the Esperantists in Hanoi had been dreaming

of a better world, here was Tran Dinh�s dream of betterment, selling

his English in exchange for�what? A reprieve from taking graying

American vets through Khe Sanh, weekend after weekend? For a

brief vacation in the Tonkin Alps?

�And with this list,� he said, waving the device, �I will make a

kil ing.�

* * *

An hour later, on a high bluff overlooking the Perfume River, we

mount the steps to the seven-level Thien Mu Pagoda. In a flat pine

grove on the summit lies a monastery. Outside, a few young boys of

ten or eleven, shorn but for a single hank of black hair, mill about in

baggy beige tunics doing chores: some sweep; others, wearing

yellow rubber gloves, scrub steps. Tran Dinh jokes with the chore-

doers, who agree to pose for a picture with him, then return to their

tasks. When we reach a temple containing the Buddhas of past,

present, and future, I ask whether he and his family are practicing

Buddhists. �Long story,� he sighs, like a student asked why he�d

switched majors from pre-med to English. �I believe in God, I am a

spiritual person, but I don�t practice. But my father�� He sucks on

his water bottle.

�My father is now a mendicant monk�but he wasn�t always.

During the war, it was a terrible time; you didn�t know within a

family who was what, some were fighting for the SVA [South

Vietnamese Army] in the daytime and reporting to the NVA [North

Vietnamese Army] in the nighttime. My father was in the SVA and

felt very, very bitter when the Americans left in �73. When the war

was over, the government tried to make him speak, tried to make

him bend��he holds his forearm up rigidly��but he wouldn�t bend.

Would. Not. Bend.� He fake-pushes the rigid arm with the other arm

but it doesn�t budge.

�Then they took him away for four years of �reeducation.� Up a

creek. No paddle.�

He�s skipping decades, now, but the present presses. �So not long

ago, he asked my mother to grant him his freedom to become a

monk�he had to ask her, that�s the rule�and she did. So he left to

become a monk. He lives very simply with other monks, he eats

little, only vegetables; he spends little. I don�t see him much, and

when I see him, he won�t joke with me anymore.� There�s sorrow in

his eyes, and I can see what he�s lost: the joy of making his father

laugh, his apprenticeship for a career of clowning with tourists.

We�ve reached what appears to be an open three-car garage. In

the first bay is a rusty vintage sedan in robin�s-egg blue; behind it,

on a wall, hangs a large black-and-white photograph. It�s weirdly

familiar: a slight man sits in the street, straight-backed in a lotus

position, a white plastic canister of gasoline tossed onto the

roadway beside him. There�s a brightness in the center that the

photo can�t entirely capture; he�s on fire, this meditating man, wild

tongues of flame licking his shaved head and bare feet. He seems to

lean back slightly on his throne of fire, his contour clear, black, and

motionless, tiny bright flames at his collar and sleeves. To his left, a

small knot of monks in flowing white robes stand like Graces in

front of a crowd and opposite them, a large grey sedan with its hood

agape, as if in surprise.

Only it wasn�t gray, it was robin�s-egg blue, and this is the car.

From this monastery, in the summer of 1963, a seventy-one-year-

old monk had driven to a major intersection in Saigon to protest the

oppression of Buddhist monks by the American-backed Diem regime.

He parallel-parked, and while nuns wept and monks chanted, he

went into the road and sat cross-legged until someone emptied a

canister of gasoline over his head and shoulders. In one hand, he

clutched beads; with the other, he struck a match, and in what

Diem�s sister-in-law blithely called a �barbecue party,� sat

motionless within the flames, lips moving in silent sutras, counting

out the days until the coming war.

My six-year-old self, cross-legged on the lineoleum, watched on

TV.

HAVANA

8. The True Believer

As I�d told family and friends all spring, �I�m going to Havana legal y,

from Miami; there are permits for writers; did you know there are ten

direct flights a day?� I soon learned that for me, no permits were on

offer. Instead, I was to look up the categories of travel excluded

from the U.S. embargo, which was still in place at the time, choose

the most applicable, and book a charter. Upon my return, I was to

show documents validating my claim for an exemption to whichever

Immigrations and Customs Enforcement agent happened to be on

duty. In my case, he was Cuban-American and decidedly

unimpressed by my credentials. After barking that I�d just flouted the

embargo and incurred a $250,000 fine, he waved over another

agent, who ushered me into a detention room, where I sat for forty-

five minutes before being sent into the next room, which turned out

to be an agriculture check, and in two more minutes I was outside,

waiting for a cab.

But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me go back, which is what

one does here in Cuba, where the cars seem to be driven by relatives

who�ve been dead half a century.

When I arrive at the opening ceremonies in the vast Convention

Center, which the government has let the Esperantists use gratis to

suck some hard currency into the economy, a Hungarian history

teacher accosts me: �Jos� Antonio is looking for you,� she says. I had

never met *Jos� Antonio Vergara, a Chilean physician and public

health official, but he is known by all: �You couldn�t hope to find a

more optimistic Esperantist,� an elderly samideano once told me;

�he�s a true believer.� I find Vergara, in an ironed shirt white as a

lab coat, and he asks if I�ve come to Havana legally.

�Yes,� I say hesitantly, without expanding on the complications.

�Wonderful!� he says, �because we need you! We need you to give

the official greeting from the Esperantists of the United States to the

people of Cuba! Please say a few words and use this phrase of Jos�

Mart�: in Spanish it�s �Patria es humanidad��you understand? Only

say it in English.�

My throat constricts; I�m a Cold War baby boomer raised on Get

Smart and civil defense drills. What can I possibly say to the people

of Cuba? I�m feeling a little faint, but before I can bow out, Vergara

ushers me to a seat on the stage.

I have five minutes to craft a salute to the Cuban people in

Esperanto and deliver it to an audience of two thousand.

There are preliminaries, of course: greetings from the minister of

culture, a boisterous rendition of �La Espero,� and a performance by

an improbably sexy twelve-year-old accordionist in braids. Then the

traditional salutations begin, alphabetically: Argentinio, Aŭstralio,

Belgio � Someone reads a salutation in Quechua; a Khazakh woman

in a red scarf sings hers. By the time they call �Usono,� cameras are

flashing, tripods trained on the lectern. I grab the podium to steady

myself. It�s hot under the lights.

(Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.)

Kiel vi scias, la vojaĝado al Kubo estas malpermisata al

civitanoj de Usono. Tamen, kelkaj verdegaj, kuraĝaj usonanoj

suksesis alveni al Havano por partopreni tiun gravan kongreson

ĉar, en la vortoj de Jos� Mart�, �Our homeland is humanity.�

As you know, travel to Cuba is forbidden to American

citizens. Nevertheless, some very green [i.e., Esperantist],

brave Americans succeeded in coming to Havana to

participate in this important congress, because, in the

words of Jose Mart�, �Our homeland is humanity.�

Applause gathers, grows, rumbles, amid football hoots and

vuvuzelas droning from the mezzanine. Later, listening online, I�ll

count the seconds of applause: thirty-four.

Afterward, when I reach the coffee bar, people surround me,

pumping my hand, patting me on the back, thanking me for the

risks I�ve taken in solidarity with the Cuban people. Besides, says a

young man from Brazil, it is so brave of me to go on national

television, given that I am there illegally.

�But I�m here legally,� I say. �I�m not one of the brave

Americans��but the young Brazilian isn�t listening. �Don�t worry,

Esther, I�ve already erased my video of you,� he says. �I don�t want

to get you into any trouble.�

I hope all the videos will have been erased by the time I reach

Miami.

* * *

Jos� Antonio Vergara loves to speak English and says he prefers to

speak it with me. His English is everything my Esperanto is not:

fluent, exacting, nuanced; perhaps the prospect of a long interview

in my uneven Esperanto seems a chore. While he speaks, his right

hand is always moving; for emphasis, he points to something in the

air, slightly above his head.

�When I was a child in Valdivia, Chile was a very poor country,�

he says. �Not as poor as it became during the dictatorship, but poor.

I was hungry for ideas, looking outward to the world, and at

seventeen I spent two months in England as an exchange student.

Esperanto always caught my attention, and in the early eighties,

when I entered medical school, I took a correspondence course and

soon began to teach it. Esperanto was peripheral to my life, then; I

was teaching it to protest the dictatorship. I joined the Youth

Communist League at university and in medical school.� He grows

quiet; his hand stills. �I myself was never tortured, but I had friends

who were killed.� His demeanor is grim, but periodically his eyes

dart to someone waving at him in the distance; he brightens for a

second, then locks my gaze again. �But in eighty-nine, when the

communist regimes fell in Eastern Europe, I felt betrayed. I had put

my intelligence and prestige on the line to support these regimes,

and when I learned what they had really done, I became personally

depressed.�� He trails off, uneasy about recounting the fall of

Communism as an identity crisis. But that is the story he needs to

tell.�In 1992, I finally left the party. For a time I was like a refugee. I

had been a militant atheist, always resisting the concept of

spirituality. But when I read a book about Buddhism, I thought, This

is what I stand for: Protection of life. Compassion. Lovingkindness. I

was amazed. It�s an ethical tradition, not a transcendental faith.

Besides, I was always a solitary man, even as a doctor. I specialized

in epidemiology, and after six years in primary care, became a

regional public health officer.� He�s now in charge of a region of

800,000 people.

�Esperanto became a part of my life because it meshed with my

hopes for peace and equality. It was always pure,� he says, a man

who knows what it is to suffer diseases of both body and soul. �It

enables me to stand for what I believe in�in a practical way. The

idea itself is genius; I don�t care about power and I know [the

numbers] are modest. What�s important is that people choose it. In

2003, at the congress in Fortaleza, I decided to improve my

involvement in Esperanto. I�m an activist for Esperanto. And for

linguistic diversity. And for biodiversity. And for scientific literacy.�

Suddenly he grins, his finger tracing 360 degrees in the air. �You

know, Havana, here, was my first congress in 1990, and now.�� It�s

as if he has been sitting here in the convention center for twenty

years, waiting for it to fill up again with Esperantists. And it has.

�Esperanto is not the answer,� he says, then points to himself. �I�m

happier because of Esperanto, here, meeting my friends from

abroad. It is not enough to think about happiness of the group�we

have to think about happiness as an individual attainment.� He

shrugs; the statement doesn�t quite fit with his announced credos,

but he stands by it. �I�m a true believer,� adds Jos� Antonio Vergara,

as if he needed to.

9. �Tiel la Mondo Iras�

The highlight of Vergara�s first congress�the Havana Congress of

1990�was Fidel Castro�s lavish garden party for the Esperantists. A

video, posted on YouTube by Michael Cwik, shows a barrel-chested

Fidel in full military regalia. He stands before a banquet table,

flanked by a bespectacled translator whose head doesn�t quite reach

Fidel�s epaulets. The mode is vaudeville: Fidel bellows his greeting,

clasps his hands and waits for the translation, but the translator

sounds like a field mouse. �Alto! Alto!� (Loud! Loud!) roars Fidel, to

explosive laughter, and the Esperantists chime in, �Laute! Laute!� �If

you are dismayed,� says Fidel, �remember that Christianity started

with a smaller group� (laughter). �Sure, they were persecuted and

crucified� (guffaws, as he grotesquely mimes a crucifix); �sure, some

were thrown to the lions� (chuckles). �But in the end it spread to

many parts. I hope you won�t be crucified� (high hilarity) �and

thrown to the lions� (shrieks of laughter), �but nevertheless, you will

win because the idea is very just.� Thunderous applause; they�ve all

succumbed to it�Fidel fever.

Before closing, Fidel thanks the Esperantists for choosing Havana:

�I�m sure that this congress will improve interest in Esperanto for

our people.� It could hardly do otherwise. Since the first Cuban

Esperanto organization was founded in 1909, Esperanto has endured

through corruption, revolution, famine; an article here, a lecture

there, a class somewhere else, with few congresses and very little of

the usual hosting and guesting of international visitors. Twenty

years after the revolution, in 1979, the Cuba Esperanto Association

(KEA) was founded; within ten years the UEA opted to hold the 1990

congress in Cuba. Fidel�s prophecy was correct; membership rose in

the aftermath of the 1990 congress, and in the decade between 1997

and 2007, it rose by 20 percent.

The Cubans running the present congress are fluent,

sophisticated, worldly; among them are a publisher, a radio

producer, a lawyer, a translator, a professor of philosophy. They�re

all decades-long veterans of the movement and well known, since

every summer a couple of them are sent by the government to

attend the Universal Congress. Fidel hasn�t shown up this year, but

our Cuban hosts are following his lead by throwing us a party�

daily. Every afternoon, while sessions plod on in the partly air-

conditioned convention center, three or four live bands, all lavishly

costumed, play while teenage helpantoj fan out onto the dance floor

like bar mitzvah motivators. Monday, merengue; Tuesday, salsa;

Wednesday, cha-cha; Thursday, rhumba; Friday, samba. Each muggy

afternoon, to the beat of bongos and claves, Esperantists from

Europe, Asia, Australia, and North America dance with the Cuban

rank and file. Those Cubans who are bused in from remote areas are

hard for me to understand; they swallow Esperanto syllables in the

best Cuban style and, anyway, it�s tough to hear anything above the

music.

The habanero volunteers can afford to come only because the UEA

pays their daily bus fare. They attend the congress gratis in

exchange for volunteer duties, as do the samideanoj from Camaguey

and Santiago de Cuba. Toward the end of the congress, each Cuban

will receive a voucher for 33 CUC (Cuban convertible pesos, keyed

to the U.S. dollar) to spend at the on-site Esperanto bookstore. In a

country where the average monthly wage is the equivalent of 15

CUCs, this is fairly miraculous. It�s clear they won�t be buying

Esperanto books to resell them; to whom? What is usually a high

point of a Universal Congress�the comical auction, run by

auctioneer Tonkin�is embarrassing; our Cuban hosts sit together

quietly on the sidelines, as affluent Europeans outbid one another

for trinkets.

Adrian, the Dutch public health professor whom I first met in

Turkey, is here in Cuba; it�s his fourth visit, and he has promised to

introduce me to some friends in Old Havana. While I wait for him in

the lobby, I overhear Geraldo, a slim thirty-something Cuban in

black skinny jeans, lecture two young Germans on the history of

U.S.-Cuban relations�in detail, at length, and vehemently. (In fact,

Geraldo has been living in Switzerland for the past ten years, as I

learned when I met him yesterday during a tour of Hemingway�s

house, where the guards themselves panhandle for tips.) It�s all news

to them, and it�s not the version I was taught in my sixth-grade

social studies class. �For the U.S.,� he concludes, �it�s the politics of

ripe fruit, as if it all just fell into their hands. So that�s what the

revolution was fought for: to return their rightful property to the

Cuban people.�

On the plane, when we�d started our descent fifteen minutes after

leaving Miami, I could already glimpse the island that was once my

country�s toy, playground, whore. Along the wide avenues tread the

ghosts of gamblers, rumrunners, and babes, but their automotive

legacy�s distinctly less ghostly. Among the Ladas and Volgas run

plump �50s Chevrolets and Packards, painted in only three colors:

Caribbean blue, pine green, and salmon. �Coco Island,� the

amusement park near the convention center, was once �Coney

Island�; a grand clubhouse along the beach now provides recreation

for the machinists� union. And inexplicably, the famed Tropicana

still sells eighty-CUC tickets for the nightly open-air burlesque show,

which even the revolution couldn�t disrupt. The showgirls may be

adolescent, but the tassels on their nipples just turned seventy.

* * *

Except for a few square blocks refurbished with UNESCO funds, Old

Havana is in ruins. The buildings� elegant scrolled facades are weed-

ridden and crumbling; bits and pieces of stucco the size of

cinderblocks fall onto puddled, cratered streets. Walls inside the

doorways are festooned with electrical wires, strung to ersatz

apartments built on platforms in what were once cavernous

mansions. �Here you�re a walking purse,� says Adrian as we reach

the Malec�n, a bayside esplanade overlooking rusted iron piers,

from which small boys are jumping into the water. �Be careful,� he

says, gesturing toward a woman approaching with an infant. She

points to my water bottle, then to her baby. I hand her the bottle,

thinking she wants to give him a sip, which she does, then she

pockets the bottle and moves on. In the park, a man asks to borrow

my pen and I give it to him; he pockets it and strolls off. Just

yesterday, on a tour bus, I took out a bag of nuts and raisins and

held it open to a Cuban samideano across the aisle. �Dankon,� he said

earnestly, taking the bag; he ate a handful and put the rest in his

backpack.

I�ve seen people this poor and poorer in Mexico City, in Dakar, in

the Bronx, but they did not look this healthy. Men, women, and

children are well nourished and able-bodied, their limbs whole, their

skin�whether the color of espresso or of caf� au lait�clear. There

are many teeth and few pregnant bellies: the government supplies

both dental care and contraceptives. I see plenty of older people

around (though it�s difficult to say how old), ambulatory and self-

sufficient. In fact, Cuba comes out ahead of the United States in a

few major health indices including life expectancy (78.3 compared

to 78.2) and infant mortality (6.95 deaths per thousand live births,

compared to 7.07). Cuba�s fertility rate is distinctly lower than that

of the United States (1.48 compared to 2.05 in the United States and

nearly 5 in Senegal).

The next day, along with seven volunteers carrying fifteen bags

of toys, I board a van for the National Institute of Oncology and

Radiology. Beside me is *Juli�n Hern�ndez Angulo, the charismatic

president of the KEA. He�s a sturdy, dark man in his mid-fifties with

wise, luminous eyes; he�s an educator. There�s an air of nobility

about him, as though he were posing for a heroic bust. (So that

Juli�n could learn Esperanto in the late 1970s, a friend laboriously

transcribed, in its entirety, Teach Yourself Esperanto.) When I ask him

to fill me in on his life in Esperanto, Juli�n cuts to the chase: �I work

every day for Esperanto.� I know what this means for a middle-aged

Cuban man: working a full-time job; supporting a family; queuing

for bread, medical care, and rations; yet somehow setting aside time

for Esperanto. As the bus stops at a red light in front of the

Necropolis Crist�bal Col�n, Juli�n points out the final resting place

of La Milagrosa. Dying in childbirth, she was buried with her

stillborn child at her feet, but years later, when her casket was

opened, the baby lay cradled in her arms. Her tomb is a holy site for

pregnant women and mothers of sick children.

As in the tomb, so in the pediatric cancer ward: mothers stay close

to their children. They�re admitted along with their kids, sleep beside

them, and remain there for the duration of treatment. These children

are the most serious cases in the country, sent here from twelve

other oncology centers in Cuba. One by one, they�re accompanied to

the community room by their mothers, to select the offered toys: a

toddler on an IV, a boy with an eyepatch, a bald teenage girl who

rolls her eyes at the toys with a look that says �I haven�t been six for

a decade.� A few minutes later a wild-haired young pediatric

oncologist hurries in to greet us. The statistics are very promising,

she says cheerfully; 70 percent of these patients survive for at least

five years. Silently, I do the math: if we come back in five years,

four of these fourteen children won�t be alive.

When the kids are settled in with their toys, Juli�n grabs his

guitar and stands up. He explains that we�re Esperantists from

countries all over the world; being Spanish-speakers, the mothers

seem to catch the word for hope. �We are so happy to be here with

you,� says Juli�n, �that we want you all to join us in a song.� Juli�n

begins to strum and in a sweet tenor voice, sings an upward swing

of melody.

Tiel la MONDo iras,

Tiel la MOND�

�This is how the world goes��it�s a song about hard times and

heartache, violence and loss. At the end of each sad verse, Julian

knocks twice on the guitar, as if waking us up to yet another day in

such a world. And like the world itself, the chorus goes and goes,

around and around, and we Esperantists all join in; some of the

mothers are singing, too. Not the children, busy with their toys�all

but three or four who, nestled in their mothers� arms, have

surrendered to sleep.

10. Devil�s Advocates

The following afternoon, the Esperantology session provides some

unexpected comic relief. Amri Wandel, the wiry, ingratiating

astrophysicist who heads the Israel Esperanto League, chairs a

session called �Esperanto in the Shadow of English.�

�The old arguments for Esperanto,� Wandel begins, �that it�s

neutral, easy to learn, and equal to any occasion, are no longer

enough. It is time to radically change our arguments for Esperanto.�

To make the point, he has posed six provocative questions that stack

the dice against Esperanto, the last of which is �In fifty years, will

the UEA have 100,000 members or 100?� What follows is a public

debate between proponents of �universal� Esperanto and �global�

English. Taking the pro-English side are two of the most diehard and

devoted Esperantists in existence�UEA President Probal Dasgupta

and Jos� Antonio Vergara, joined by a Finnish professor of media

studies.

The three pro-English debaters warm to their roles instantly. They

argue vehemently, confidently, contemptuously, rapidly ticking off

the points against Esperanto: that English is clearly dominant in

every branch of international activity and communication; that it

matters how many people speak the language; that while Esperanto

is a nice idea, it will never be more than a coterie pursuit. The

audience finds the incongruity of it all comical, and clearly the

debaters are amusing one another as well. Maybe there�s something

cathartic for these three in assuming the voice of doubt, as they�ve

encountered it in all the cocksure colleagues and friends who treat

their abiding passion for Esperanto as nothing more than an

idiosyncrasy; at best, a quaint quirk. What Wandel had hoped for

was to point out a middle way forward, a secure place for Esperanto

in a world dominated by English, only it hasn�t quite worked out

that way. �Well,� he jokes when the applause dies down, �I suppose

there really isn�t a need for Esperanto after al .� Given his

Esperantist credentials�former TEJO president, Israeli Esperanto

League President, academician, and father of three denaskuloj�I

marvel at his aplomb. But it dawns on me that this game of devil�s

advocate has been played before on the Esperantist stage�more a

ritual, perhaps, than a game.

* * *

This year, the talk of the congress is a lecture by Spomenka Stimec,

an eminence in the Esperanto world of letters. A Croatian novelist

and dramatist writing exclusively in Esperanto, Spomenka�s in her

late fifties, her coppery hair bobbed in a Dutch boy cut. She has just

pulled off something remarkable: winning a competition for EU

funds to support the translation of children�s books from Bengali

into Italian, Croatian, and Slovenian, and the reverse. The proposal,

undertaken jointly by the Croatian Esperanto League and publishers

in Slovenia, Italy, and India, acknowledged that there are no

literary translators from Bengali to these three languages. Instead,

the translation would be transacted through an �as-yet-undecided�

bridge language.

�We did not parade the word Esperanto before the EU,� Spomenka

says drily, which may be why they won the grant of thirty-three

thousand Euros, half of the project�s total cost. After the books were

translated twice�first into Esperanto, then into either Bengali,

Slovenian, Italian, or Croatian�and published, Spomenka

persuaded embassies and consular offices to sponsor highly

publicized book launches. Visitors from India were invited to the

three European countries to give children hands-on involvement

with Bengali clothing, food, and songs, challenging them to write

essays for a contest. Spomenka�s lecture concludes with a slide show

of the six children�s book covers�the three European books, printed

in Bengali; and the three European translations of the Bengali

original.

When the lights come up, there is a hushed homage to Spomenka�s

genius. A moment later, Vergara�s hand shoots up. �It�s ironic,� he

says slowly, �that you�ve had to hide the role of Esperanto just when

it�s playing a crucial role at the highest levels.� Ironic? He might

have said painful, exasperating, excruciating.

�Then where would we have found the money?� Spomenka shoots

back. �We�d have sold our own blood to make this happen.�

11. The Director

Adrian first met Arnoldo Garcia at the 1990 Havana Congress. The

two have visited a few times over the twenty intervening years,

mostly in Havana, sometimes with Arnoldo�s wife and son, and

sometimes not, when the couple are separated. Some of the credit

for cementing this friendship goes to Arnoldo�s frequent appeals for

money�his annual Christmas appeal is a photo of snow-covered

Niagara Falls with the caption �Feliz Navidad de Havana�; the rest

of the credit goes to Adrian�s periodic dispensations of cash.

�Arnoldo�s a character,� says Adrian in English, leading me over to a

slight, gray-haired man sporting a slim cane and a black Florida

Marlins cap. With considerable effort, Arnoldo rises on his cane and

greets me with a one-armed hug; �Saluton, Profesorino!� He has

agreed to tell me the story of his life as an Esperantist�and for

Arnoldo, all stories begin in 1959.

�When the Revolution came, I was thirteen, a student in a private

Catholic school run by Americans. English was all-important at my

school; English and business. In my spare time I read Reader�s Digest

and listened to Voice of America; I still remember Miss Anderson,

my English teacher. I was the best writer in the class.� We�re

speaking Esperanto, but he�s proud of his English, which pokes

through here and there. �My family didn�t have much money but

there was a rich boy at the school who used to visit whorehouses in

the afternoons.� He draws closer, conspiratorially. �One day he saw

one of the priests dressed as a tourist on his way to the whorehouse!

�When the school was nationalized in the Revolution, everything

changed: suddenly we were all wearing khaki. No more emphasis on

English; no more three-years-of-business-training. The school

emptied out and my friends vanished. Now most of my friends from

school are dead or in Miami.� He pauses and I chuckle, to be polite.

�Around that time I played a chess tournament with a kid who

turned out to be Fidel�s son. I didn�t know until I saw it in the

newspapers.� As an afterthought, he adds, �It ended in a draw.

�The first Esperantists I met in the 1970s�they�re also in Miami

now�showed me a map of the world: There was Spain! There was

France! We became activists, ran courses, ads, expositions, but we

never registered with the government. It was all illegal, so

Esperanto was passed off as a cultural affair.� This is a theme I�ve

encountered before: keeping Esperanto out of politics by

proclaiming it to be a cultural pursuit�in Nazi Germany, in 1930s

Shanghai, 1980s Tehran. Only in my own country did Esperanto

ever try to pass itself off as a purely commercial affair. �You had to

be careful. In every group, whether religious, philosophical, or

cultural, there was one policeman. I once visited a [Brazilian]

spiritismo group: even there, a policeman!

�It wasn�t until 1988 that I left the country to spend three weeks

at a Cseh course [Esperanto teacher-training] in Poland. There were

thirty women in the class and very few men. A Bulgarian woman

with big glasses asked me to dance. She watched my feet the whole

time but afterward I was able to get her alone for a few minutes. As

soon as we were alone, she started crying, �I miss my children!��he

fake-wipes his eyes��and that was that.�

When I excuse myself to keep an appointment, Arnoldo offers to

continue the conversation over dinner in Old Havana, where he

lives. �Come pick me up,� he says, �and we�ll go to the Hanoi.

There�s no bell, but Adrian knows the drill: a black flag hanging

from the third-floor window means I�m out.

�But I�ll be in. Yell up and I�ll throw you the key.�

* * *

En route to pick up Arnoldo, we stop in to visit Fortunato and

Bertalina, a couple in their eighties who run a casa particular�a tiny

mote of free enterprise in a sea of nationalized commerce.

Fortunato, now in semi-retirement, worked for years as a bellhop in

a big hotel. �They were all owned by the mafia,� he says in Spanish;

then shaking his hand from the wrist, �Muchas drogas.� Now, while

Bertalina wet-vacs the bedrooms (�Ay! Ay! There�s been so much

rain�), Fortunato lounges in a floral-upholstered recliner watching

TV. Framed photos everywhere, children and grandchildren;

weddings, graduations, quinceañeras. Fortunato channel-surfs,

stopping when a woman appears on the TV dressed up as a Hasidic

boy, singing in a pulsating vibrato. �Yentl!� he says, beatifically.

�Me GUSTA Bar-bar-a!�

Bertalina makes tea and sets out a plate of fruit for each of us�

guavas, pineapples, melons. She hums as she sets out the food, then

settles down to chat about their family, the weather, the couple with

a baby due in tonight. Ten or fifteen minutes go by and suddenly

Fortunato launches from his chair, changes the station, and turns up

the volume. �Fidel!� he tells us, gesturing toward the screen.

Indeed, it�s Fidel speaking about the upcoming D�a de la Rebeld�a

Nacional on July 26, which commemorates the 1953 assault on the

Moncada Barracks. Red, white, and blue Cuban flags are already

strung from windows over the street; bands are rehearsing

everywhere. At seventy-four, Fidel seems much smaller than he did

in the 1990 Universal Congress. He stands erect, but he�s flanked

closely by aides alert to any signs of infirmity. He�s wearing a track

suit; his beard is grizzled, his face lined; his voice is reedy and his

delivery halting. As he reads, he holds up the text of his address in

two gnarled, shaking hands.

�See?� says Fortunato proudly. �Fidel! Steady as a rock!�

Fortunato and I seem to be watching the same screen, on the same

television, but clearly we�re not. Adrian and I exchange a glance,

and Bertalina quietly goes on pouring tea, humming a chorus of

�Waltzing Matilda.�

* * *

Arnoldo drops the key from the third floor into the darkness; a

second later it plops right into Adrian�s hand. We climb a flight of

stairs strung with wires, and Arnoldo�s waiting at the top. He�s

Adrian�s age, but framed by the doorway he looks hunched and bent,

perhaps fifteen years older. �Saluton! Bonvenon!� he says with pride,

welcoming us into a small, dimly lit room piled high with dusty,

yellowing books, videocassettes, and magazines, largely in

Esperanto. There is very little room to move, since a table occupies

most of the space; the table top is taken up by a squat PC that

resembles a Pleistocene artifact. The air is musty and stale, as if the

windowless room hasn�t been cleaned in fifty years. A faded curtain

printed with palm trees and coconuts hangs over a small recess;

through a two-inch opening I can make out a stove, but it�s too dark

to gauge how greasy it is. Just as well.

�So now we will meet Dolores,� says Arnoldo. �She�s turning one

hundred next week. Good thing I put her down for free diapers from

the Convent de Bel�n.� We enter a smaller, darker room that fronts

on the street, and he flips on the light.

A forty-watt bulb, high overhead, illumines a bed set against a

pale green wall. In it, a tiny, birdlike woman with wispy white hair

lies on her side, asleep. The sheets are thrown off, exposing her pale

blue gown and chalky legs. Arnoldo reaches over and pinches her

calf, hard; she doesn�t move. �She�s not skinny,� he says, �she could

last a long time. Mostly she lies in bed, but she wakes up for a

couple of hours every evening. We shout at each other for a while

and then she goes back to sleep. And then, sometimes, I go out.�

Her face is in shadow, her open mouth sunk around her gums.

Whether she�ll die with Arnoldo at her side, or all alone, and when,

is anyone�s guess. But clearly she�ll die here.

�Where is your room?� I ask.

�This is my room,� he says quickly. Two pillows lie on the bed,

one under Dolores�s head, and the other beside her small bare feet. I

don�t need a diagram: Arnoldo and his hundred-year-old mother

share a bed, sleeping head to foot.

He flips the light off, and we go back to the other room, which by

comparison looks bright. I�m suddenly eager to get to dinner. �Shall

we?� I say, pointing to the door. No one moves.

�Show her,� says Adrian.

�The Profesorino?� Arnoldo�s clearly taken aback. �No! No!�

�Don�t worry about her,� says Adrian, mischievously. �In fact, I�m

sure she�d like it.�

�You�re sure?� he asks Adrian, who nods with conviction. Arnoldo

turns to me, half excited, half resigned. �Okay, Profesorino, come and

look at my movies.�

He sits at the PC, which at his touch whirrs like a sewing machine.

Up comes a photo of two busty, leggy women in red bikini tops, hot

pants, and thigh-high boots eyeing one another nastily. Their red

fingernails are long and tensed, as if ready to scratch the other�s

eyes out.

�I am the director,� says Arnoldo matter-of-factly, �and this one�s

called Cat Fight.�

Adrian leans into the screen, squinting. �Is that Judy?� he says,

pointing to the woman on the left.

�Yes, but she�s been missing the last few days,� says Arnoldo. �I�m

afraid they�ve picked her up again for streetwalking�which she is

definitely not doing anymore.�

It�s not quite a movie, rather a series of stills with Spanish

subtitles. �I will claw you, my little kitty,� says Judy to her nameless

adversary. �I will pull your hair, bitch,� answers the other. In the

next several stills they�re play-fighting in various poses; in each,

twenty red fingernails claw into mounds of curvy flesh. �It�s no more

than you see on the beach,� Arnoldo points out, and he�s right; tops,

shorts, and boots stay on. After some more clawing and wrestling,

the women end up in a faintly erotic embrace, smiling. The final

image has no caption, but Arnoldo supplies one: �Friends forever!�

he says happily.

On the screen, behind the embracing women hangs a faded

curtain printed with palm trees and coconuts; through a two-inch

opening I can make out a stove.

�You shot this here?�

His shrug says, �I�m supposed to rent a studio?�

We�re late for our reservation; Arnoldo grabs a plastic bag on the

way out the door, anticipating leftovers. �For a Cuban,� he says

waving the bag, �this is a body part.�

* * *

We�re treating Arnoldo to dinner at the Hanoi restaurant; were he to

treat us on his meager pension, he�d be forfeiting ten months of

rations. It�s a rare occasion, a dinner out, so Arnoldo�s eating slowly.

When we�re all finished and I suggest that it�s time to go, he calls

over the waiter and orders an almond ice cream for dessert. As soon

as the waiter leaves, Arnoldo shows us the silent code with which

people criticize Fidel in public places. �They never name him, but

they do this,� he says, pulling on an imaginary beard.

After two or three Bucaneros, the wonder of eating food worth

piles of pesos has paled and Arnoldo becomes pensive. �Be glad you

were born in Holland and America,� he says. �Psychiatrists have

studied the Cuban people. They just follow, follow, follow what

they�re told. They suffer from ŝafeco.� It�s one of those Esperantisms

that doesn�t carry well to English. They follow like sheep, he�s trying

to say, they suffer from � not sheepishness. Sheephood?

Sheepiness? Sheepity?

�What are you doing on July 26?� I ask him.

He clutches his chest, clowning. �Probably having a heart attack,�

he says.

On the way back from dinner, I notice for the first time that

Arnoldo�s not using his cane, nor is he limping. �Arnoldo, your leg�s

better!�

�Muuuuuuch better,� he says. �You see, I signed up to volunteer at

the congress, but for the first few days, the UEA refused to pay bus

fare. So suddenly, I was lame!�

I�m the director.

The street is dark, except for bobbing, floodlit flags. Arnoldo

saunters toward home, where Dolores, in the pale green room, rests

up for her final call.

PART FOUR

ESPERANTO IN A GLOBAL BABEL

1. Reinventing Hope

By the end of World War II, Zamenhof�s hope of transforming all

humanity into one great family circle was a thing of the past. His

dream of a Hillelist people had failed; Homaranism lived on only in

rarefied Bah�� and Oomoto circles. Stalin had silenced and

murdered Esperantists who had claimed a voice in the new Soviet

empire, and under Hitler Esperantists had fared no better, even

those who expressed allegiance to the Third Reich. The Second World

War would force the Esperantists, once again, to reinvent their

movement and, after the Holocaust, to reinvent hope itself. They

needed a new kind of hope, open-eyed and scathed by war, one that

took account of evil and vowed to oppose it.

The man who reinvented hope for Esperanto was a Yugoslavian

jurist named *Ivo Lapenna. Like Lanti, he was inveterately

oppositional, redefining the interna ideo as �unambiguous and

uncompromising anti-fascism.� The positive version of this ethos was

human rights, but an agenda this vague could not protect Esperanto

against the corrosive impact of Cold War�era politics. On Lapenna�s

watch, the movement�s vaunted neutrality yielded to bitter

infighting among Eastern Europeans in the Soviet orbit, leftists in

the West, and those who feared the movement�s infiltration by

communist operatives�chief among them, Lapenna himself.

His leadership was paradoxical. Vindictive and often paranoid,

Lapenna celebrated the collective while favoring an elite of

�cultured and well-intentioned people�; 1 trusted the collective will

while reviling �the enemy within�; affirmed the strength of the

movement while declaring it to be imperiled; and, above all,

espoused �principles of full democracy [to promote] culture and

tolerance [and bring] illumination, learning, progress and success,�

while disciplining individuals of diverse or wayward opinions.

Beneath it all was a grim certainty about human nature: that

individuals, left to their own devices, could not be trusted to treat

one another as equals. Zamenhof�s benign trust in human nature had

found its opposite number in Lapenna�s paranoia.

Born in Split in 1909, Lapenna was the son of a professor of

engineering and a pianist. 2 At twenty, he and *Emilija Heiligstein

(whom he soon married) founded the student-run Akademia

Esperantista Klubo; a fellow member recalled his magnetism: �All of

us, men and women, were in love with him.� 3 At twenty-four, Gino,

as he was called, received his doctorate in law from the University

of Zagreb. He had long been moving in anti-fascist circles and

eventually fought for the resistance; Lins, interviewing his youthful

associates, found a web of associations with prominent Communists.

That Lapenna became a government official after the war, in Lins�s

view, points to Party membership, though there is no concrete

evidence to prove it. 4

Ivo Lapenna, beneath a portrait of Zamenhof

[�sterreichische Nationalbibliothek]

In 1937, poised to become president of the Jugoslavia Esperanto-

Ligo, Lapenna published a series of anti-fascist articles in the

league�s monthly, La Suda Stelo (The Southern Star). He began at

fever pitch: �Non-neutral �neutrality,�� he declared, �is the cancerous

wound of the Esperantist movement.� There never existed, nor

could exist, completely neutral human beings.� Even the Olympians,

he joked, were biased. Only as a col ective could the Esperantists

achieve an ideal of neutrality. �Thus,� he wrote, �[we are] not a

society of neutral esperantists, but a neutral society of

esperantists. �5 The following year, after his first, fiery speech

against fascism before the breakaway International Esperanto

League (IEL) in London, he was asked to join the leadership.

When the IEL and the UEA joined forces to become a single

Universal Esperanto Association after the war, Lapenna saw his

moment to shape the future of the movement. At the 1947 Universal

Congress in Bern, he put forward a motion condemning Nazi war

crimes, exhorting:

all Esperantists, Esperanto-organizations and the

Esperanto press, ceaselessly and most energetically, to

battle against the remainders and new hotbeds of

fascism�; to unmask those who are preparing and

provoking a new war; to actively support all democratic

and peaceful tendencies. 6

Asked to limit the resolution to the condemnation of Nazism,

Lapenna adamantly refused; the resolution failed with 20 in favor,

126 opposed, and 34 abstentions. Whatever goodwill he had

incurred with his extraordinary rhetorical gifts, Lapenna quickly

frittered away, denouncing his opponents as having �fascist

leanings�; others, he ridiculed as �frivolous�7 oddballs who brought

mockery on the Esperanto movement.

During 1948, when the Communist Party of Yugoslavia began

cracking down on the Stalinist-leaning Esperanto league, Lapenna

fled to Paris. Though he was granted asylum in France, he

subsequently moved to the United Kingdom and within a few years

secured a professorial post at the London School of Economics. In

due course, he became a British subject, to all appearances, a tweedy

academic tending the roses at his Wembley home. But into the

executive of the UEA, he channeled his ferocious sense of purpose,

focusing on two agendas: first, to centralize and bureaucratize the

organization; and second, to propagandize aggressively against

fascism to both institutions and individuals.

For the membership rolls of the UEA, it was an era of expansion.

With a new rule granting membership gratis to all who belonged to

national Esperanto associations, membership rose from 17,707 in

1948 to 20,000 in 1955 to nearly 34,000 in 1963. 8 Attendance at the

annual Universal Congress also climbed. The prewar high had been

just over 2,000 (Stockholm, 1934), but by the early 1950s,

registration over 2,000 became the norm. Esperantists in Warsaw-

Pact countries had travel restrictions, both legal and financial, but

when congresses were held in iron-curtain countries, participation

rose dramatically. The Warsaw Congress (1959), celebrating

Zamenhof�s centennial, garnered 3,256; Sofia (1963), 3,472; and

Budapest (1983), 4,834. The 1987 Centennial Congress in Warsaw

registered nearly 6,000 people, a record that still stands.

While the UEA expanded, Lapenna compiled an impressive list of

achievements. As before the war, there were two offices, but instead

of competing for influence, they neatly complemented one another:

London handled administration and propaganda; Geneva, delegates

and publications. 9 The Language Committee and its Academy had

already been restructured as a single fifty-member Akademio de

Esperanto, an oratory competition was set up for youth, and, at the

initiative of the poet Reto Rossetti, a fine arts competition was

launched. The keystone of the propaganda effort was the new

Center for Research and Documentation of World Language

Problems (CED), founded in 1952. Lapenna housed it in his home,

with his (second) wife, *Ljuba Knja�inska-Lapenna, in the role of

secretary. The CED�s mission was to document the efficacy of

Esperanto based on rigorous academic research so that the UEA�s

propaganda would be taken seriously, at last, by discerning,

influential readers.

Lapenna not only reconceived the interna ideo, built up the

movement�s infrastructure, and expanded its membership; he also

took Esperanto oratory to a new level. So inspiring were his plenary

addresses that recordings of them have been sold by the UEA ever

since. Typically, a Lapenna speech opens with fulsome praise of the

host city, trumpets the unity of the UEA, and sounds an alarm about

threats to unity. Toward the end his timbre rises, and his delivery

becomes emphatic and rhythmic; the speech is followed by

thunderous applause. Some listeners reported more than a �weak

ecstasy�: to twenty-year-old *Birthe Zacho, a handsome blond Dane

with excellent Esperantist credentials, Lapenna�s 1956 address

�sounded like classical music; for me the most sublime art. I had the

impression that the entire speech [was] only for me, and that we

[were] in reciprocal contact. �10

Fantasy became reality when they met at a ball a few days later.

Thereafter, though Lapenna never did divorce his second wife, he

and Zacho became publicly linked. Ljuba remained Mrs. Lapenna, as

did Emilija Lapenna, who had refused her ex-husband�s request to

drop his name. When Birthe had a son in 1965, Zacho, not Lapenna,

was his surname, but his given name was Ivo. For the rest of

Lapenna�s life, he and Birthe were together openly, if intermittently,

and only after Ljuba died in 1985 did they become engaged. Months

before his death in 1987, Birthe Zacho became the third Mrs.

Lapenna.

* * *

Lapenna set his sights higher than a rationalized, flourishing

organization. In 1950, at his instigation, the UEA delivered to the

UN a petition for official recognition bearing 900,000 signatures and

the support of five hundred organizations with a combined

membership of over fifteen million members. In a familiar pattern�

proposal, study, delay�the UN turned the matter over to UNESCO,

which resolved to survey member states and address the matter at

the next General Conference, two years hence, in Montevideo.

If Lapenna hadn�t already been an Esperantist for twenty-five

years, the work of lobbying UNESCO delegates in Montevideo might

have converted him. With most, he spoke French; with the Italians,

Italian and with the Russians, Russian; with others, his weaker

German, Spanish, or English. 11 Lapenna persuaded the Mexican

delegation to put forward a resolution endorsing Esperanto, but it

failed after a Danish linguist observed that Esperanto was culturally

useless, invented by an amateur, and �suitable only for Uruguayan

menus.� 12 No insult had ever helped the cause of Esperanto more: it

was one thing to offend Esperantists, quite another to offend the

host country. After a clamorous protest, the vote was retaken and

the resolution passed giving the UEA, thirty-two years after the

debacle at the League of Nations, the status of �consultative

relations� with UNESCO.

UNESCO�s legitimation brought few significant changes to

Esperanto�s standing in the world, Humphrey Tonkin has argued,

because Lapenna restricted the UEA�s involvement to language

issues. 13 Instead, the effects were more deeply felt within the

movement itself. Lapenna used the UNESCO relationship as a stick

with which to shame the Esperantists into an unprecedented�and

unwelcome�degree of �self-discipline,� as he called it. Public

relations, he believed, was the burden of every Esperantist, and to

the end of �destroying prejudices� in the world at large, a set of

directives was issued cautioning Esperantists to avoid any activity

that would give the appearance of being a sect. 14 But in Tonkin�s

eyes, the real benefit of Montevideo was self-esteem and unity

among the Esperantists themselves. �It gave the movement a sense

of direction,� wrote Tonkin, �which channeled the energy of activists

and created a certain level of consensus about the way forward. �15

But that consensus was to prove shortlived.

2. Aggressor

While Ivo Lapenna was rebranding the interna ideo as antifascism,

his doppelg�nger was living on West Sixteenth Street in New York

City doing much the same thing�but with a dark, anti-Soviet twist.

The Cold War strained relations among Esperantists in Eastern and

Western Europe, but in the McCarthy-era United States, it wreaked

havoc.

In 1947, *George A. Connor, born in Nebraska in 1895, was

president of the Esperanto Association of North America (EANA).

Like Lanti, Connor had eked out a living teaching industrial

drawing; he had also traveled to the Soviet Union between the wars,

where he detected an acrid whiff of corruption. Unlike Lanti, he

never wrote about his sojourn there, but in later years, his niece

gave out that �he saw a number of his friends killed or all of their

rations cut off.� 16 Whatever Connor witnessed or endured in the

USSR, his hatred of the Soviets and their influence was bitter,

personal, and limitless.

Living on veteran benefits and (for obscure reasons) a disability

pension, Connor crisscrossed the country for Esperanto. He gave

lectures while his engaging wife, Doris, taught her signature

�Connor Course� in public libraries and YMCAs. She also cleverly

marketed her course as a record-cum-textbook and gave interviews

for local television stations. Back in New York, with the assistance of

a Ukrainian immigrant named *Myron Mychajliw, they ran EANA

out of their apartment. Always pressed for cash, they attended

congresses abroad thanks to the largesse of other Esperantists. �The

long crossing is just to our liking,� George Connor wrote, �because

we hope to give our usual Esperanto-Kurso aboard ship both ways.� 17

But if Connor�s anti-Soviet sentiments germinated on Russian soil,

his descent into paranoia eerily mimics that of his native country. In

1947, just as the House Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC)

held its first set of hearings, Connor demanded �undivided support

and loyalty to EANA,� complaining that �individualistic

institutions,� �foundations,� and �book services� were �promoting

disharmony.� 18 During the weeks following Senator Joseph

McCarthy�s famous 1950 �Wheeling� speech denouncing �enemies

from within,� Connor published a similar diatribe denouncing

corruption in the ranks:

If a band of robbers, opium contrabanders, or other

criminals would use Esperanto, the neutral Esperanto-

movement would be by no means obligated to express joy

about this and propose its help. Similarly, when Esperanto

is used to spread obvious lies or to subvert the democratic

constitution and the liberty of our country, our �neutrality�

hardly obligates us to tolerate this without protest. 19

This attack was composed by then-president of EANA *William

Solzbacher who, like McCarthy at the second round of HUAC

hearings in 1951, was ready to name names. He started by naming

the Soviet Union, which he portrayed as the sworn enemy of

Esperanto. Conversely, wrote Solzbacher, Esperanto was inimical to

the Soviet Union, since it had the power to �punch holes in the Iron

Curtain�: �As a two-way street enabling people in Communist

countries to learn how the common man in the �capitalist� world

lives and how he thinks [Esperanto] imperils totalitarian isolation.�

There was a prophetic grain of truth in Solzbacher�s assessment. In

the decades to come, Esperanto would become, for a new postwar

generation in �iron-curtain� countries, a symbolic resistance to

totalitarianism; for many it was the sole way of making contact with

the West. But when it came to American Esperantists, Solzbacher�s

rhetoric was inflammatory and extreme. What was at stake, he

wrote, was a clear choice between �liberty and slavery.� 20

During the 1950s, Connor led a schizoid existence. On the one

hand, he was becoming increasingly vindictive to those Esperantists

whom he flatly accused of being communist informants. On the

other, Connor was the chief propagandist for Esperanto in the

United States, and as such was highly successful. Under Connor�s

leadership, Esperanto was making its way into the American

mainstream. Each issue of Amerika Esperantisto rejoiced in record-

breaking numbers of new members and announced new courses. In

October 1955, in New Jersey alone, seven new courses in the

language �approved by UNESCO� were advertised, both in the

working-class cities of Newark and Elizabeth and in elite suburbs

such as Millburn.

Sightings of Esperanto in the press and on television were

zealously announced. Nineteen fifty-three was a bumper year for

Esperanto on network television: Groucho Marx interviewed Joseph

Scherer, the Los Angeles samideano who had written Esperanto lyrics

for the hula-dancing �natives� in The Road to Singapore (1940), and

Art Linkletter�s House Party featured Edward Kalmar, a Polish Jew

who, in words of the Los Angeles Times, had �literally talked himself

to life��that is, saved his own life�by identifying himself to a

guard as a fellow Esperantist. 21 The same year, Helen Keller wrote

to thank Esperanto Ligilo�a Braille journal�for translating her

recent speech at the Sorbonne into Esperanto. �How free and

flexible Esperanto has grown!� she wrote, requesting a

subscription. 22 Six months later, as a publicity stunt, Life magazine

began to send notices in Esperanto to delinquent subscribers. 23

But Esperanto�s most imposing presence in mid-century America

was not in the realm of culture at all. In 1947, when the U.S. Army

developed a dummy enemy called �Aggressor� for training

maneuvers, the language they assigned it was Esperanto. In the

tortuous words of Field Manual FM 30-101-1, Esperanto �is not an

artificial or dead language. It is a living and current media [sic] of

international oral and written communication [which] � can

assimilate new words that are constantly being developed in

existing world languages. �24 Like the �Aggressor� faction, which was

bent on �assimilating� U.S. citizens, the Esperanto language

depended on the �assimilation� of words from other languages. As

innocuous as this description sounds, onto Zamenhof�s language of

peace, equality, and world harmony the army projected its terror of

�and disgust for�communist aggression.

The association of Esperanto with communism is writ large in a

U.S. Army public relations film. 25 As an army officer begins to

discuss training, black-clad Aggressor stormtroopers burst into the

office, speaking a very stilted Esperanto, and frog-march him out the

door. The commander of these marauders then perches on the desk,

explaining that he represents the military arm of the �Circle Trigon

Party��its logo a green triangle aping the Esperanto green star.

(Never mind that the UEA had dropped the logo because it

resembled the Red Star of the Communist Party.) The dark uniforms

and insignia of the Aggressor forces mimic Soviet regalia, though

when called to attention, the Aggressor soldier gives an

unmistakably fascist salute.

The program was so successful that in 1959, the Department of

Defense published a standalone textbook called Esperanto: The

Aggressor Language (FMN 30-101-1a). In addition to an introduction,

a grammar, and a vocabulary, it featured a lengthy dialogue naming

�in Esperanto�all the weapons in Aggressor�s arsenal: �pistol,

rifle, machine gun, mortar, recoilless rifle, gun, howitzer, rocket,

rocket launcher, missile, tank, and armored carrier. �26 The Aggressor

force�s armor included vinyl cannons, tanks, and trucks, to be

pumped up for maneuvers. In its paranoid Cold War fantasy of

Esperanto, the U.S. Army was courting an inflatable enemy.

As for the role of U.S. Esperantists in the Aggressor program, no

names have ever been named; 27 the conventional wisdom, these

days, is that no dedicated samideano would have produced Esperanto

so stilted and error-ridden. Connor improbably asserted that support

flowed not from Esperantists to the military, but the other way: �The

special tactical force in our U.S. Army � has brought us a number of

members from the armed forces.� 28 Whether Connor played a hand

in creating the war game that would last the better part of two

decades, we�ll probably never know. Not until 1967 was the

Esperanto field manual officially rescinded; as a Pentagon officer

told American Esperantist William Harmon, �We don�t need a make-

believe enemy anymore.� We�re getting all our training in

Vietnam. �29

* * *

Nineteen fifty-two was a turning point for Connor and EANA. For

the first time, EANA refused membership to Connor�s �carping

critics,� those who resisted his co-optation of Esperanto for anti-

commmunist propaganda. At the EANA Congress in Sacramento, two

of the refus�s, *Dittlof and *Elvira Zetterlund, convened a

disaffected �reorganization committee,� which became the new

Esperanto League of North America (ELNA). �It was more than a

dictatorship,� said co-founder Roan Orloff Stone of Connor�s EANA;

�it was tyranny; [Connor] was the Saddam Hussein of the Esperanto

world in the United States. �30 At the Bologna Universal Congress of

1955, barely six months after the U.S. Congress condemned Joseph

McCarthy, the UEA censured Connor for �intransigence,� officially

recognizing ELNA alongside EANA.

Furious about the UEA�s endorsement of ELNA, Connor blamed

Lapenna, denouncing him as a �communist partisan.� To Connor,

Lapenna was not simply soft on communism; he was a Soviet

apologist and fellow traveler, as evidenced by his deceitful claim

that �the famous [iron] curtain is beginning to rise.� 31 Moreover,

Connor alleged an official cover-up of Lapenna�s intrigues, accusing

the respected journal Heroldo de Esperanto of collusion. Connor�s

Amerika Esperantisto carried satires of Lapenna as a moral dwarf,

and cartoons of the Soviet bear hooking the UEA like a flounder. 32

Lapenna�s stature might have permitted him to ignore the

American gadfly, but his pride did not. (The United States may be a

superpower, but the American Esperanto community is a rather

minor constituency in the UEA.) Bitter and outraged, Lapenna

blamed Connor�s defamation for the fact that he, Lapenna, was

twice denied British citizenship. 33 Compelled by Lapenna�s wrath,

the governing committee of the UEA voted to expel George Alan

Connor from the UEA in an unprecedented, never-repeated act. The

Connors moved to Oregon, leaving Mychajliw to run the central

office out of his Brooklyn apartment and take over the book

franchise. As Mychajliw�s daughter, *Tatiana Hart, recently

commented, �He subscribed to Dr. Zamenhof�s theory that if

everyone in the world spoke Esperanto � there would be less

misunderstanding among nations. Unfortunately, as the Connors�

employee he was not in a position to disagree with them openly.� 34

After Connor died, his widow, Doris, donated his Esperanto

library to the University of Oregon, where it remains the largest

Esperanto collection in the United States. An archive overview of

122 pages mentions Connor�s �opportunity to apply his trade in the

Soviet Union in 1930�32,� but gives away no secrets. The only man

ever expelled by the Universal Esperanto Association died in 1973.

Had he lived one more year, Connor would have seen Ivo Lapenna

barely escape a similar fate.

3. Lapenna Agonistes

Elected president of the UEA in 1964, Lapenna struggled to hold the

Cold War Esperanto movement together. A refugee from a

Communist regime living in the West, a scholar of the Soviet legal

system, and the leader of an organization on both sides of the �iron

curtain,� Lapenna was in a delicate position. When he was

suspected of being a communist sympathizer, he denied it

vehemently; when he suspected samideanoj of working for the

Komintern, he lashed out. To complicate matters, the pendulum in

the Esperanto movement was swinging from Western to Eastern

Europe.

Ever since the Soviet Union quashed the Hungarian uprising of

1956, Esperanto provided those living in the Eastern bloc with an

internationalism that would never censor speech, never arrest a

writer, and never be compromised by a repressive show of force.

Some Eastern-bloc Esperantists joined the socialist organization

Esperanto Movement for World Peace (MEM), but many more

joined the UEA, which in the decade after Montevideo grew by 52

percent. Most of the increase comprised Poles, Bulgarians, and

Hungarians, though the financial benefits to the UEA were

diminished by currency restrictions on outgoing funds. 35

As the era of Hitler, Stalin, and Mussolini receded, Lapenna�s

anti-fascist slogan of �active neutrality� (or �positive neutrality,� as

he rebranded it) seemed increasingly abstract; during the Cold War,

neutrality itself came to seem chimerical. To exhibit his own

neutrality as UEA President, Lapenna tacked back and forth

between East and West. In 1967, he traveled to Moscow and

Leningrad to visit the emerging Soviet Youth Esperanto Movement,

but he also distanced the UEA from the Eastern-bloc MEM, and in

Vienna he interrupted a pro-Soviet speech by the East German

ambassador. 36 As Lins recalls, Lapenna approved publication of an

account of the Soviet persecution of Esperantists, but when the

World Esperantist Youth Organization (TEJO) passed a resolution

against U.S. military aggression, Lapenna refused to back them.

In the time-honored way of those who govern riven states,

Lapenna directed Esperantists� attention away from the rift. Trying

to capitalize on his victory in Montevideo, in 1966 he applied to the

Secretariat of the UN for official recognition of Esperanto and for

concrete support. But times had changed; Lapenna�s Eurocentrism

had not kept pace with a body whose membership had been

radically altered by two decades of decolonization. Thus the 1966

petition to the UN, though it bore a million signatures and the

support of organizations totaling seventy-two million members,

failed even to prompt a study commission. 37

What Lapenna later called �the beginning of the end�38 was

brought about neither by Eastern-bloc opponents nor by �enemies

within,� but by TEJO, led by Lapenna�s former prot�g�, Humphrey

Tonkin. After the student demonstrations of 1968, a moment of

�radical change in the role of youth in society,� TEJO rebelled

against all the hallmarks of Lapenna�s presidency: the immersion of

the individual in the collective, centralization, and autocratic

governance. In the Declaration of Tyres� [Sweden], TEJO declared

Esperanto to be a liberatory movement on behalf of individual

freedom. The gravest threats to individuality, TEJO declared, were

social conformism and technology-driven alienation, which

destroyed the environment and �undermined the human psyche.�

Decrying �linguistic imperialism,� TEJO committed itself to

�working for the elimination of every misuse of language for

economic, cultural or political suppression.� But �enlarg[ing] the

dimension of the individual,� as the declaration put it, was quite

simply an unheard-of agenda in the history of Esperantism.

Lapenna and Humphrey Tonkin, 1965

[�sterreichische Nationalbibliothek]

In fact, the Declaration made no mention whatever of Esperanto

as a language, a movement, or an ideal. As *Giorgio Silfer, then a

member of TEJO, later observed, reframing the interna ideo around

the individual, rather than the granda homa familio, left it radically

open: �Maoists saw in it an avant-garde toehold in the bourgeois

Esperanto movement; socialists considered it a forward step toward

the democratization of the Esperantists; Western progressives

enthused that its spirit conformed to their ideas; pragmatists

accepted it as a realist adaption to the present. �39

TEJO, being politically multifarious, rebelled not against

Lapenna�s politics but against his leadership. Lins, like Tonkin a

Lapenna prot�g�, was among many �wearied by his revolutionary

pathos, his martial conduct and his inflexibility.� Quick to make

enemies and vilify those who trusted him, Lapenna couldn�t (in

Tonkin�s words) �use the good features of people [while he] ignored,

or neutralized, the bad [ones.]� Under Lapenna�s leadership the

movement was being torn apart, East from West, and along

generational lines; even among the stalwart Esperantists who had

given years to the movement, morale was abysmal. Warned by the

UEA executive that his allegations of �attacks� and

�misrepresentations� 40 were endangering the movement, Lapenna

escalated the conflict: a �putsch� was in the works, he charged,

funded and fomented by Moscow, with election tampering sure to

follow. 41 By so doing, he alienated his supporters in the USSR and

Eastern Europe.

In the weeks before the Hamburg Universal Congress of 1974,

Lapenna used his bully pulpit to issue a �Warning to the

Membership� in Esperanto Revuo. He reminded his readers that he

had fought against �Hitlerism� when most Esperantists had been

silent or fallen in line with Nazi strictures. He went on to name his

�perfidious� enemies, among them the senders of forty anonymous

telegrams from what he called the �Paris Esperantist Tribunal. �42

�There can be no �peace� between truth and lie, between aggression

and defense, between good and evil,� he admonished; �even

Christ � whipped the merchants out of the temple.� 43 The man who

was, in Tonkin�s words, �more papal than the pope� 44 had begun to

anticipate a Christlike martyrdom. Echoing his 1937 article about

�the cancerous wound� of false neutrality, he gave his readers a

choice: �Either one desires to �have Lapenna� without abscesses on

the organism of the UEA, or one will have the abscesses without

me.� 45

At the 1974 Universal Congress in Hamburg, a single round of

voting revealed that Lapenna had lost his base of support. It was

Tonkin, now the ex-president of TEJO, who opposed him. As vice

provost of the University of Pennsylvania during an era of sit-ins,

marches, and takeovers, Tonkin had withdrawn from leadership

positions in the UEA; he had not intended to run for the presidency.

But a consensus emerged that Tonkin was the best hope of depriving

Lapenna of yet another term. �I thought, �He�ll take this defeat like a

gentleman,� Tonkin recalled, �but nothing doing. Lapenna had

fought with Tito�s partisans.�

Preempting the next round of voting, Lapenna announced that he

would be stepping down, not because he had failed to garner

enough votes but because the UEA constitution regarding neutrality

had been flagrantly violated in a rigged election. Invoking

Zamenhof�s vow �to sit among you� when he resigned the

presidency in 1912, Lapenna vowed never to sit among them again.

He left the room, left the congress, and left Hamburg, never again to

return to a UEA gathering.

Within months, Lapenna was composing the angriest screed in

the history of Esperanto. Hamburgo en Retrospektivo (Hamburg in

Retrospect), which deserves a prominent place in the annals of

wounded narcissism, launched a campaign to clear Lapenna�s name

and attack his suspected opponents. In 1977 he founded the Neutral

Esperanto Movement (NEM) and published its journal, Horizonto,

meting out defamatory diatribes in national languages, and placing

them in the U.S., British, French, and Danish press. His rage had

become his life, and he would die embattled. Lapenna was a

totalitarian among universalists, a warrior among pacifists, and a

bureaucrat among those for whom Esperanto was a balm for the

blisters of alienation, system, and convention. In Postwar, Tony Judt

remarks of the Communist state that �it was in a permanent

condition of undeclared war against its own citizens�; 46 the same

was true for Lapenna and the Esperantists. Without ever

surrendering, he died on December 15, 1987�Esperanto�s

centennial year, and Zamenhof�s birthday.

4. Many Voices, One World

Tonkin�s agenda was to extend the reach of the UEA beyond its

power base in Western Europe. He devoted resources toward

national associations in Iran, India, Turkey, and Japan, and coaxed

delegates from non-European countries onto the executive

committee. The Rotterdam office was expanded; new satellite offices

were opened in Budapest, Antwerp, and New York. It was Tonkin�s

innovation to hold the Universal Congress outside of Europe every

other year. The Chinese, emerging from the predations of the

Cultural Revolution, hosted the 1986 Universal Congress in Beijing,

where Tonkin learned that �the higher the level of the banquet, the

deeper in the ocean they went to catch the seafood. �47 Since the

congress in Beijing (which hosted again in 2004), the Universal

Congress has been hosted by Cuba (twice), Korea, Australia, Israel,

Brazil, Japan, Vietnam, and Argentina. The generation that

reframed Esperanto as a liberatory movement was making new

voices heard on a global scale.

Like Lapenna, Tonkin visited the Soviet Union, meeting with

Esperantists in Leningrad in 1975. Meanwhile the Esperanto youth

wing in the USSR was engaged in a battle of wits with the

Communist Party and its apparatchiks. *Mikaelo Bronŝtejn,

*Anatolo Goncharov, and *Boris Kolker were three of the young

Esperantists who, armed with nothing but moxie and a sense of the

absurd, maneuvered among KGB agents, petty party officials, and

local bureaucrats. The strategy was to convince the authorities that

Esperantists were loyal to the party while running weeklong under-

the-radar encampments. In the Soviet Esperanto Youth Movement,

�youth� was broadly defined; a typical gathering included two to

three hundred people ranging in age from about twenty to sixty.

Goncharov recalls one such event outside Tikhvin in 1976, when a

stray camper inadvertently tipped off local authorities. Several

Volgas pulled up, disgorging officials who ordered them to disperse.

Goncharov organized the three-hundred-odd campers to resist by

conversing peacefully with the officials, who eventually drove off.

The next day, they returned, threatening to bring police and soldiers

if the Esperantists did not disperse. Again, the Esperantists stood

their ground; again the Volgas drove off. When the officials returned

a third time, they said, �If you can�t leave, then at least observe the

sanitary regulations.� A promise to dig latrines farther off seemed to

satisfy the officials, who drove off and did not return. 48

Russian-born *Dina Newman, now a reporter for the BBC,

traveled to these encampments to converse with Lithuanians,

Siberians, Ukrainians, and Uzbeks. �The encampments were an

oasis � with very little official control. People were frank; I was

never aware before that people were critical of the Soviets,� recalls

Newman:

There was lots of effort to translate folk songs from the

Ukraine and Moldova into Esperanto, but [Yiddish] songs

too, such as �Dona Dona� and �Tumbalalaika.� This was

amazing, since the Jewish context was never mentioned.

Why � were they interested in Jewish songs?�these

people didn�t look Jewish. Well � I thought, they do

Georgian songs and all other ethnicities, why not Yiddish?

They were very inclusive. 49

Goncharov, when asked in later years about the impact of Soviet

anti-Semitism on young Esperantists, asserted that �there was

absolutely no odor of anti-Semitism. �50 Kolker, however, had caused

a scandal in 1984 by reviewing an Israeli book in Esperanto Revuo,

the same issue in which Lins reviewed a memoir about one

Esperantist�s years in a Soviet prison camp. When Kolker was

censured for �this audacity,� he resigned as president of the

Association of Soviet Esperantists. Not until 1989 would he resume

the post; shortly afterward, the association collapsed anyway, in the

rubble of falling walls.

Tonkin saw an opportunity in 1977, when UNESCO set up a

�Commission on International Communication.� It was led by the

prestigious Irish politician Se�n MacBride, winner of the Nobel

Peace Prize and the Lenin Peace Prize and co-founder of Amnesty

International. The commission�s mandate was to frame a universal

�right to communicate� and develop a �New World Information and

Communication Order� among developing and Non-Aligned nations.

Commissioners were to ponder unequal information flows, access to

literacy, advertising, distortions of reportage of Third World and

Non-Aligned nations, and the cultural domination of mass media by

the West, which commanded nearly 90 percent of the radio

spectrum. In Tonkin�s view, to democratize global communication

without addressing linguistic justice would be like setting out to

build a world-class hotel without two-by-fours. Enter Esperanto.

To develop relations with the commission and to strengthen

Esperanto in Non-Aligned nations, Tonkin invited the UNESCO

director-general, Amadou-Mahtar M�Bow of Senegal, to the

Universal Congress in Iceland. M�Bow and Tonkin discussed the

work of the commission and the symbiosis between UNESCO and the

UEA. It was all very promising until the MacBride Commission

issued its report. Many Voices, One World was many things: a

witness to injustice; a brave, if misguided attempt to prophesy the

future of communication technology; and an intransigent refusal to

address, head-on, linguistic imperialism. �A certain imbalance in the

use of international languages� was observed, prompting the weak

suggestion that �studies might be undertaken with a view to

improving the situation.� 51 To compound the UEA�s disappointment,

M�Bow was a highly divisive figure, autocratic and nepotistic; U.S.

News & World Report charged that he had used UNESCO funds to

build a rent-free penthouse in Paris for his family. 52 In 1987, when

twenty-six governments threatened to quit UNESCO if he ran again,

M�Bow stepped down.

Humphrey Tonkin, Rotterdam 2012 [UEA]

Originally the MacBride report was approved for publication in

English, French, Russian, Chinese, Spanish, and Arabic. Had it been

more attentive to language rights, it might be available today in

more than three languages�English, French, and Spanish, the first

languages of less than 15 percent of the world�s population.

5. Sekso Kaj Egaleco

In 1975, the UN International Women�s Year, �the UEA for the first

time became actively interested in its women members,� recalled

Anna L�wenstein. To be sure, the women�s liberation movement, in

tandem with the Declaration of Tyres��s emphasis on individualism,

empowered Esperanto�s women members. But in fact the UEA had

first embraced the cause of women�s rights nearly seventy years

earlier.

In 1911, the UEA proclaimed the creation of the Universal

Women�s Association (UVA) as a freestanding section of the

organization. That year, a Women�s Bul etin appeared as a free

supplement to the UEA magazine; its lead article, written by C. L.

Ferrer, a suffragist from Monaco, was a call �To our Women

Readers�:

We must not only propagandize Esperantism, but through

Esperantism, strive for our own women�s interests and �

use this new strength to improve our material and

intellectual condition, to facilitate relations among our

sisters in all countries, to draw closer to them, and to

weave among them strong bonds of solidarity and of

reciprocal esteem. 53

In the struggle for suffrage, Ferrer saw an important role for

Esperanto. A year earlier, she had proposed Esperanto to the

congress of the Women�s International Suffrage Alliance as a

language of international cooperation. Ferrer herself was a member

of the network of volunteer �consuls� who provided services to

samideanoj. The special needs of women travelers were already

being addressed: a woman traveling alone could write ahead to the

local consul, who would meet her at the train station, orient her to

her new surroundings, and accompany her to her lodging. Ferrer,

however, conceived of a network of women consuls, calling on them

to advise their sister samideaninoj on employment issues and civil

rights. In addition to alerting women to their mission to provide

�international aid and protection,� 54 these consuls were also to

research women�s lives, compile statistics, and submit the data for

publication.

The Bul etin also dwelled on the trials of women in the workforce,

informing its readers about an international petition for equal pay

for women workers; 55 an article (signed �A. R.�) reported on an

effort to regulate the number of nighttime hours women could be

required to work. �Is a required break between nine in the evening

and five in the morning too much?� she asked. �How are we to

understand people who already are cursing the �socialism� (?) of this

new law! �56 Other articles compared the salaries of women

stenographers, typists, bookkeepers, governesses, and others, and

listed respectable, secure residences for women workers. In the third

issue, Emma Herzog of Davos lauded the state of Colorado for hiring

a young Chippewa secretary named Mary Finn: �Only the bronze-

colored face of this gracious woman, whose eyes intelligently looked

out over gold-rimmed glasses, revealed her Indian heritage. �57

The poet Marie Henkel, a German widow who first learned

Esperanto at age sixty-one, exhorted women readers to change the

culture if they wanted to change their lives. In an article entitled

�Choice of a Profession for Our Daughters,� Henkel wrote:

Just as [they do] for a son, parents must choose a

profession for their daughter.� Not every young girl

marries, and not all husbands live forever.� Women who

learn nothing practical are without doubt a heavy charge

on human society.

To you I direct my words, to you, parents.� Accustom

the little girls to the idea: �I�m going to be this or that.�

Complete equality:� they must plan only on this. 58

Henkel also asked readers to deflate three antifeminist stereotypes:

the �old maid,� the intrusive mother-in-law, and the wicked

stepmother. The Bul etin also ran features on �cooking in a paper

bag� and child care��microbes multiply in the nose and the mouth

before they go anywhere else.� In each issue, the journalist and

Tolstoy translator Jeanne Flourens wrote a �Fashion Chronicle�

under the whimsical moniker �Roksano, Vice-Chief Vagabondess�:

Must I say something on skirt-pants?� If we are to put on

pants, wouldn�t it be necessary, to differentiate the sexes,

that men put on skirts? And for those charmers who

mockingly ask, �Won�t moustaches do it?��in our country,

perhaps, but in those where men are clean shaven�? It�s

indeed wiser to keep our own clothes. If our skirts are too

narrow and obtrude on our movement, tailors must make

them larger, instead of thinking up something totally

unsuitable. 59

In this and other articles, the Women�s Bul etin aimed squarely at its

middle-class, middle-brow audience of UEA members.

A riposte from the left came during the 1920s, when the women

of SAT attacked their bourgeoise sisters for class blindness and

complacency. As Reine Rippe scolded in the SAT journal Sennacieca:

Revolutionary feminists don�t use their energy to conquer

empty rights, for example, the right to vote, which makes

it necessary that they delegate Peter or John to the

bourgeois parliament to �forge� laws strengthening

capitalism; [SAT�s] feminists fight with their male

comrades and participate in the important emancipation

movement which every day becomes more lively, more

widespread and more high-minded. 60

A 1927 survey, according to Garv�a, shows that women comprised

over one-third of the Esperanto community, but the data are not

reliable: the survey was never sent to working-class Esperanto clubs;

besides, anglophones were disproportionately represented. Still, as

Garv�a has shown, women had a far more vigorous presence in

Esperantujo than among the Volap�kists and the Idists; moreover, the

prevalence of women is signaled by Esperanto�s detractors, who

called the movement �effeminate,� �emotional [rather] than

rational, and lacking virile values such as patriotism and

militarism. �61

Marcel e Tiard, Esperanto feminist

[�sterreichische Nationalbibliothek]

In the annals of Esperanto, feminism comes into focus and out

again, but Marcelle Tiard, born in Paris in 1861, was a leading

presence for decades. She had accompanied Zamenhof on his 1910

trip to Washington, D.C., and thereafter presided over the Provence

Federation of Esperantists. In 1929, at the age of sixty-eight, she

became the founding president of the Union of Esperantist Women

(UDEV):

They elected as president of the newly established

association Mrs. Marcelle Tiard (Paris) and as secretary,

Mrs. Nora Kozma of Budapest. (The aforementioned

secretary asks all women Esperantists please to report �

specifically on suffrage, women�s work, admission to

universities, the obtaining of official state and city posts,

etc.)62

By March 1933, shortly after Tiard�s death, the focus had changed.

Within days of the Reichstag fire, by which Hitler burned his way to

power, Esperanto ran the following notice from UDEV:

[Women] are the mothers, the teachers; in every country,

they can sow in children�s hearts feelings of solidarity,

tolerance, brotherhood, love, which above all make war

impossible. To many men, this self-defense against war

seems a bit cowardly, [an attitude] responsible for a

thousand years of prejudices, according to which they�re

obliged through arms to protect the patria, the home

territory!�Many prejudices have disappeared, but

unfortunately not yet this cruel, massive misery,

[spreading] death and suffering.� [O]nly complete

nonviolence guarantees the true evolution of humanity.

A few months later, at the twenty-fifth Universal Congress in

K�ln, 106 members of the German Esperanto Association,

representing only 5 percent of the membership, unanimously

approved the Nazi policy of Gleichschaltung, bringing their statutes

into line with party protocol. 63 In this milieu, only twenty members

of UDEV convened to discuss pacifism: �For reasons which we don�t

especially need to mention here,� reported Esperanto, �public

propaganda for this meeting was not possible.� 64 Lidia Zamenhof

was not in attendance at K�ln, but she addressed UDEV members at

the 1934 Universal Congress in Stockholm, the 1935 congress in

Rome, and the 1937 congress in Warsaw. She spoke to the women of

Esperantujo, then as always, against Nazism, against fascism, and for

peace, a still small voice amid the clamor.

* * *

Second-wave feminism hit the Esperanto world in the mid-1970s. In

1974, in preparation for the UN International Women�s Year, the

UEA founded the Commission on Women�s Action (KVA); soon after,

at the Universal Congress in Copenhagen, the first conference on

women�s leadership was held. �We taught women basic things,�

recalled Ursula Grattapaglia. �How to organize, how to run things,

how to speak within the sphere of men. We said, this is how, now go

do it!� *Julie Tonkin (Winberg) taught workshops on public

speaking and organized lectures by women about their professional

lives. Still, women were underrepresented in both the leadership and

in the rank and file because, as Grattapaglia remarked, �the way of

women is roundabout�we have children, we nurse them, we raise

them�and the way of men is much more straight. So this was a

necessity, that women�s lives shouldn�t keep them from being

leaders.�

*Eliza Kehlet, a Danish (denaska) Esperantist and retired

interpreter for the European Parliament, noted that the Commission

was set up to stimulate women to be more active Esperantists. The

1966 figure of 24 percent women UEA members had risen only to

25.58 percent by 1980, though the figures probably understate the

proportion of women, since many couples bought only one

membership, in the husband�s name. 65 Though women are today

well-represented on the UEA Board and Academy and have served

twice as UEA general director, no woman has ever been president;

only one has presided over TEJO.

In the late 1970s L�wenstein (then Brennan, as she was known

and will be referred to here) wrote a seven-part series called

�Women and Men� for the youth magazine Kontakto. Timely and

well-received, the series prompted her to launch a feminist

newsletter with contributions from both women and men. In

October 1979, seven years after the founding of Ms. (United States)

and Spare Rib (United Kingdom), she published the first issue of

Sekso kaj Egaleco (Sex and Equality). Her watchword was that of the

women�s liberation movement in general: nurture, not nature, was

accountable for the plethora of differences between the sexes. 66

Soliciting contributions from readers, whatever their proficiency in

Esperanto, Brennan published lively forums on such topics as

workplace discrimination, how to combine motherhood and

professional life, and the unequal distribution of child care and

housework. No issue was too mundane for a forum, and no forum

failed to offer vivid snapshots of women struggling to realize

themselves in a world of dirty diapers, impatient bosses, and

overworked husbands. As Brennan wrote in later years, �the

women � didn�t write long theoretical articles about women in

another part of the world, but warmly felt accounts of their situation

in their own homes, schools or workplaces.� 67

The inaugural issue of SkE was a low-budget, samizdat affair;

Brennan typed it and *Dermot Quirke in the UK mimeographed it

gratis. Like other Esperanto publications during the Cold War, it was

distributed free of charge to the �nonpaying� Eastern bloc countries,

where Brennan actively sought contributors. And just as Tonkin was

doing in the UEA, she strove to give a voice�and visibility�to

women in Non-Aligned nations who disclosed their stories,

convictions, and hopes, always within a cultural matrix. A lengthy

article by the Indian sociologist *Manashi Dasgupta (which

appeared in Esperanto translation) discussed how the Indian

reverence for motherhood paradoxically kept even elite women in a

second-class status. In the same issue, an Estonian samideanino wrote

that in her country, heavy reliance on examinations mitigated

discrimination against women. Writers from Eastern bloc countries

pointed out that their regimes offered women more equality of

opportunity than did the West. �Generally, I can�t imagine, that

after the school years young women would desire not to learn a

profession,� wrote *Lembe Laanest of Estonia, �although of course

stipends in departments, institutes and universities are usually not

equal in salary.� 68

So ecumenical was the journal that two Japanese Esperantists,

*Yamakawa Setsuko and *Hukunaga Makiko, published a widely

distributed Japanese-language edition. Conversely, SkE also

published excerpts from the mainstream press about feminist

milestones�the first woman police commissioner in Italy,

Conservative rabbi in the United States, cosmonaut in the USSR�

and Brennan also spotlighted institutions such as the Berlin

Philharmonic, which had (and still has) an abysmal record for

employing women. In SkE, one size of emancipated liberalism did

not fit all. �Discrimination against women can be an inextricable

aspect of specific cultures,� Brennan wrote. �How do we face this

fact? Do all cultures have an equal right to life; or are the lives of

the individual women within it more important? �69

Language reform, in the best Esperantic tradition, became a

flashpoint for controversy. Polemics ranged from the need for a

neutral rather than masculine pronoun (ri for li); the abandonment

of fraulino in favor of sinjorino (now to mean �Ms.�); fierce objection

to the use of the suffix -ino to denote women professionals (verkistino

instead of verkisto); and the use of the prefix ge- to signify a person

of either sex. (The plural gepatroj meant �parents,� so why not use

the singular gepatro to denote either parent?) The eminent translator

and psychotherapist *Claude Piron, while arguing that strict

rationalism was not the surest way to language reform, nonetheless

offered a detailed four-part recommendation on how to reform use

of the feminine -ino suffix.

Opposed to such reforms was the poet and Zamenhof biographer

Marjorie Boulton. What business did Esperantists have debating

pronouns, she asked, in a world full of workplace discrimination,

religious bigotry, unwanted children, unequal rights in marriage and

divorce, female circumcision, and the rape of political prisoners? 70

When Brennan published her own expos� of sexist fairy tales, she

drew an outraged response from the journalist *Bernard Golden:

�Today � children�s tales, tomorrow she�ll tell us a new version of

classical mythology, and the day after it will be Shakespeare�s turn,

and inevitably, a rewritten �Holy Bible� according to the �Brennanist�

heresy.� 71 Printing Golden�s response, Brennan wore his insult as a

badge of honor.

Brennan not only edited SkE; she also helped to write the first

mission statement for the Commission on Women�s Action, which

included the following:

1. To make Esperantists aware of the social problems of women.

2. To educate Esperantist women to overcome these problems.

3. To make contact with international women�s organizations.

4. To raise the proportion of women in the Esperanto movement. 72

The Commission was beholden to the UEA�s goal of

propagandizing Esperanto to the world; hence three of its four goals

focused on Esperantism. But SkE, by contrast, was independent. It

approached international women�s issues peresperante, not

poresperante�through Esperanto, rather than for it. The SkE

sourcebook on discrimination for the 1980 Universal Congress, for

instance, made little mention of Esperantism. From Sweden came a

graphic description of female circumcision and infibulation, with

grisly testimony by a circumcised Malian woman. From West

Germany came a personal essay from a blind German woman

urging more �independence and integration in the world of the

sighted.� 73 And from Iranian *Ĵila Sadigi (one of the five

commissioners) came a revolutionary manifesto vindicating the

wearing of a black veil:

I can�t�even in Esperanto!�define the courage and even

the brashness of women when they cover themselves with

this veil. Without these veils, they are more beautiful, but

at the same time, cowardly, passive, shamed, silent and

emotional. 74

At the 1980 congress on discrimination, women outnumbered men

in the sessions on anti-feminist discrimination, but according to the

British Esperantist *Diccon Masterman, men�s voices dominated.

�One had the impression,� wrote Masterman, �that men were more

eager to defend the rights of women than women themselves.�

(Though a Gambian man addressed the group on female

circumcision, no African women attended the congress, and the

scarcity of non-Western women was duly noted.) In search of a way

to �activate the passive women who never dare to open their

mouth[s],� *Pepita de Caspry of Norway proposed that a seminar on

public speaking techniques be offered to women Esperantists. 75

After the congress, in a column entitled �Practical Steps,�

Brennan announced a new priority: to train women in public

speaking and coach them in practicing their skills. 76 �We need to

educate ourselves if we are to reach others,� she wrote. She set up an

archive of speeches to provide models and resources, and offered a

packet of materials for anyone willing to run a public-speaking

workshop. The most successful workshop, led by Brennan and three

others, was a one-week intensive held in July 1983 in Pisanica,

Bulgaria. The eighteen participants practiced skills in enunciation,

breathing, reading aloud, and reducing anxiety. Toward the end of

the week, they each wrote and presented a speech on a choice of

themes and offered one another feedback.

In the same issue in which SkE proudly reported the workshop�s

success, Brennan published an open letter by the Iranian *Turan

Sagafi: �Reading in SkE articles about � lectures to help women

who have problems with speaking in public � I ask: �Are all the

other grave problems of life already solved?� Not in Iran.� 77 Sagafi

told of remote villages, impoverished schools, and women compelled

to make fifteen trips a day to draw well water; wives who were

beaten, locked up, and excluded from all public deliberations;

daughters who skipped school rather than leave their mothers alone

with flocks, fields, wells, childcare, and household tasks. While leftist

feminists in the 1920s accused the UEA of class blindness, six

decades later, Sagafi�s letter pointed up the enduring ethnocentrism

of the mainstream movement.

Reading Sekso kaj Egaleco from the vantage of the twenty-first

century is like walking into a multicultural meeting of 1970s

feminists, sometimes embracing in solidarity, sometimes fiercely

debating; you can almost smell the patchouli oil. SkE also yields an

intimate glimpse of one woman�s struggle to live out the ideals of

both feminism and Esperantism amid the turbulent 1980s. In the

editor�s note with which Brennan began each issue, she described the

trial of producing it, accomplished with carbon paper, postage

stamps, and liberal applications of Tipp-Ex, amid the demands of

her growing family. Between Issues 10 (July 1982) and 11 (January

1985) there was a gap of almost three years: �A NIGHTMARE COME

TRUE,� she groaned, after two issues were lost in transit before

printing. Multitasking on work and child care, Brennan wrote: �One

has to avoid the tendency to sit for hours in front of the magic

screen, while the children draw on the walls and spill milk onto the

rug, fighting to solve a simple problem such as � how to center the

title.� In one issue, Brennan quoted a �striking� comment by the

British Esperantist *Sybil Sly: �Of the three occupations�work,

family and Esperanto�it�s possible to combine two, but probably

not all three.� 78 She was trying to do the impossible, and somehow

managing.

Anna (Brennan) L�wenstein and Renato Corsetti, 2012

[Fabio Corsetti]

In the wake of the 1986 nuclear accident at Chernobyl, Brennan

found feminist magazines covering �pacifism, the nuclear menace,

racism, poverty, health, homosexuality, lifestyle, etc.� 79 It was a sign

that the women�s movement had matured, as had young activists

like herself, many of whom were now preoccupied with balancing

work and family. Kehlet recalls that by the end of the UN Decade on

Women in 1985, the energy had dissipated: �It was the same fifteen

women at every meeting�just not interesting anymore. �80 SkE

sought a new editor, but to no avail. Since the women�s movement

had entered the mainstream��although � in a diluted form,�

Brennan wrote, the phase of passion and discovery had passed. But

another, for gay (mostly male) Esperantists, was in full swing.

6. Samseksemuloj

Seven years after the 1969 Stonewall riots in New York City, a

British Esperantist, *Peter Danning, founded the Ligo de

Samseksamaj Geesperantistoj (LSG). Born in Berlin in 1928,

Danning fled with his Jewish family to England at the age of nine. A

renovator of flats and owner of a gay-friendly guesthouse in

Twickenham, Danning was also active in the founding of Britain�s

Gay and Lesbian Humanist Association. In 1977, by changing the

Esperanto word samseksema, meaning �inclined toward the same

sex,� to samseksama, �same-sex loving,� Danning brought

homosexuality itself out of the closet. Guiding the group with probity

and discretion, he ensured that its membership rolls were held in

confidence.

American Martin Factor, retired linguist and former actor, recalls

that before the collapse of communism in 1989, �LSG was often the

only gay organization to which closeted men in Eastern Europe

belonged. It was their connection to another world��a world they

trusted to keep their identities concealed. Until 1988, all LSG

gatherings during the Universal Congress were held in gay-friendly

venues elsewhere in the city, allowing LSG members to maintain

their privacy, as well as mingle with locals. Founded a year before

the International Lesbian and Gay Association (as it was then

called), the LSG calls itself the oldest international LGBT

organization.

Membership was especially strong in Germany, Russia, Poland,

and Hungary; the UK, where Danning founded the LSG, was another

stronghold. It was a Briton who brought homosexuality into full

view in the pages of SkE. In August 1987, Dermod Quirke, the

production manager, wrote a piece called �A Male Feminist?�

I�m a feminist because I believe that humanity is NOT split

neatly into two groups according to sex.� I possess the

biological capability of becoming a father, but I don�t use

this capability; that is to say, I�m a homosexual.� My

lover is a man; and our relations are just as loving, just as

intimate, as the relations between a happy heterosexual

couple. 81

The topics Quirke treated were very much at home in SkE:

division of labor, prejudices about sex roles, nonsexist marriage and

partnership. But the explicit emphasis on gender identity and sexual

orientation was a portent of changes to come�but not in SkE, which

folded after the next issue.

In the months before the 1980 Stockholm Congress on the theme

of discrimination, *Franklin van Zoest of the Netherlands wrote to

SkE: �In various publications there have already appeared articles

about racial-ethnic, anti-feminist, economic and language

discrimination, but nowhere does one see an article about

discrimination against gays (homosexuals). Could this perhaps be

intentional?� 82 Gay issues, though not part of the pre-congress

publicity, were indeed on the agenda; in his keynote speech, British

phoneticist John Wells mentioned �discrimination against

homosexuals�against gays, as we now prefer to say�that is,

discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation.� 83 Like the

Jewishness of Zamenhof, homosexuality was a ticklish subject for an

organization that lived on both sides of the iron curtain, but in the

revolutionary year of 1989, Wells became the first openly gay

president of the UEA.

A decade later, at the Berlin Congress, Danning pressed the UEA

for official recognition of LSG as a �collaborating organization.� The

governing committee�s vote was fourteen in favor, five opposed, and

eighteen abstentions. General Director Osmo Buller later mused that

the number of abstentions was high because at that time votes were

still taken by a show of hands. 84 When Danning, suffering from

Parkinson�s disease, died of a heart attack in 2002, the obituaries

from gay Esperantists tenderly referred to him as �our dear

founder��the same terms used of Zamenhof at his obsequies.

According to a thirty-year veteran of LSG, the organization

continues to have �considerable trouble attracting women.� The LSG

journal Forumo features pictures of semi-clad young men. Aside from

women in crowd shots of marches and demonstrations, very few are

pictured, and articles specifically about lesbians are rare; about

transgender people, even rarer. To find a lively discussion about

lesbians, one turns to the comments on the website Libera Folio,

where in the best Esperantist tradition, men debate how best to refer

to lesbians: as lesboj (without the -ino suffix)? as lesbaninoj? as gejinoj

�gay women?

The 2010 Universal Congress in Havana was to celebrate the

twenty-year anniversary of the UEA�s collaboration with LSG. But

for LSG, meeting in a country with a history of persecuting

homosexuals�a country with no gay advocacy organization or

publications�was out of the question. Besides, the LSG was loath to

present gay Cubans with the choice of shunning the gathering or

risking ostracism or even personal injury. In a Libera Folio interview,

Buller agreed that the organization should not hold its congress in a

country where the LSG would be banned�but, he pointed out, that

was not the case in Cuba. 85

In Buller�s view, the hostility and anxiety shown toward gays

among Esperantists had certainly lessened, but he discreetly alluded

to the gejofobio (homophobia) that had fueled a crisis within the

Central Office in 2000�2001, when a gay staffer was accused of

sexual misconduct with a young male volunteer. To this day, the

events are mired in controversy. Since the staff was too divided to

mediate and resolve the issue, the UEA, headed by Kep Enderby, a

former minister of justice for Queensland, Australia, took the matter

on. When the board found neither for the complainant nor for the

staffer, three longtime, respected staff members expecting

exoneration of the staffer resigned in anger. One of those was

Buller, who returned three years later as general director.

Asked by Libera Folio whether he was a member of LSG, Buller

replied, �I take my neutrality seriously to the point where I don�t

join any allied associations.� And to prove the rule,� he added, �I

made an exception and joined the Association of Nonsmokers.�

7. Rauma�s Children

In Esperantujo, where many things happen late, the 1960s did not

end until 1980. In the small Finnish town of Rauma, a group of

youthful Esperantists pulled down the curtain, Wizard-of-Oz style,

around the fina venko. �We believe that official adoption of

Esperanto is neither likely nor essential during the 80s,� wrote

Giorgio Silfer, Amri Wandel, and *Jouko Lindstedt:

The undersigned observe a contradiction in the

Esperantists� attitude, resembling a conflict between the

ideal superego and the ego: our superego causes us to

preach to other people about some myths�a second

language for all; the English language is our enemy; the

UN must adopt Esperanto, etc.�and � at the same time,

among us, we enjoy and use Esperanto in accordance with

what it in fact is, independent of its founding principles. 86

Just as Zamenhof had seen a crisis of inauthenticity among the

emancipated Jews of the Russian Empire, the Manifesto of Rauma

addressed an identity crisis in Esperantujo: �The search for our own

identity causes us to conceive of the Esperantists as if belonging to a

self-elected diasporic language minority� (my italics). For the Raŭmists,

Zamenhof�s ideology of the �family circle� was a liability rather than

an asset, because it �repel[led] those outsiders who are interested.�

Nor did the Raŭmists endorse the para-peoplehood that Zamenhof

had envisioned. Rejecting metaphors of archaic unity based on

blood, they preferred the centrifugal metaphor of a diaspora unified

by culture and affinity. Esperanto culture was more than a cradle for

an infant language, and more than a platform for utopian ideals; in

the course of a century, it had flowered into a distinct tradition and

a source of a shared supranational identity. And with the centennial

of Esperanto approaching, this culture deserved to be celebrated.

�Outsiders� who found something to admire in Esperantujo, whether

ideological or aesthetic, would be welcomed, but the utopian goal of

an Esperanto-speaking world was declared moot.

As much as the Raŭmists abjured bonds of family and blood, the

practical matter of sharing a cultural heritage was hard to

distinguish from the �as-if� of Esperantic peoplehood. Ironically, to

authorize their claims in Zamenhof�s writings, the Raŭmists quoted

his letter envisioning the Hillelists, �a group of people who accept

[Esperanto] as their family language.� 87 And perhaps it was no

coincidence that the Raŭmists found their way back to Hillelism; the

previous decade had seen a renewed interest in Zamenhof�s Jewish

context, and with it, the birth of �Zamenhofology.� In 1973, Ito

Kanzi, a Japanese editor of medical texts, published the first volume

of forty-three in the Complete Works of Zamenhof. For his legendary

efforts�and for his seven-volume Japanese-language novel about

Zamenhof�Ito garnered every prize to be had in the Esperanto

world. Proud of his achievement, he grafted Zamenhof�s first name

onto his own and nicknamed himself �Ludovikito.�

Another landmark of Zamenhofology was N. Z. Maimon�s The

Hidden Life of Zamenhof, the first study devoted to the founder�s

Jewish milieu. Its impact was considerable; when Tonkin wrote an

essay for the centenary celebration of 1987, he likened Zamenhof to

a �Jewish prophet,� an astonishing turnabout from the days when

Zamenhof was ridiculed for being exactly that:

The beautiful visions of the early Jewish prophets [wrote

Tonkin] accompanied � the Egyptian captivity and its

emblematic successor, the pogroms. Also in the heart of

Zamenhof, perhaps, the optimistic thread of Jewish

thought was constantly accompanied by the cruel reality,

which was interwoven with it.� Persecution opened his

vision; the vision accompanies the persecution.� Doktoro

Esperanto took upon himself that heaviest, almost Mosaic

responsibility, to guide his people (all humanity) out of

captivity to the promised land. 88

For most Esperantists, Raŭmism was not a revolution but an esprit

de jeunesse in tune with the spirit of the liberatory 1960s and 1970s;

to many, it vindicated Zamenhof�s dream of a para-people united by

culture and affinity, even if it forfeited idealism in the process. But

Raŭmism had its critics as well. One of the charges was that the

manifesto transformed the interna ideo into a pleasure principle;

Esperanto had lost its idealism, as well as its pertinence to other

progressive ideals. It was as though the youth of Esperantujo had

collectively gone upstairs and slammed the door�to party. But there

was a darker objection: that because Raŭmists did not seek to extend

Esperantic culture to the world at large, their vision insidiously

resembled that of a nation, unlike Zamenhof�s vision of an ever-

expanding Hillelist community. For some, their worst fears were

realized in 1998 when Giorgio Silfer, one of the three authors of the

Manifesto of Rauma, claimed legal sovereignty for the Esperanto

community among the world�s nation-states.

Born Valerio Ari in Milan in 1949, Silfer earned degrees in

modern languages and belles lettres. In his twenties he co-founded a

cutting-edge literary magazine called Literatura Foiro (Literature

Fair), which is still in print after half a century. In 1980, he started

the first multimedia Esperanto venture, the Literatura Foiro

Cooperative; along with the Esperanto Cultural Center, it is now

based in the home of Silfer and his wife, *Perla Martinelli, in La

Chaux-de-Fonds, Switzerland. (Martinelli is also the founding editor

of Femina, currently the only feminist magazine in Esperantujo.) In

1998, Silfer and Martinelli inaugurated the first Esperanto PEN

center, which soon joined forces with the Esperanto Radical

Association to proclaim the �Pakto por la Esperanta Civito.�

The pact declared that �the Esperanto community is a stateless

diasporic language-collective to which people belong by free choice,

or by a free confirmation, in the case of denaskaj [from birth]

Esperantists.� For the first time, the Esperanto world was

conceptualized neither as a community, a people, nor a movement,

but as a city-state, or civito. Although the Civito did not break away

from the UEA, relations between the two organizations became

more acrid than in any schism in the history of the movement. While

the UEA struggled through internal crises and declining membership,

the Civito boasted of its vitality and autonomy by comparison to the

UEA, without making public its membership statistics. Instead of

comprising citizens, the Civito initially comprised a federation of

organizations; four years later, individuals were permitted to apply

for civitaneco (citizenship) provided they belonged to one of the

signatory organizations. All applications had to be approved by an

undefined �registry,� on unspecified criteria. Citizenship was free,

and for life, though the pact contained detailed procedures for either

side to sever relations between an organization and the pact.

Silfer rightly claims that the Civito is the only Esperanto entity to

officially endorse the 1948 Universal Declaration of Human Rights;

according to its website, this declaration and the pact itself are the

Civito�s two guiding principles. But for those outside the Civito, the

medium is the message. Since its founding, the Civito has been

widely perceived as a mysterious entity that thrives on the

mystification of its own procedures. Its website features Piero della

Francesca�s painting The Ideal City, a cluster of noble structures

drawn in single-point perspective, devoid of human life. Indeed,

there is something austere and inhuman about the fiercely

elaborated institutions that emerged from the Civito in its early

years, including a constitution, a judiciary, senators, and a

parliament. Red, white, and green political parties (the colors of the

Italian flag) also emerged. Presiding over the Civito was a strong

executive comprising a �consul� and up to seven �vice consuls,�

some appointed, some elected. Together they were known as the

�Capital.� In 1998 *Walter Zelazny, a Polish sociologist, became the

founding consul, succeeded in 2006 by Silfer. At this writing, the

Civito has a woman consul�*Marie-France Conde Rey�with Silfer,

Martinelli, and three others serving as vice consuls.

The legal jargon of the charter, with its frequent recourse to

Latin, carries through to the official dispatches of the Civito, posted

on the Web with no space for reader comments. The Civito�s arcane

regulations make the bylaws of the UEA seem like those of a tree-

house club. For example:

The Forum approves rules in the form of directives and the

Senate approves norms in the form of laws. Both branches

of Parliament approve regulations which apply the

directive or law. Usually the directives pertain to relations

among the pact�s entities, and laws regulate relations

within the citizenry. Directives are named by the family

name of the delegate who proposes it�for example

�Hiltbrand Directive.�� and one indicates laws by a Latin

epithet�for instance, �Lex suffragatoria�on the election

for the Senate.� 89

To the stalwart Esperantists of the UEA, the arcane legalism of the

Civito was baffling and alien. Silfer was viewed as a provocateur,

and not without reason. He had an irrepressible habit of disparaging

the UEA and its members; as he announced on the tenth anniversary

of the pact, �We�re more than samideanoj: we�re civitanoj.� (In Silfer�s

emails, �Civitane,� not �Samideane,� is the customary closing.) In

person, Silfer is cordial and hospitable, a witty, erudite raconteur

who is deeply versed in Esperanto history and literature. Tall and

graceful, he has an august air about him, as if he were the head of

the opposition (with him, one quickly stops speaking of �the

movement,� �the Esperantists�), except that the �governing� party

doesn�t acknowledge him until he commits a grave transgression.

In 2006, conflict between the Civito and the UEA flared up over

an Esperantology conference Silfer organized in Togo. The UEA,

having given more than 30,000 Euros to its Africa Office, was

scandalized when that office issued a press release praising Silfer

and the conference, followed by an email blast from Togo

Esperantist *Gbeglo Koffi joyfully anticipating more such

conferences. Provoked by Silfer�s audacity and Koffi�s disloyalty, the

UEA abruptly severed its ties with the Africa Office.

To many, it seemed that Silfer had founded a quasi-state, a

suspicion he confirmed by claiming that the Civito is �subject to

international law.� 90 Maria Rafaela Urueña, a professor of

international law at the University of Valladolid, considers the idea

ludicrous, since the Civito is neither a state (which draws its

sovereignty from territory, people, or internal organization) nor a

sovereign entity acknowledged by other subjects of international

law. 91 But Silfer, with no time for naysayers, simply maintains that

civitanoj are dual citizens of the Civito and their own country.

In 2000, on the twentieth anniversary of the gathering at Rauma,

a retrospective was held at Helsinki. The Civito, thought to

crystallize the nationalistic tendency of Raŭmism, had spurred the

defenders of Raŭmism to disavow Silfer and rehabilitate it. On three

points a consensus emerged. First, the distinction between Raŭmist

goals and the �ancient� goals of the movement was false.

Esperantists had, for more than a century, managed to be both a

diasporic community and an activist, idealistic movement.

Finavenkismo�the ideal of the final victory of Esperanto�was a

corner into which sophisticated Esperantists had somehow managed

not to paint themselves, generation after generation. At the heart of

lived Esperantism was the capacity to be many things at once: part

of a community and a universalist; a citizen and a transnationalist;

a dreamer and a pragmatist.

The second general consensus was that the Civito, with its ever

ramifying, Orwellian government, not only betrayed the Manifesto

of Rauma; it also betrayed the Esperanto language by forfeiting

clarity and accessibility. *Detlev Blanke, an Esperantist who came of

age in the former GDR, complained, �The text [of the compact]

swarms with such notions as �constitutional charter, pact, sovereign

collective, code, laws, transnational culture, collective identity�,

sovereign functions, lawgiving power, executive power, arbitration

power, senate, consul � court, prefect.�� 92 Blanke also regretted

that it �entrench[ed] the already sufficiently widespread opinion,

that the Esperantists (without distinguishing between Esperanto-

speakers, Esperanto activists, Green DonQuixotes, etc.) are an �

unserious sect and dreamers, whom it doesn�t make sense to

engage.�

The third point was that the Civito betrayed Zamenhof�s

abhorrence of nationalism; in the words of the Esperanto poet

*Jorge Camacho, it espoused an �E-nationalism� led by an

autocratic elite. No one has invested more effort in satirizing Silfer

and the Civito than Camacho, who wrote two satires eviscerating

what he dubbed �Foirismo� (after Silfer�s journal) and its �liturgy.� In

2007 Camacho, along with other (mainly) Spanish and Portuguese

Esperantists, founded the parodic Esperanto Respubliko. 93 The

Republic conferred the status of minister on all its founding

members: there was a Minister of Hangovers and Aspirin; a Minister

of Missed Turns, Non-urgent Affairs and Spanish Cursing; and

Camacho himself served as Minister for [the] Sexes, Eclipses, and

External Relations with the Esperanta Civito. A Finnish woman

became president and Minister of Military Affairs, and (in lieu of

seven vice consuls) there was one �president-in-law.� The republic

vowed to conduct all its international affairs in Basque and one-

upped the Civito�s heraldic coat of arms by taking as its insignia the

triangular road sign for a bull crossing. If it did nothing else, the

Esperanto Respubliko made the point that had the Civito itself not

been deadly serious, it would have been savagely funny.

8. Global Babel

Tonkin once quipped that the Berlin Wall was holding up Esperanto

in Eastern Europe; indeed, when it came down in 1989, UEA

membership began to plummet. Distracted by shortages and

recession, anxious to navigate changing institutions, Eastern

Europeans had neither the motivation nor the leisure to pursue

Esperanto. In the twenty years following the collapse of the Soviet

Union, UEA membership fell nearly 60 percent, from 39,829 to

15,815. But the decline of participation in Eastern Europe was only

a partial cause for this precipitous downturn. Another cause was the

expansion of the English-instruction industry, after the Cold War, to

Eastern Europe and East Asia, where English and opportunity

became synonymous. 94 Technology, too, has contributed to the

decline in UEA membership. But while the advent of the Internet has

undermined the centrality of the UEA, it has also expanded and

altered the ways in which Esperanto is learned, used, and accessed�

that is, for those who have access to the Web; Esperantists are quick

to point out that about 40 percent of the world�s population does

not. 95

Those who regret the marginalization of the UEA note an irony

here: that the UEA has been a world wide web (unplugged) since its

inception in 1908, when Hodler founded a supranational network of

consuls. Given the expense of traveling to congresses and the

scattered nature of the community, Esperantists have always relied

heavily on written communication. No surprise, then, that

Esperantists were quick to seize on the potential of email;

correspondences that once relied on sluggish mail services (including

a legendary thirty-year postal chess match) could be carried on

instantaneously, cheaply, and frequently. Listservs, chat rooms, and

instructional websites soon followed. Vikipedio, the brainchild of

Chuck Smith, an American Esperantist living in Berlin, has a

disproportionately large volume of articles on the Internet (however

difficult it is to count Esperantists), and Esperantists created the

Czech, Slovakian, Georgian, and Swahili versions of Wikipedia. 96

Thus, depending on whom you ask, the Internet has either

revolutionized Esperantujo or has simply made its customary

activities more rapid and accessible. *Peter (Petro) Bal� thinks the

former. Since 2007, Bal� has directed a youth collective called E@I

(pronounced �eh-cheh-ee�) that has irrevocably changed the way

people learn Esperanto. Unlike the Civito and the UEA, it is

ecumenical in conception; its mission statement does not even

mention Esperanto. Instead, the collective fosters �intercultural

education, communication and collaboration� in Esperanto, Slovak,

and Czech, with other languages to come; its global education

website is available in nine languages. Membership is free. As of

2012, the collective comprised almost 15,000 signatories, all (by

statute) between the ages of fifteen and thirty-five. 97

From the inaugural E@I working seminar in 2000, there emerged

lernu!, which teaches Esperanto online in forty-two languages.

According to 2015 figures, lernu! reports nearly 200,000 registered

users, which puts it at a 40-to-1 ratio to the UEA�s individual

membership. The lernu! website attracts young Esperanto learners,

most of whom have no interest in joining an Esperanto

organization. The same can be said for users of the popular

Duolingo website; within the first week of its online Esperanto

course, launched in 2015, it logged in 20,000 users. Facebook, too,

reflects the marginalization of the UEA. At this writing, the ratio of

�likes� on the unaffiliated Esperanto page compared to the �likes�

on the UEA page is six to one.

Global Esperanto

But the comparison between the UEA�s individual membership

and the myriad of online learners is a false one. Those who join the

UEA have chosen Esperanto. They affiliate, they receive the monthly

magazine and yearbook, and about a third of them attend the

Universal Congress. They pay, though not much; to join with an e-

version of the magazine costs about $35 USD annually. Whenever

and wherever they engage with UEA members, officeholders, or

publications, they do so in Esperanto.

Lernu! and Duolingo, on the other hand, are not a choice but a

click. One reaches them by visiting or surfing, not by flying to

Iceland, Turkey, or Buenos Aires. And one can learn Esperanto with

pedagogical support in one�s own language and never be asked to

serve on a committee or a board, or to run for a spot as a delegate.

Lernu! is not choosing, but friending Esperanto, but that is precisely

the point: with lernu!, E@I has managed finally to put Esperanto

into the media stream, along with Facebook, YouTube, Tumblr,

Instagram, Amazon.com, and all the other sites you visit daily.

Sooner or later, lernu! is up on your toolbar, and beside it, Reta

Vortaro (an online dictionary); Google Translate, which recently

added Esperanto as its sixty-fourth language; and the hip English-

Esperanto Dictionary developed by Sonja Lang (herself the inventor

of a language called Toki Pona, designed to inculcate Taoism).

Sonja�s dictionary is where one turns to find the Esperanto for

�genetically modified organisms,� �baba ganoush,� and �labia

majora.� On the language-teaching sites, interactivity is paramount:

one engages with Duolingo�s owl tutor �Duo,� just as one does with

lernu!�s feline mascot, Zam, who greets you on your birthday; a click

on lernu! can even connect you to a human tutor or interlocutor. As

a twenty-something Esperantist recently asked, can Zamcoin be far

off?The Web not only provides novices with language instruction and

easy access to the community; it has also diminished the impact of

the UEA�s prime channel for delivering information, Esperanto

Revuo. While TEJO�s Kontakto has a website, Esperanto Revuo does

not, though PDFs of issues are available online for subscribers.

Esperantists looking for movement news online turn to Libera Folio

(Free Page), a webzine that offers an independent point of view on

the UEA and the movement in general. The unpaid editor and

primary contributor, *Kalle Kniivil�, by day a reporter for the

prestigious Swedish Sydsvenskan, 98 was formerly a leading public

relations manager for the UEA. He edited the journal TEJO

Tutmonde, served as the UEA�s commissioner for information from

1997�1998, and later sat on the executive board of the UEA. But

Kniivil�s disenchantment in 2003, during a season of controversial

resignations in the Central Office, spurred him and Istv�n Ertl to

start an independent forum with the highest journalistic standards.

He recalls:

It was very frustrating to see the chaos in the chief

organization of the Esperanto world, and at the same time,

to see that the vast majority of members were barely

aware of [it], since there was no forum for serious, critical

journalism in Esperantujo. The [UEA�s] Esperanto � painted

a completely rosy picture of the events, which made no

room for critical viewpoints. 99

These days, on the Libera Folio site, Kniivil� whets his axe against

the Esperanto world�s �[sect-like] isolation from the surrounding

world � with green bulletins preaching the all-saving power of the

perfect language and the imminent fina venko to a shrinking cohort

of samideanoj. �100 Though various UEA operatives openly express

annoyance with Libera Folio, they frequently grant Kniivil�

interviews, knowing his reportage is sharp, well-written, and

sophisticated. Such willingness has not been shown by Silfer, who

regards Libera Folio as a �scandal rag� and whom Kniivil� treats

unsparingly. For Libera Folio, there are no sacred cows. Shortly

before the 2008 Beijing Olympics, the Chinese government came in

for a scolding from Libera Folio when it defamed the Dalai Lama on

its Esperanto website, El Popola Ĉinio: �The Dalai [Lama]�s clique

ceaselessly interferes with and undermines the soul-migration of the

Buddha.� Libera Folio published an angry response by American

Steve Brewer: �In China perhaps one can forbid the liberal

expression of the people, but � not everywhere in the world.�

Kniivil�, in a wry follow-up, ventured that �the editors of the official

Chinese website will choose other responses for publication.� 101

9. Esperanto in 2087

In an essay called �The 21st Century�Is the Esperanto Movement

Ready?� Bal� argues that the UEA must either adapt vigorously to

changed circumstances or lose its claim to be Esperanto�s

preeminent institution. Esperantists, he claims, have a great deal to

learn from the success of E@I. First, because it is necessary to

professionalize, funding must be aggressively pursued. To date, E@I

has secured more than a million Euros in EU grants. Second,

Esperantists need to collaborate with other institutions devoted to

multiculturalism. Third, if the UEA categorically keeps the world of

commerce at bay, it forfeits a crucial way to make Esperanto

known, used, and funded. Finally, collaborations of the future must

be Web-based and thoroughly transnational. (E@I�s headquarters is

a tiny office in Partiz�nske, Slovakia, rented from the city for one

Euro per year; it might as well be on the moon.) Whether or not the

UEA is prepared to learn these lessons will depend on whether a

new generation of leadership�for now, digital immigrants; before

long, digital natives�can seize the opportunities realized by the

wildly successful E@I.

Unlike Bal�, most seasoned Esperantists don�t dwell on the

future; at least where Esperanto is concerned, they don�t much like

to contemplate it. They know that the number of people who

develop competence, join the UEA, and go to annual congresses is

trending down, even if the websites are getting hits. They know that

English is, for all practical purposes, the �universal language��at

least for now. And they fear they�ll inevitably be asked whether

Esperanto is going to disappear, a question to which there is no

good answer. Saying �yes� raises the question, �Why go on doing

it?�; saying �no� makes one sound like a finavenkisto. Nonetheless,

when I invited samideanoj to envision Esperanto at its bicentennial

in 2087, they complied with a blend of gravitas and absurdity, the

way Esperantists have always responded to unfathomable questions.

Several respondents felt that Esperanto will always speak to those

seeking reassurance in a world that is violent, unstable, and short on

certainties. Writing from Spain, Camacho commented that as long as

this is the case, �the Esperanto affair will go on attracting those

individuals just as a planet captures driving asteroids and

transforms them into voluntary, fervent satellites.� From her home

in rural Brazil, Ursula Grattapaglia mused that in the twentieth

century, Esperanto provided succor to those who suffered the horrors

of war:

[A]fter the First and Second World Wars, Esperanto grew

vigorously, chiefly among those people who had survived

the horrors.

(I was among them in Berlin.)

Because of wars, people seek out some concrete way in

which to act against the violence of war, and Esperanto,

willy-nilly, was and probably remains the bearer of ideas

of peace, respect, tolerance, and solidarity.

The unending question of how to attract new Esperantists evoked

fantasies of Esperanto�s �normalization,� when a wide range of

people, rather than a self-described community, will speak it. In

2087, wrote Bronŝtejn, former leader of the Esperanto underground

in the USSR, �three world-wide television channels, broadcasting in

Esperanto, completely refuse to accept advertisements, since they

receive enough funding on account of educational and cultural

programming.� Farther afield, Bronŝtejn imagined the day when

�colonists who had come to Mars in 2025�45, and their thousands of

descendants, proclaim Esperanto the state language of Mars.�

(Bronŝtejn has already been proven wrong; the Mars One project

recently declared that the lingua franca on Mars will be English.)

More modestly, Vergara, of Chile, imagined Esperanto at a pinnacle

of academic and political prestige, as did Blanke in Berlin, who

offered an (admittedly utopian) scenario in which the �centers and

institutions on interlinguistics and Esperantology will be a common

occurrence in universities.�

Israeli astrophysicist Wandel imagined how profoundly the

internet will have altered the Esperanto world. Like novelist Gary

Shteyngart�s

prophecy

corporate

mega-mergers

(�LandO�LakesGMFordCredit�), the Wandelian future merges the

maverick Libera Folio and the staid UEA: �Millions will follow its

website, �Libera UEA-Folio,�� where reader-contributors will �write,

discuss and respond in real time.� Meanwhile, lernu! will have

absorbed many functions of the weakened UEA, an acronym that in

2087 will stand for �Universal Esperanto Administration.� Online

students, Wandel predicted, will be �invited � to participate in

virtual conferences and in this way be immediately integrated into

the virtual Esperanto community.� Wandel also predicted that �the

popular social network Space Book will feature hundreds of

Esperanto groups,� with young people messaging in an Esperanto-

rich cyberslang.

At Esperanto�s bicentennial, Wandel wrote, there will remain one

outpost of the print-and-paper world: The Academy of Esperanto,

whose �official votes continue to be taken by snail mail, since some

of its eminent members, on principle, don�t own a computer � or

use email.� Like Wandel, former UEA president Corsetti reimagined

the UEA�but re-centered in Brazil: �The headquarters,� he wrote,

�will be in Brazil, and they will soon present a proposal for the �

use of Esperanto in the UN.� Another century, another hemisphere,

yet another campaign for UN recognition.

From Luxembourg, Ertl offered a topsy-turvy prediction in which

technology vindicates Esperanto�s humanism. �To have an

immediate translation,� wrote Ertl, himself an EU translator, �one

no longer needs a computer screen�:

By 2030, after a transitional period with projecting Google

Glasses, it will be possible to project translations directly

into the brain.� At least [this will obtain] among the well-

off portion of humanity, two or three billion of the ten

billion living on earth. Possibly, paradoxically, [the others]

will more often be multilingual than the �rich,� of whom

only a few seriously study languages.� [Precisely this]

will be beneficial for Esperantists�: The most utilitarian

arguments fall away, and there remain the most intimate:

the plea for authentically personal contact.

While other humans and their devices whirr in tandem, Esperantists

will still be able to turn away from the screen, take off the Google

Glasses, and unplug the brain from its electronic language-nodes. At

least while they speak Esperanto, they will still be able to recover an

authentically human life, and authentic contact with others.

With a changing world and a changing constituency, several

respondents observed, the Esperanto language would inevitably be

altered. From Rome, L�wenstein wrote: �Esperanto will still be

spoken after seventy years, but what Esperanto will this be?�

L�wenstein foresaw the eclipse of English by Chinese as the

dominant world language, wondering if Esperanto might be used to

bridge East and West, as in the early twentieth century: �[Will] the

Chinese government conclude, at some point, that Esperanto could

be the solution to the international language problem? Or will some

Chinese Zamenhof create an Asian Esperanto, based on Asian

roots�?�

Corsetti has argued that the omnipresence of Chinese would

inevitably impact the Esperanto lexicon, just as the proportion of

French, English, and scientific roots to German and Slavic roots

grew by almost 20 percent between 1893 and 1970. 102 (To make the

point that non-Europeans find Esperanto estranging, Corsetti

masterfully rewrote a stanza of �La Espero��retitled �La Tojvo��

using roots drawn only from non-Western and Slavic languages.)103

Corsetti wryly predicted that �the growing use of Chinese will cause

holy alliances among the English speaking countries, which will try

to halt its progress � through Esperanto.� Meanwhile, linguists

continue to declare that we must attend to the meaning of tones,

since linguists indeed know who pays the stipends for their research

projects.�

Just as the community and language will have evolved, so will

the interna ideo: the leading contender for the role was

environmentalism. From Rotterdam, U.S.-born *Roy McCoy wrote,

�The disagreement among climatologists seems to be whether

humanity will die off in 2040, 2050, or 2060.� If Esperantists�and

everyone�don�t start to care for the environment at this point �

questions about the future of Esperanto will make no sense

whatever, since there won�t be people around to speak it.� With

black humor, Corsetti sketched a future doomed by climate change:

[By 2087] few regions on earth will still be habitable. The

most vast of these will be Siberia. Thus, in 2087, the war to

take over Siberia, begun in 2085, [continues] between the

remaining Chinese and the remaining Americans. [As for

the declared reasons for war,] the Americans decided that

this is the moment to transfer democracy to the last living

ethnic Germans in Siberia and the Chinese entered to

defend the shamanism of the Yakuts.� In this vision,

Esperanto will be completely forgotten and � in the few

remaining years, one will speak English or Chinese.

Japanese Esperantist *Usui Hiroko was more pessimistic about

the present than the future: �In the present moment in history, when

the idea that humanity progresses is so exhausted, [people]

mockingly speak not only of the fina venko but also of the fina velko

[final fading].� Usui disclosed that the nuclear accident at

Fukushima in 2011 spurred him to move to China. �I�m now

convinced that at some point humanity will perish,� he wrote, �not

because of nuclear war, as I believed during my adolescent years

during the eighties, but because of nuclear centers.�

It was Usui who named the one resource above all needed for

Esperanto to survive: patience. He quoted an excerpt from �On the

Future of My Poems,� by the Esperanto poet Edwin de Kock. In

English, roughly:

If the barbarians at some point

put the torch to civilization,

wouldn�t there remain, somewhere, egg-patiently,

through the death-dark winter of the centuries,

my little poems, to hatch

under some new, reborn sun

and in a doting, dreamy heart,

to make my past thoughts resound

in archaic Esperanto?

If classical scientific knowledge was preserved in Arabic; if neo-

Confucianism influenced the European Enlightenment; and,

moreover, if the ideal of Chinese ideograms is enshrined inside early

modern language projects; then, Usui argued, �egg-patience� is

clearly warranted. Corsetti, in a confessional tone, agreed: �When I

was young, I thought that good people always won and bad people

always lost. Unfortunately, I was more influenced by films, in which

it indeed falls out this way. In reality, good people usually lose, but

nonetheless, in the long run, they win. Sometimes the wait can be

very long.�

And whence this �patience� for a �very long� wait�what Ludovik

Lazarus Zamenhof simply called �hope�? As Ursula Grattapaglia

wrote, �Esperanto is virtually a mantra � which immediately

creates sympathy, which identifies itself in irrational desires [for

such things] as solidarity, equality, peace, and mutual understanding

without hegemony.� At its bicentennial in 2087, then, Esperanto will

still be what it has always been: a litany of rational arguments

driven by an irrational desire to make a better world.

When it comes to irrational desires, Ursula knows whereof she

speaks. Back in the summer of 1974, there was nothing rational

about her and her husband Giuseppe�s decision to leave behind their

comfortable lives in Turin, sail to Brazil, and foster abused,

abandoned children in the rural savanna. No one can say whether

their farm-school, Bona Espero, will still be there in 2087. But forty

years after arriving in Brazil, Ursula and Giuseppe are still at it,

teaching Esperanto and saving lives. In July 2009, Ursula invited me

to visit, and the following May�on a clear fall day, in the Southern

Hemisphere�I went.

Samideanoj IV

Bona Espero, or Androids

1. �A Little Piece of Heaven�

These days the 150 miles from Bras�lia to Bona Espero are paved, all

but the last four. After several hours driving due west, just as the

scrub gives way to rolling hills, Ursula Grattapaglia swerves right

onto a red sunbaked road. Months since the flash floods of summer

�January, February, March�the road is still riven with gullies. To

the left, on the hill, stands a white post topped by the Esperanto

symbol, two green Es locked in a mirrored kiss.

After several bumpy minutes, Ursula slows and noses us through a

white wrought-iron gate. As a trio of yapping dogs give chase, she

honks a little song�honk-a-honk-a-honk�and from all directions,

kids come running to the car, coffee-colored arms and legs in bright

T-shirts. They don�t know me, but when I step out of the car, they

wrap their arms around me one by one, little lapping waves, then

drift away. The scene arranges itself: a few low-lying cottages

flanked by banana groves, pink hibiscus, flitting hummingbirds,

aluminum-foil clouds, and, on the horizon, a stately mountain lying

like a beached whale. �My God, it�s paradise,� I say, and Ursula�s

heard it before. I get her stock reply: �If this were paradise,� she

says, waving toward the kids, �these would be angels.�

In 1974, Ursula and Giuseppe Grattapaglia came from Italy to

start a new Esperanto world in Brazil. With their two teenage sons

in tow, they left behind two jobs, two homes equipped with washing

machines and dishwashers, two cars, family, and friends to live on

the savanna with no electricity, no phone, and a couple of dozen

illiterate peasant children. Ten miles away was the nearest town, a

clutch of clay cabins with straw roofs. Bras�lia, a planned city barely

a decade old, could be reached only after a fifteen-hour drive on dirt

roads via a handful of improvised bridges.

Children during World War II, Ursula and Giuseppe were not

strangers to scarcity. Ursula was born in 1933 and raised in Berlin.

According to Roman Dobrzy�ski�s Bona Espero, nine-year-old Ursula

and her brother, along with other children of high-ranking Nazi

officials, were handpicked to sleep in Hitler�s bunker for eight

months, until her family were relocated to Poland for safety. Later

in the war, she and her family returned by stealth to Berlin, living

hand to mouth. At the war�s end, Ursula stood on the steps of a

Franciscan high school and begged the nuns for an education,

graduated in the top four, and then worked her way up at a

department store from secretary to administrator. Both Ursula and

Giuseppe became Esperantists while still in their teens; they met for

the first time after a six-year Esperanto correspondence. When he

wrote soon after, asking her to marry him, she told him he was crazy

and warned him that she �abominated� children. Despite the

warnings, he persevered, and Ursula agreed to a �provisional�

marriage. They took their vows in Esperanto, and have now been

provisionally married for fifty-three years.

Moving to Turin with Giuseppe, Ursula made a career of her gift

for languages. For Fiat executives, she interpreted German, French,

Italian, and English. (It was Ursula who translated for the Italian

press corps during the 1972 Munich massacre, when eleven Israeli

Olympians were assassinated by Black September.) Giuseppe, like

his father, was nursed in the bosom of Fiat, and from age fourteen

was one of a small cadre of youths groomed for a technical post

among Fiat�s engineers. Apart from a stint in the military, he had

always lived in Turin.

By the 1970s, the Grattapaglias were in their early forties and

highly placed in the Italian Esperanto Federation, organizing its

annual congress�most famously, on a cruise to Morocco. (Ursula, in

a rare burst of English: �It was absolutely the top!�) One day Giuseppe

came upon a circular advertising a school in rural Brazil founded by

Esperantists, dedicated to making a �better world and a happier

human race.�

Boasting of telephone lines and a hydroelectric plant that would

soon be up and running, the director, *Arthur Vellozo, entreated

Esperantists worldwide to come to Bona Espero and join in the new

venture. Ursula wrote to Vellozo proposing to visit at Christmas, but

there was no response. In accordance with rural Brazilian protocols,

her letter sat in someone�s kitchen for six months until a sufficient

volume of mail accumulated to be delivered. After one or two more

protracted exchanges, it was agreed that the Grattapaglias would

spend Christmas of 1973 at Bona Espero.

What they didn�t know was that the circular when they received it

in Turin was already two years out of date, its luminous vision

emitted by a dying star. After multiple flights and the grueling off-

road journey, Ursula and Giuseppe found a handful of adults in

charge of twenty-eight children in a crude, candle-lit building known

as Pioneer House. There was no hint of a hydroelectric plant, and

the only phone service to speak of was a generator that transmitted

signals from one building to another. Unexpectedly, in lieu of

Vellozo, they found another Esperantist named *Renato Lemos. But

where others would have seen failure and fraud, they saw both need

and potential.

Each day for two weeks, they dove into the daily routines and

then, toward evening, grabbed an eight-millimeter movie camera

and filmed the rosy watercolor sunsets. Back home in Turin, they

wistfully watched the sun set over Bona Espero again and again.

Giuseppe wrote up the adventure for Heroldo de Esperanto in utopian

cadences, summoning Esperantists to this �little piece of heaven�

soon to be the cultural center of the region, where children were

instructed in �the ethos of the life-ideals of Zamenhof.� Only two

Esperantists heeded the summons: themselves. (�Be careful about

filming the sunsets,� Ursula jokes, �it can be very dangerous.�)

In July 1974, their Italian lives packed into thirty crates, the

Grattapaglias and their sons boarded the Christopher Columbus at

Genoa and sailed to Rio de Janeiro. They had tasted the frontier life

and made their choice, eyes wide open. They knew what lay before

them: working in an isolated, rural locale alongside Lemos, whom

they barely knew; grueling days and nights of physical labor�

building, repairing, washing, cooking, and cleaning; the arduous

work of teaching these children and shepherding them into the fold

of Esperantujo. And they would need to find a way to educate their

sons. They knew the elements would not be kind; they�d weather

floods, fires, wolves, and anacondas, not to mention the breakdown

of every machine brought in (some improvised from abandoned

parts) to move earth and build on it. What they didn�t know was

that these would be minor trials next to those they would suffer at

the hands of other human beings.

Bona Espero, Esperanto seminar, 1983

[�sterreichische Nationalbibliothek]

* * *

I�d been told not to expect Internet or cell service; the closest

internet connection is in Alto Para�so, a fifteen-minute drive away.

But the day I arrive, someone points out that two miles down the

dirt road, if you hold your phone high overhead, it�s possible to text.

After stashing my belongings in the guest house, I head out. At the

creak of my front door, Samba scrambles to attention, like a canine

butler. A black-and-sand cimarr�n with a feral past, she�s also an

opportunist, lurking on the guesthouse terrace in hope of favors.

With Samba beside me, I start down the road. It�s cooling off, and

the air is clear and frank. Under puffy clouds, the road slopes down,

crossing a shaded one-lane bridge, and rises to a ridge where it

suddenly cleaves the landscape in two. On the right, against the

backdrop of massive Whale Mountain, I look down on a deep valley

of eucalyptus and jacaranda trees. It�s primal, pristine, as though at

any moment a triceratops might poke its head out among the leaves.

On the left lie the scrubby grasses of the cerrado, dotted by agaves

and buriti palms, daubed with yellow begonias. On either side of the

road sit red termite mounds the size of lambs and flirty purple

quaresma trees. The name tells when they flower�during Lent�

which is what Elizabeth Bishop calls them in one of her Brazilian

poems, �Electrical Storm�:

The cat stayed in the warm sheets.

The Lent trees had shed all their petals:

wet, stuck, purple, among the dead-eye pearls.

The only sound is cicadas, though I have an ear out for the rattle

of the cascavel�rattlesnake. Ursula�s told me not to walk down the

dirt road alone, but this is how I do things these days, I want to tell

her, alone. Still, I�m glad to see Samba trotting gamely along.

This evening I�m introduced to the other couple on the premises:

Tia (aunt) Carla, a diminutive, radiant former student who, twenty-

two years and two degrees later, is head teacher and residential

director; and Paulo, a fifty-year-old Italian with a round, shaved

head. A few years ago, he came here from the state capital, Goiana,

to meet with Giuseppe, a paisan. Soon after, he had a vision that he

should farm the land. When he tried to purchase land from the

Grattapaglias, they told him it was famously infertile, then offered

him ten hectares for a trial run. Paulo surprised them twice over.

First, he grew a garden so lush and fertile that it feeds twenty

people three meals a day; second, he married Carla, helping her to

raise her teenage son, Nestor, in an apartment in the children�s

house. When I introduce myself to Paulo in Esperanto, he blurts in

English, �I don�t speak Esperanto.� There are few matters on which

Ursula is resigned, and this is one of them. �Paulo,� she says

gravely, �is neesperantista.�

Then there is Sebastian, a tall forty-four-year-old volunteer from

Argentina, handsome enough to be a soap opera character, that

dark, sexy cousin who�s just moved back to town. In fact, he�s a rock

star in the Esperanto world, the linchpin of two bands: a punk band

called La Porkoj (The Pigs) and a Latin-rock band called Civilizacio.

This is his third stint at Bona Espero. During an earlier visit, he

composed the official Bona Espero anthem, a lullaby of gentle

arpeggios. The kids, however, find a backbeat in it, and rock it out:

En Bona Espero ni loĝas

pace kaj en harmoni�,

tiun trezoron ni havas

kaj emas donaci al vi.

In Bona Espero we live,

peacefully, in harmony;

This treasure which we have,

we�d like to give you as a gift.

Sebastian works in the fields between six and eleven a.m., teaches

Esperanto and music to the kids for a couple of hours, and all

afternoon memorizes the Hindu mantras he downloads at the

Internet caf� in Alto Para�so de Goi�s. After supper, he watches

Brazilian telenovelas side by side with Ana, the maid, who lives in a

cabin on the premises. She�s a matronly woman with low-slung

breasts and a shuffling gait, probably a decade younger than she

looks. Her gentle, high-pitched sing-song doesn�t hint at the fact

that, while sweeping up after the kids of Bona Espero, she is serving

out a twenty-three-year prison sentence, without bars.

We�ll get back to her.

This evening, the kids sit at two long tables, as at every meal. The

adult table is set for five adults and four languages. Ursula,

Sebastian, Carla, and I speak Esperanto; Paulo and Giuseppe,

Italian; Carla, Paulo, and Sebastian, Portuguese; and Paulo and I,

English. Ursula and Giuseppe alternate among their three common

languages. On the highway, when someone changes lanes without

signaling, they yell out in Italian. They speak to the workers in

Portuguese. And at lunch, they wander from Italian to Portuguese

and back, until they finally hit Esperanto, the clear channel on the

dial.

When Sebastian enters the dining hall, five girls fall on his arms

��Se-bas-ti-an!��begging him to sit with them. When I enter, one

small boy, Leandro, catches my eye�Esther! Esther!, he calls out,

patting the place next to him. I sit, humbly, but within a few

minutes they�ve all wolfed down everything on their plates and

shuttled over to the sinks.

The daily routine emerges quickly. A wild, kid-clanged bell calls

us to breakfast at eight: two slices of stiff flaxseed bread, one with

salami and one with mango marmalade. Then, for the kids, chores,

homework, lessons, and play; farmwork for Paulo, Sebastian, and

the laborers; food prep for Carla, who readies a substantial

vegetarian lunch for all, with the ubiquitous rice and beans. At about

twelve thirty p.m. a school bus arrives to disgorge another fifteen

children, town kids who will return to their families when school

ends at six. Around three there�s a break for lunch (Portuguese for

�snack�), and after the town kids board the bus, a simple supper of

soup or sweet rice with pumpkin. At seven thirty, with a modicum of

prodding by Carla, the kids clean up, shower, and go to bed

exhausted. Carla and Paulo watch DVDs in their apartment; Ursula

and Giuseppe watch CNN in their house. For the rest of us, the

plump night sky, with its brilliant constellations and shooting stars,

provides the sole entertainment. It is ravishing, the stars so close

you want to eat them.

But you can�t, and the nights are long.

2. Androids

Most Esperantists never visit Bona Espero, but they all know about

it. For the young and the venturesome it�s a place of pilgrimage,

since the Grattapaglias give volunteers room and board for up to six

months, sight unseen, hoping they won�t make nightly runs to the

taverns or hang out at the nearby ayahuasca commune. (Not a few

marriages have resulted from all this volunteering, and not a few

breakups.) But for the vast majority of Esperantists, Bona Espero is

a living, breathing embodiment of the myth that all Esperanto needs

is a little infrastructure and a lot of commitment and it can save the

world. Supported by Western European Esperantists (largely

Germans) who have full pockets if not deep ones, Bona Espero is the

one place on earth where Esperanto is an immovable feast, an

entire society, a way of life.

Immersed in the mythology of the place, armed with an invitation

from Ursula, whom I met in a noisy, crowded room in Bia�ystok, I

came to Bona Espero with two misconceptions. First, I thought that

the children are raised bilingually, in Esperanto and Portuguese, but

this was not true. Sure, what with daily classes in conversation and

the ebb and flow of Esperanto-speaking volunteers, even the newer

kids can follow simple commands and utter a couple of gentle

insults (�Li estas freneza!��He�s crazy!�). At birthdays, they sing in

Portuguese, then Esperanto: �Feliĉan Naskiĝtagon al VIIIIII�� For

those who�ve been here longest, Esperanto is the kitchen language in

which they banter back and forth. But for most of Bona Espero�s

children, Esperanto is a language of tall, white transients, and a tool

for drawing wide smiles of approval from Ursula. In most cases,

when they leave Bona Espero, they leave Esperanto behind as well.

Second, I thought Bona Espero was an orphanage, but not one of

the current group of children is literally parentless. Most of the

�orphans� in fact come from fractured, improvised families. �The

real orphans are easier to deal with,� says Giuseppe. �Because when

these kids come back from home after the school breaks, we just

have to start all over with them. One July I offered a prize for

anyone who would collect garbage around their house and bury it in

a hole in the ground. When they came back, no one had done it.

Sure, a few tried, and their families said, �What is this craziness the

foreigners have put you up to?�� The Grattapaglias� identity as

�foreigners� has become a pretext for all manner of accusation and

scapegoating; almost forty years since their arrival, it has still not

fully abated.

What the Grattapaglias have done at Bona Espero, foreigners or

not, is to take Esperanto to a destination undreamed of by its

maker. I do not mean Brazil; Zamenhof fully expected his lingvo

internacia to flourish in both South and North America. I mean that

Zamenhof, the patriarch of a large Jewish family, built Esperanto on

the foundation of family affections, which in the farms and towns of

rural Brazil are in short supply. Zamenhof�s vision for humanity was

�one great family circle� because he deemed the family a

fundamental source�even a guarantor�of fellow feeling among

people of different religions, ethnicities, nationalities, and races.

But where Zamenhof had seen enough light to infuse his vision of

world harmony, the Grattapaglias had found darkness, guilt, and

shame. Here in Brazil, for the eight million to ten million children

who fend for themselves in the streets, family affections are at best

fragile, at worst, betrayed and travestied. Ursula and Giuseppe have

found no end to the ways parents fail their children. Women often

have five, six, seven children with several different men, who tend

not to stick around to raise their kids. New boyfriends rarely

embrace their partner�s brood. Kids who get in the way of frustrated

parents, or who cross paths with a drunk adult, are beaten. Sexual

assault and abuse are rampant. Girls are raped by male relatives,

sometimes with such force that they require surgery; boys are raped

by boys a few inches taller, goading them to �play trains.�

Because those who should protect them are absent�in mind, in

body or both�boys of eleven and twelve accept protection from

drug dealers, who force them to commit crimes for which the dealers

would be jailed. These kids are proud of the risks they�ve taken�at

least, the ones who elude the juvenile justice system are proud. And

even when their parents are around, children are being deprived of

schooling and health care. Often they�re left on their own for days at

a time, which usually means wandering from neighbor to cousin,

aunt to neighbor. Grandmothers rarely take up the slack; how could

they? Many are barely out of their thirties, with their own young

children to care for.

Women are abused, as well. Sometimes they fail their children

because they fear for their own lives. Such was the claim of Ana, the

prisoner-maid, who�d stood by while her eight-year-old daughter was

raped by the girl�s father. When an older son reported the rape, Ana

was arrested, taken from her riverside shack to the prison in Alto

Para�so, and barred from access to her children. There was no

women�s prison, so she slept on the floor of the prison kitchen. Since

Bona Espero had educated some of Ana�s children, a social worker

phoned Ursula and proposed that Ana serve her sentence as a maid

at Bona Espero. Ursula gave her customary reply: she would try it. It

seems to be working, though Ursula has had to teach her how to

clean a toilet and wash a window, since Ana had never lived with

either. While Ursula is not permitted to pay Ana, she pays a monthly

sum into a pension for her; together, they opened the first bank

account Ana has ever had.

* * *

Any hour of the day, Ursula looks as if she�s en route to a swanky

French restaurant for lunch. This morning, sitting in her book-lined

salon, she�s in a two-piece, flowing cream-and-blue ensemble, her

hair in a blond upsweep, not a strand out of place. She�s ready to

start the interview, smiling, her hands clasped as if she were a sign-

language interpreter awaiting my first sentence.

I�m a little nervous. I haven�t spoken Esperanto much lately, so

I�ve prepared my opener. �Most people use Esperanto as a bridge

between cultures, but here you�re teaching Esperantist values to

kids. What are they, and how do you teach them?�

Her hands become windshield wipers, sweeping aside my

question.

�Esperanto,� she says, �is for people who aren�t hungry. For

educated, literate, comfortable people. One percent of the world�s

people live this way. What we deal with here are basic problems:

hunger and illiteracy. Every person is entitled to dignity and civility,

and Esperanto is a tool for us. What we do here, we do through

Esperanto; it�s not our goal.�

This is a little pat, and she feels it herself, starting over. �After

World War II, we were people who wanted peace,� she says, �and

we were pursuing peace through Esperanto. These were hard days in

Berlin. But we were living in the American sector, in love with

American culture, watching American movies, listening to American

music; we were colonized by the American soldiers. When they

offered free Esperanto classes at the American culture house, I took

two courses at once and was fluent within three months. Esperanto

was my passion,� she says, warming to her subject. �My father

wouldn�t let me go out dancing, but I hitchhiked in 1956 all the way

to Italy to the Esperanto encampment Giuseppe organized. All day I

worked as a secretary at a department store; at night I was trying to

finish high school. All my money went to feed my mother and

siblings, and everything there was to eat I had to divide into seven

parts. I had only my clothes,� she says, tugging at the shoulders of

her dress, �nothing else.� Her engagement photo, she tells me, shows

her in a dress donated by an alumna of her Franciscan high school,

an older Jewish girl who had escaped to England on the

Kindertransport. When Ursula learned the origin of the dress, she

wrote to her benefactor to thank her. Twenty years later they met in

New York, and they�ve been friends ever since.

Ursula doesn�t forget much.

Yesterday, on the long drive from Bras�lia, she had rattled off the

goals of Bona Espero: First, to live off the land, with pure air and

clean water, �which you�ll be drinking krane��from the tap. (�Don�t

worry,� she added, �we�ve tested it and it has never made anyone

sick.�) Second, they are there to help the local community. Third,

they are there to be a bridge between rich and poor, via the world of

Esperanto. It�s a mission statement, ready for recitation at any time.

But this morning her tone is more confessional. �Esperanto is not

really why we came here. We all have motives for what we do. I was

forty years old with a family, two kids in good schools, a good job,

pouring myself into Esperanto and it came to me, this uneasiness,

this distaste for materialism, this desire to do more. There must be

something else, some other way.� She�s singing in the key of midlife

crisis, a tune I recognize.

�People look outside themselves,� she says, leaning close to me on

her elbow, �and some turn to religion. Brazil is a supermarket of

religions: Catholicism, spiritualism, magical cults�and everyone is

shopping. I�ll take this religion, and that one, and that one.

Religions all promise to connect you, they know that much.� She

looks me up and down as if to ensure that the next pearl will not be

wasted. �But perturbation of spirit leads to spiritual evolution.

�Everyone is searching for something,� she continues, searching

my face. �Look around you, at Paulo, at Sebastian. Even you,

coming here, all by yourself.�

Is she fishing for information? Or can she read it in my eyes?

�I�m � in transition,� I said, transition from weeping daily

(sometimes most of the day) to weeping every other day. Here in

Brazil, I�d left behind, in a rented apartment on a man-made lake,

the few things I�d taken from my marriage of nearly thirty years�a

crate of majolica dishes, a drawing of Bologna, photos of the kids.

And, to save my life, left behind the man I thought I�d give my life

for�kind Leo; funny, brilliant Leo�back in Princeton, bewildered,

grieving.

�Your marriage,� she says without hesitation, though we�ve never

discussed it.

�Yes, my marriage � especially here, I sometimes forget I�m

alone now, and it whacks me from behind.�

�So your hands are empty,� she says, stipulating a fact. �How are

you doing?�

�Tago post tago��it�s day by day.

Tears are welling up; I�ve said all I�m going to say, for now.

She goes to the bookcase and returns with an English-language

paperback called The Subterranean Gods. �Do you read science

fiction? There�s a novel by Cristovam Buarque�a Brazilian senator!

�that accounts for it all. God creates human beings, but an era of

disasters leads them to go underground. So they have to create

substitutes for themselves: androjdoj. And these androids, they�re

coarse, imperfect, dim, dense. They bumble around the earth, they

don�t get what they�re doing there, they don�t get one another, they

don�t get anything.

�And they�re us. Androids, that�s all we are.� So that�s why I�ve

been numb since November, stumbling through errands, not

returning calls. I�m not really human at all.

She pauses, then resumes. �And given that we are androids, what

is amazing is that my husband and I both felt it at the same time, the

need for something more. Well, we�re both egotists, Giuseppe and I,�

she says brusquely. �Altruists have to be egotists; they want to

remake the world the way they think it should be.�

She hands me the book; it�s an assignment, not a

recommendation. �Look,� she says firmly. �No wonder men and

women don�t understand each other; they�re androids, we�re

androids. Women want to make life, preserve life, they love twenty-

four hours a day. I love everything: the children, the trees, the grass.

I love everyone. Sometimes pride gets in the way of love; it�s so hard

to say, �Come back to me, I want you back.��

I�m nodding, mute.

�Androids,� she affirms; QED. �But even for androids, love is the

essence of life.�

* * *

Androids don�t flirt and tease the way these kids do, especially the

pubescent boys and girls. �Do you give them sex education?� I ask; I

meant safe sex, but before I can clarify, Ursula guffaws. �They know

more about sex than we do. Most of them have been initiated at

home; they live in tight quarters, they�ve seen sex at a young age. I

tell them sex is part of love; sex is for when you are older and ready

for it. I ask them, �Would you eat a fruit that was green?��

Eleven-year-old Clemente looks like green fruit. He and his

brother were brought here when a local judge realized that his own

cowherder�s two boys were being kept out of school to help their

father. This was fortunate for Clemente, who was more cut out to be

a ma�tre d� than a cowboy. Even in the hairnet he wears for kitchen

chores, he is friendly and unself-conscious, with a wide, goofy smile

and buck teeth. Lately Carla has noticed a nervous tic, and she tells

Ursula. They agree to watch him; in fact, they are already watching

him. A few months ago, when the class was assigned to compose a

letter to someone outside Bona Espero, Clemente wrote a sexually

graphic letter to Amelia, one of the girls bused in from Alto Para�so.

She had caught my eye, one of two girls who�d crossed the

invisible frontier past which girls start to hike up their skirts when

it�s freezing and wear bright scarves when it�s sweltering. (The

other, Edite, is eleven but still can�t read and write, so she sits in the

three-to-eight-year-olds� class. To save face, she plays teacher during

recess.) Clemente�s letter to Amelia ran through the sex acts he

wanted to do with her, telling exactly which positions he wanted her

to assume for each and narrating in detail his (several) orgasms.

When he finished the letter, he signed it and handed it in. Carla was

incredulous, as was Ursula. The punishment was obvious: he would

have to read it aloud to them, and he did. It has not happened

again.

A week ago, a boy named Fl�vio arrived. He�s about twelve, tall

and muscular, with light skin and an arsenal of gleaming teeth.

Recently, he�d stopped going to school, had acted out at home, and

was increasingly sullen and withdrawn. Deposited at Bona Espero

by a social worker, Fl�vio seemed ready to make things work. But

the following morning, Carla found two urine-soaked sheets stuffed

into his dresser. She took him aside and explained, patiently, that it

was okay if he wet his bed. She even showed him the washing

machine that devoured all the previous night�s sins every morning.

The next morning, while I was interviewing Ursula, Carla poked

her head in, carrying a white laundry basket. Fl�vio had done it

again. Ursula took him aside and explained that there were only two

rules at Bona Espero: you don�t hit and you don�t lie. Wetting your

bed would have no consequences, she said, but balling the sheets up

and hiding them was not clean and not healthy. The next morning

after breakfast, while the kids were picking the tiny stones out of the

day�s allotment of rice, Carla stormed into the dining hall, where

Fl�vio was leafing through a comic book. She walked to within four

inches of him�they�re about the same height�and began to yell at

him in Portuguese, jabbing the air in the direction of the dormitory.

The other children left off their work in awed silence while Carla

marched him out of the dining hall, to the abode of Ursula.

�I told him,� Ursula tells me at lunch, �I know what you�ve been

through, Fl�vio. I know what the older boys have done with you.

You don�t need to hide anything anymore; we already know. That

will not happen anymore, and you can erase that from your life as

long as you make the right choice here. So this is your choice: either

you live the way we live here or we�ll send you back to your mother.

And soon you will be back on the street with the boys and we can�t

help you then. So sit here, Fl�vio, and think to yourself, �I have a

choice.��

All through the day, Fl�vio sits on the slate ledge on Ursula�s

veranda, crying fat slow silent tears that neither he nor anyone else

bothers to wipe away. Sometimes he simply stares off into the

distance.

When Ursula and I pass by later that afternoon, Fl�vio asks, �May

I study?�

�No,� he is told, �you may not. Sit. Think.�

The next morning, Fl�vio�s bed will be dry. And the next. And the

next.

But Sunday morning the soaking sheets will be once again stuffed

into the bureau, and when it�s time to get ready for a hike to the

waterfall, Fl�vio will be sitting alone on the slate ledge, sniffling

and thinking some more, if he had anything left to think.

3. Utopians

They were a strange group of utopians, the six Brazilian Esperantists

who founded Bona Espero in 1957. According to Dobrzy�ski, it

began with Arthur Vellozo�s dream vision from the spirit world.

Vellozo dreamed that he was to serve abandoned children; instruct

them in ethics, solidarity, and brotherhood; live off the land. As a

devotee of the spirit world, Vellozo, a bank officer, was not unusual.

To invest time and belief in the world of spirits is an everyday affair

in Brazil, even among the educated elite. The followers of the

nineteenth-century French medium Allan Kardec (n� Hippolyte

Rivail) number among the millions here, where generals and transit

workers alike wait on line late into the night for an audience with a

medium.

Kardec�s epitaph��To be born, die, again be reborn, and so

progress unceasingly, such is the law��might serve as a motto for

Brazil�s vast, enduring culture of spiritual recycling. In the 1950s, a

spirit known as Ramatis informed his Brazilian followers that there

was an Esperanto Academy in the spirit world, and all should learn

Esperanto. Since then, the links between Esperanto and spiritism in

Brazil have always been strong; an estimated 80 percent of Brazilian

Esperantists are spiritists.

That October, the six �pioneers� set out overland by Jeep and

wandered the savanna for months, watching for signs. In February,

when their Jeep was commandeered to transport a woman in labor

to a clinic, one of the Esperantists suddenly exclaimed, �This is the

place!� There was the small problem of acquiring the land. Vellozo

put the matter before Abilio Czerwinski, the ethnic Pole who owned

the land, mentioning the �Polish� creator of Esperanto, and soon

Czerwinski agreed to sell them five hundred hectares for a nominal

fee.In 1963, after Vellozo�s advertisements for a new Esperantic

farming colony fell on deaf ears, he struck a deal with the Brazilian

Justice Department. They designated Bona Espero a �custodial

institution� for delinquents, and followed each child with financial

support. By 1965, disputes over money drove Vellozo and Renato

Lemos apart, but the contretemps did not prevent Lemos from

marrying Vellozo�s daughter. Together the couple had full charge of

the community which, hand to mouth, and quite dystopically,

endured. When Giuseppe and Ursula arrived in 1974, Giuseppe

asked Lemos for financials. �Dear man,� replied Lemos, �we�re

family here!� Lemos�who, as Dobrzy�ski tells it, sold off his prized

entomological collection to fund the school�had no better aptitude

for management than did the other five Esperantist pioneers, four of

whom had since gone their separate ways.

However incompetent, Lemos remained until, a decade later, he

awoke to learn that three teenage boys had left during the night,

ridden horses to Alto Para�so, and refused to return. One of the

three, age fourteen, told Ursula and Giuseppe that he had been

covertly having sexual relations with Lemos for upwards of a year.

Lemos initially denied the charge, but when detailed accounts from

several boys tallied, he confessed, claiming that he himself had been

abused as a child. Lemos�s considered suggestion was that he go off

for a month, have some much-needed dentistry, and resume his post.

He was summarily dismissed and the three boys were gradually sent

away.

A second scandal involved a young Esperantist from Bras�lia, a

hardworking civil servant whom the Grattapaglias had taken under

their wing. �Rosa Maxima,� as Dobrzy�ski calls her (at Ursula�s

request), traveled with them in 1980 to the Universal Congress in

Stockholm, after which she took up a volunteer post in the Central

Office in Rotterdam. Soon she wrote to Ursula that she and the

British UEA director, Victor Sadler, were in love. Ursula fantasized

that the two would become their successors at Bona Espero, but

when they arrived in early 1983, they surprised Ursula by asking for

separate quarters.

What followed next, Dobrzy�ski calls a �revolution�; Giuseppe, a

putsch. In a bid for control, Rosa proposed to liquidate the school

and transform Bona Espero, at long last, into a �true� Esperanto

center. The Grattapaglias barely prevailed against Rosa�s

manipulations of Bona Espero�s board of directors. Rosa avenged the

defeat by composing a diatribe accusing the Grattapaglias of beating

the children, exploiting their labor, and profiting from donations

intended to feed and clothe them. By the time Ursula and Giuseppe

read it, Rosa had already mailed the document (at the expense of the

Brazilian government) to three thousand Esperantists. It was a curse

in the form of a pamphlet, as quoted by Dobrzy�ski:

We now urge that the Fire of Truth consume every brick of

this lie that is Bona Espero, so that out of the cinders, the

only authentic ESPERANTISTS, those who live or sincerely

strive to live out the internal idea � reconstruct the new,

true Bona Espero and to make of it a lighthouse for the

world, a nucleus of this race and culture and ONE UNIQUE

BROTHERLY ESPERANTIST PEOPLE.

In a postscript, anticipating challenges, Rosa offered to have her

mental health certified. The Rosa Maxima scandal, like the Lemos

scandal, had no neat conclusion. Rosa�s rage eventually burned itself

out; Ursula and Giuseppe returned to welcome back the children

after their winter break and begin another school term. Periodically,

they still feel reverberations, to which they are resigned, as if the

echoes simply obtain in the physical laws of the universe. Reflecting

on the ordeal, Ursula quotes proverbs that are agnostic about the

balance of good and evil in the world�proverbs of endurance.

4. Paper Kids

In the dining hall, Leandro strums the opening bars of �Smoke on

the Water� on a guitar��da da daaaa, da-da da-daaaaa��over and

over again. When he arrived as an eight-year-old, he told Ursula:

�My mother is a whore.� This is not why he was taken from her.

Leandro was brought here because instead of sending him to school,

his mother had made him her receptionist. He opened the doors to

her clients, seated them until she was ready, and made small talk. I

could see why she�d asked him to do this: a delicate boy, eyes

glinting like schist, Leandro wore an air of authority, minus the

fringe of self-importance. In his three years here, there has been not

one phone call asking after his well-being.

His Esperanto�s strong, and it�s good practice for me to banter

with him. Last Saturday, during our three-mile hike to the waterfall,

he took my hand and asked, �Would you be my mother?� It�s like

being asked to be a summer girlfriend; we both know it�ll be nice

and then it will end. �Would you be my son?� I asked, and the deal

was struck. Today, when we set off for the same hike, I look about

for Leandro, but he�s nowhere to be found. Paulo explains that

Leandro�s being punished. He�d found a weasel in the meadow and

beaten it senseless with a two-by-four. When Carla had moved the

mauled animal deeper into the cerrado to live or die, Leandro went

back to finish the job.

Leandro, along with Clemente and Clemente�s half-brother

Ed�lson, are the companions of choice for eight-year-old Rafael.

Rafael has a round head of curly hair and saucer-eyes that roll

around to comic effect; with a floppy coat and a horn he�d be a

Brazilian Harpo Marx. He clowns for the big boys and ingratiates

himself by doing their bidding. Halfway through today�s hike, Carla

notices that Rafael is struggling with a heavy backpack. This is odd;

usually Bona Espero�s kids bring nothing but hats�no towels, water

bottles, sunscreen, bug spray, Baggies of grapes, or smartphones.

Carla asks Rafael what he�s carrying and he shrugs: �I�m not sure,

it�s Clemente�s and Ed�lson�s stuff.� Carla frowns and points to the

dirt; he swiftly dumps the backpack and walks on, knowing Carla

will send his taskmasters back to retrieve it. She does, and we don�t

wait up for them.

Left to right: The author, Ursula and Giuseppe Grattapaglia, Bona Espero staff and children,

2008

[Esther Schor]

Rafael likes to play with Toys That do Significant Things:

yesterday, a bow and arrow he fashioned from bamboo; today, a

tiny plastic tow truck whose string he unwinds to retrieve pods and

seeds. When I let him play with my laptop�a first for him�he

swiftly masters the space bar, shift key, backspace, and delete, then

types the numbers from 1 to 157, leaving off at the peal of the lunch

bell. The next time I let the kids take turns with my laptop, he shows

up with plastic headphones�who knows where they came from�

and asks whether he can listen to music. He plugs in to bossa nova,

bobbing his head while three girls laboriously type their names,

followed by doting sentiments (in Portuguese) about Carla: �i love

aunt carla�; �aunt carla is beautiful.�

Bona Espero�s girls, outnumbered three to one by boys, rarely

smile, even when I train my camera on them; in photos, all look

vaguely defiant. When they deign to play with the younger kids, it�s

time for head games. Nelida, a nine-year-old girl with blunt, squared

features and a hopeless crush on Sebastian, notices one morning that

eight-year-old Luis has snagged Sebastian�s attention. She runs over

to Luis and whispers, �Aunt Carla says we are not to speak to the

adults.� It�s a lie, but Luis leaves off, puzzled and chagrined; it�s hard

to say whether he believes or fears her. His sister, Luisa, at ten, is a

self-appointed behavior monitor, endlessly barking orders at her

younger brother and three small cousins.

The third girl is Vera, compact and afro�d, three shades darker

than all the other children. Ursula tells me she�s from one of the

local villages founded by fugitive slaves. Over a century later, their

descendants still keep to their villages. Vera walks about clutching a

platinum blond Barbie doll. Instead of playing with the others, she

sits at lunch giggling maniacally for attention. After July�s

midwinter holiday, Ursula explains, Vera won�t return; in the court�s

view, she�s regressed at Bona Espero and had best return to her

mother. Sometimes with little warning, the mothers come back for

their kids, having persuaded some social worker or other of their

fitness to raise the child. And by dinnertime, mother and child are

gone.

�Do you ever feel like fighting to keep them?�

Ursula chooses her words. �The mother is sacrosanct,� she says

reverentially, which I take to mean, �This is not a fight I could win.�

�We never say a word against their mothers. We hope the kids keep

in contact and give their mothers some money when they start

earning it. But often they go years with no word from their

mothers.�

The next morning I lug a suitcase I�ve brought, full of school

supplies, to the dining hall; three girls vie with one another to unzip

it. I pick out a piece of red paper, fold it in eight, and trace a paper

girl straight out of the fifties: hair in a flip, pointy A-line skirt. The

three human girls lean over my snapping scissors in a hush; clearly

they�ve never seen anyone do this. As soon as I unfurl the first octet

of dollies, both girls and boys set upon the construction paper, each

picking out his or her own color. Luis, first in line, picks blue. I fold

the paper and start to draw a girl��Ne!� he shouts in Esperanto,

�Faru knabon, ne knabinon!� (Make a boy, not a girl!) Twenty-four

paper girls and seventy-two paper boys later, I suggest gluing the

paper kids together and festooning the hall. No way; each kid clings

tightly to his or her paper friends and will not give them up.

All but Rafael, who is sitting quietly, crayoning a smiling face on

the round yellow head of each paper knabo. Those who notice grab

crayons and follow suit. By the time all are drawing faces, Rafael

has found, among the scraps, the unmistakable shape of a shield and

glues one onto each of the eight boys. A few minutes later, he holds

up his work for our admiration: �Rigardu!� (Look!) He�s proud of his

paper phalanx; these boys will stick together, and they are all

protected.

He�s not always so busy. Sometimes, as the children drift back to

the dorm to wash for dinner, Rafael sits alone with his daydreams,

petting Samba. When I picture him twenty years from now, I see

him working for a software firm, drinking Starbucks, surfing the

Net. On his screen, a beagle eating with chopsticks.

* * *

Sometimes their names are hard to grasp. There�s a vogue for hand-

me-down English names�Washington, Wellington; some, like

Adenilson, slightly foxed. Ursula says parents pinch names they hear

on commercials or telenovelas. She recalls one boy named Armani,

another named Sony, and a little pixie named Erlan, after a

chocolate bar. When it came time to get Erlan some documents,

Ursula changed her name to Tanya. �It�s the same number of

letters,� she explains, as if this clarifies anything. �Nowadays, Tanya

has a degree in animal technology and she works for the

government. If her name had still been Erlan, then what?�

Then what, indeed. �How many kids live here now,� I ask, �as

compared to ten years ago?�

Ursula gives me a look of disgust. �People always ask, �How

many kids live here?� We don�t breed chickens here.� Then, in

English: �Quality! not quantity!� Still, the numbers are dramatically

lower these days. In 2006, twenty-seven kids lived here; now the

number floats between twelve and fifteen. Staffing has become very

difficult; young teachers drift away to the cities. And Ursula and

Giuseppe, though rugged and energetic, are forty years older than

they were when they arrived. Fewer children means fewer conflicts;

fewer all-night trips to Bras�lia to treat a child�s snake bite.

�Isn�t the average child a lot younger these days?�

�You�re right,� she says. �In the nineties, we had a lot of thirteen-

to fifteen-year-olds. They�d start having sex at home and their

parents would ship them off to the �orphanage.� But it wasn�t a

solution. We have no walls here; they can just run away�and a

couple of them did.�

�And if the point is to make them literate, how many of the kids

can read and write? Half? A quarter?�

�More than that,� Ursula starts to say, then reframes the question.

�There are degrees of success. By grade four, they�re all literate,

which gives them options not open to their parents, who can�t make

out the sign for the bakery. Then another group make it through

grade eight; a smaller group find their way to the end of grade

twelve in Alto Para�so. About twenty are now teachers; others work

for the government, for television companies, for the police; they

run gas stations, just about anything. About 10 percent go to higher

education.�

That sounds like a lot, except that in Brazil �higher education�

can mean any kind of educational or training course. During my

visit, Ursula learns of a bill before the government to drop the motto

�Order and Progress� from the Brazilian national flag. Apparently

there has not been enough of either to bring the rate of functional

literacy above 50 percent. Instead of seeing the bill as a concession

of failure, Ursula finds the news cheering. �Revolutionary!� she

chirps, since dropping the motto will finally make the flag legible to

all.Before the bus from Alto Para�so arrives, Ursula teaches

geography to six older kids on her veranda. Today they turn to a

lesson on their state, Goi�s, but once they�ve all shown they can find

it on the map, Ursula changes gears. �It�s an unhappy thing to sit

around and do nothing!� she tells them, locking each one�s gaze, in

turn. �What makes people happy is to produce and take initiative!

Otherwise, people turn to bad ways.� She pauses for effect. �Every

night 137 people are killed in São Paulo and Rio. But here in Alto

Para�so there is peace.�

These kids know both too little and too much. They don�t know

how to read a thermometer or type on a laptop. They don�t know

about Facebook or Wikipedia or trigonometry. They can find Goi�s

on a map, but not the United States, and some, at eleven or twelve,

can barely capture a few consonants during dictation. They do know

how to avoid beatings and rape, how to visit someone in jail, how to

sleep on a floor, and how to hustle a few reals for cane juice. And

they know, with varying degrees of competence, Esperanto.

After the kids run off, Ursula invites me to stay for tea. I�m about

to comment that most geography lessons don�t include murder

statistics; instead I say, �I had a strange dream last night.� From

where, this impulse to tell her my dream?

�I was walking through a parking lot at night and saw our two

family cars parked next to each other. As I was walking toward

them, they each pulled away in separate directions. I just stood there

on the asphalt, in the dark, orphaned.�

Shrink-like, she nods her head gravely, indicating for me to go on.

�It�s these kids, abandoned by mothers, fathers, grandmothers,

aunts � so many ways of being orphaned. Now I�m dreaming that

I�m the orphan.�

�Your marriage,� she says, gently slipping in the corner piece of

the puzzle.

I thought I�d left my marriage, but no; a husband and wife have

died, leaving a middle-aged orphan in care of the night.

5. Tia Carla

�Tia Carla� (pronounced �Chia Carla�) is a petite forty-year-old with

a pretty-mom smile, but when disapproval darkens her eyes and

dissolves the smile, her grave beauty emerges. To the children, she is

all-seeing and all-knowing. She puts them through their daily chores

�showering, sweeping their rooms, checking the rice for stones,

stacking dishes in the dishwasher�and prepares their breakfast and

lunch. Then, promptly at 1:00 p.m., when they�ve donned their

green-and-yellow uniforms and lined up outside the classroom in

four neat columns, she miraculously morphs into their schoolteacher,

leading them in a daily prayer (�We thank you, God, for our school

and our teacher�), and running them through five hours of spelling,

grammar, reading, writing, and arithmetic. Weekends, she takes

them hiking, and in the evening shows videos and makes them

popcorn. At night she sleeps under the same roof, and on their

birthdays, she bakes them cakes. To each child, she is like a birthday,

precious and rare, and somehow, yours.

Ursula, sitting on her veranda beside a climbing pink rosebush,

tells me how Carla came to Bona Espero. Thirty-three years ago, on

Ursula�s forty-first birthday, a small girl was handed to her through

the open window of the Jeep. The child wasted no time to announce

that she was hungry.

��What did you eat today?� I asked. The child: �Nothing.� �For

breakfast?� I asked. �Nothing to have for breakfast.� �For lunch?�

�Nothing to have for lunch.� She broke my heart.� Ursula imitates

the frightened child shaking her head to each question. Her eyes are

moist, and I�m not sure whether these are the child�s tears or hers.

Back at Bona Espero, Carla clung to Ursula, unwilling to let her

last, best chance at survival out of sight. From the start, the child

showed a commanding intelligence; she quickly became fluent in

Esperanto, traveling with the Grattapaglias to congresses in Brazil

and abroad. When it came time for secondary school, she was sent,

along with Guido Grattapaglia, to an agricultural high school in

Bras�lia. Among the legends of Bona Espero recorded by Dobryzy�ski

is the story of Carla and the sow. Giuseppe, who had raised the sow

from pigletcy, couldn�t bear to slaughter it. But seventeen-year-old

Carla, barely five feet tall, announced that she had just recently

learned how to slaughter a pig. Without further ado, she plunged a

butcher�s knife into the pig�s heart.

Two years later, Carla was one of eighteen teachers in the state

accepted for an accelerated, on-the-job training course to earn her

teaching certification. Bona Espero paid her tuition. Every Friday

the teachers were bused about two hundred miles to Formosa, where

they studied all weekend and slept on the floor, six to a room. And

twenty years later, thanks to some distance learning, she�s about to

complete a master�s degree in educational psychology.

What else she might have accomplished, had she not become a

single mother at twenty-five, is anyone�s guess. Pregnant and

unmarried, she did the only logical thing: stayed at Bona Espero to

raise her son. Nestor is now a fifteen-year-old, slim, smart, and boy-

band handsome, who attends the high school in Alto Para�so. Several

afternoons a week, shuttled home on a worker�s motorbike, he�s

Carla�s teaching assistant, checking the kids� classwork, keeping

them on task. In the evening, when he�s not doing physics

homework, he puts on Raven-Symon� CDs and dances hip-hop with

the kids. On the dance floor, at dinner, on the trail that runs in the

shadow of Whale Mountain, Nestor becomes the eldest of fifteen

children. If Carla is their world�s axis, the dashing Nestor gives it

some tilt. Not everyone wants to go to high school in Alto Para�so

and then to university to study journalism. But everyone wants to be

Nestor.

* * *

In 1976, Giuseppe, Ursula, and three other Bona Espero teachers

began to volunteer, in a sort of teacher tag team, to teach

elementary school in the town of Alto Para�so. Five years later,

Giuseppe was refused teacher certification on the ground that he

was not a Brazilian citizen. According to Dobrzy�ski, Giuseppe was

asked for proof of military service, to which he replied that he was

an Italian citizen; months later, he was asked if he�d voted in the

last national election, to which he replied that he was an Italian

citizen. Then one day a car pulled up to Bona Espero with

commissioners from the Labor Ministry demanding to know where

the charcoal furnaces were. They were combing the entire charcoal-

producing region to find infractions of the child labor laws. When

they were told�and shown�that Bona Espero does not produce

charcoal, the inspectors came up with another infraction to report:

the children were rinsing dishes.

The Grattapaglias knew they were being targeted; how could they

teach the core values of family life without expecting children to

help with daily chores? This conflict with the authorities had that

blend of absurdity, opacity, and menace that is called, in other

hemispheres, Kafkaesque. Ursula spent the better part of a day

driving to Bras�lia, where she met with officials in the Labor

Ministry. The examiners, she was told, had reported that since

Brazilians themselves exploited children, a fortiori the foreigners at

Bona Espero must be doing so, too. Furthermore, she was taken to

task for having a tiled floor in her house instead of a customary

Brazilian sand floor. When Ursula realized that someone had

surreptitiously photographed their home and school, she took up

pitched battle. They would close the school, she told the official. The

kids who lived there could remain, but now Alto Para�so would have

to educate them.

The Labor Ministry quailed and the local board of education, for

whom the Grattapaglias had worked unpaid for years, began to

backpedal. But Ursula and Giuseppe held their ground. For three

years, the children of Bona Espero were bused to Alto Para�so at the

town�s expense, where they were jammed into crowded classrooms.

The children took turns sleeping in town, since there weren�t enough

beds for all; Ursula and Giuseppe took turns chaperoning. During

evenings spent at Bona Espero, the children received extra coaching

to shore up their deficits in reading, writing, and arithmetic. In

2001, the Grattapaglias reopened the school, but not without a

guarantee that it would be accredited and supported as a public

school. It is now a pillar of the Alto Para�so education system, which

sends the yellow schoolbus out to the cerrado every day at noon.

6. The Builder

Some cultures have their Eddas and Kalevalas. Bona Espero has

Giuseppe�s infrastructural sagas, in which he plays the reluctant

hero, brandishing his calculator amid four decades of fiascos�and

the occasional success.

In the seventies, there was no construction industry in the region,

and there was not much need for one. The nearest mason, a

notorious alcoholic, lived more than a hundred miles away. Local

homes were made with adobe walls, roofed with straw or branches.

When it came time to build, Giuseppe�s workforce comprised

illiterate field hands who picked up work here and there. �I had to

take out a meter stick and show them: �This is a meter,�� he told me.

��This is how you make a straight line.�� To renovate the �white

house� in 1978 required building an oven and manufacturing four

thousand bricks, which they did with the help of volunteers from

Germany, France, and the United States.

�The local men,� Giuseppe says, with a rolling laugh that starts in

his elbows, moves to his shoulders, and wobbles his head. �Around

here live the last free men in the world. They regard work as a

biblical curse. When I had to repair the bridge, I hired four workers.

Every morning when it was time for work, it would be me and the

tractor. One guy�s equipment was in the shop. Another had the

wrong day. One had a sick family member. And another�he puts

out his lower lip and imitates the shrug��my shovel broke.� There�s a

catch-all phrase you hear a lot in these parts: �It�s not possible.��

Funding, except for money garnered through judicious sales of

land, invariably flows through Esperantic channels; Ursula says

proudly that they never solicit funds. Construction of the epic,

multipurpose community hall, which Giuseppe and crew finished in

2006, began with a blind couple, the former president of the Italian

Esperanto Federation and his wife. �In 2003,� says Ursula, �they

arrived with a guide and went about touching everything�the kids,

the trees, the fruit�and finally asked, �What do you need?� I told

them: �A hygienic kitchen and a social hall,� and they raised ten

thousand Euros.

�That,� says Ursula broadly, �bought the foundation.

�A year later, at a Rotary convention, a Japanese woman

approached us and said, �Can you help us find a home in Brazil?��

The woman turned out to be the head of the Oomoto sect, which has

a long history of support for Esperanto; she was accompanied,

according to Ursula, by her personal stylist.

�The Oomoto paid for the walls,� says Ursula, �and the Germans

paid for the roof. It took Giuseppe and the workers nine months to

build it.� This triumphal conclusion seems to call for a proverb, and

she obliges: �Goethe said, �Whatever you can do or dream you can,

begin it.�� Two hours have gone by, and Giuseppe looks eager to

move on. He asks whether the interview is finished.

�Not quite,� I say. �One more question: What else would you like

to build here?� Giuseppe doesn�t hesitate. �My last construction

project will be a mausoleum to the martyrs of Bona Espero.�

7. Plantman

In fact, there already is a tomb at Bona Espero, out between the

papaya groves and the water tank: the remains of the founder,

Arthur Vellozo, topped by a fifteen-foot-high Leninesque bust of

Zamenhof. �Ursula and Giuseppe want to be buried here too,� says

Paulo, who is giving me a tour of his farm this afternoon, and the

story of his life�in English sprinkled with oregano. In his early

forties, Paulo had earned a degree in interior design and was living

in northern Italy selling snowboards and high-end ski outfits. Then

came a creeping sense of unease. �Something was happening; I

didn�t know what at first. I was living in a world of lies�lying to

get money, lying to spend it.� Paulo�s speech is explosive, his tongue

tending toward �caps-lock.� �I didn�t hear myself,� he says, �but I

was CRYING OUT against the lies. And here�s what happens when

you start to live by the truth: you can�t tolerate LIES anymore.�

For Paulo, the path of truth led to Brazil, to the city of Goiana, to

a storefront where he decided to open an Italian restaurant. Three

times he tried, and three times failed. �I waited for coincidences,

since NOTHING WILL HAPPEN that wasn�t meant to happen. And

then I met Vitor, a very spiritual person. He CANALIZES energy and

he taught me how to send my energy to others.� His eyes widen,

fixed on mine, and start to redden. Suddenly tears flow, which he

wipes away delicately, each with a different finger. �It�s

KERRRAZY!� he says, �People who feel as I feel are so happy, they

are CRYING. I hardly even know what I�m saying when I feel it. I

see a person and I feel their need, their suffering, and I just �

Ram�n!�

He suddenly hails a field hand several rows away, and Ram�n, in

a khaki sunhat, straightens up and looks at him, smiling. Paulo

mirrors his smile, staring at him intently. They both stare and smile

for at least two minutes. It�s hard to watch, what with the bugs

biting and the sun beating down, but I can�t take my eyes off them.

The flesh on the back of my neck is crawling. Finally, Paulo breaks

the spell, yelling a question in Portuguese over the rows of peppers.

Ram�n nods, still smiling, and returns to weeding.

�Yes!� says Paulo. �Ram�n felt it, he received it. I can send the

energy by phone, too, long distance. To Italy there�s maybe a five

seconds delay? So I send and I count to myself��he whispers��one

�two�three�four�five, and �WOW,� they say on the other end,

�WOW, that�s KERRRAZY good!� The last time I went to a medium,�

he adds soberly, �he had to shield his eyes when I came in the

room.�

I didn�t; maybe my eyes have adjusted to his aura.

�So I started reading ancient books: The Book of the Dead, the I

Ching, the Gitas; the teachments of Jesus. The REAL ones, not the

ones the church sets out for us. Like when Jesus say, �Drink my

blood, eat my meat,� it�s mean that God is in all of us. AND WE ARE

IN GOD. And evil is just the absence of God. That�s all it is.�

�Augustine says the same,� I begin, but next to the Tibetan Book of

the Dead, Augustine�s a Johnny-come-lately. Paulo shrugs and

resumes: �Think about it: our souls have an amazing opportunity

here to learn. We go from universe to universe, but here on earth we

can take a GIANT LEAP forward. So I�m learning to love my enemy.

Because I want to love EVERYBODY. Think about it.�

I�m thinking: You don�t need Tibetans to learn to love everybody.

Ask Hillel. Ask Jesus. For that matter, ask Zamenhof.

�When I knew that I was sent here to put my energy into the

ground to feed these children, then I ACT. I come to Ursula and

Giuseppe and they say, �Here�s ten hectares, see what you can do.�

So I left a great house in Goiana�and a girlfriend who was a model!

�to come here and plant. I put my energy into the plants and

sometimes they stay quiet, shhhhh, a month, a year, two years, and

then�WHOOMP!�POW!�they come up KERRAZY big.� It�s like

talking to a comic book hero, Plantman.

�And I don�t get paid; no, I pay Ram�n out of my own pocket. If I

leave, I leave everything. But who would?� He seems to have in

mind his life with Carla and Nestor, with the ten boys for whom he

provides a father�s lore�how to swim, how to fish, how to make a

bow and arrow from bamboo. A father�s love.

But no, he�s talking about another dimension entirely. �It�s just

full of souls here, FULL OF SOULS. Even Kubitschek felt it, homing

in on this place from his helicopter.� In the late 1950s, President

Juscelino Kubitschek made good on his motto, �Fifty years of

progress in five,� by founding the new capital, Bras�lia. Rumor has it

that Kubitschek�s helipad, during his forays into Goi�s, was on the

grounds of Bona Espero. �Think about it,� says Paulo.

He leans in and locks my gaze; the moral of the story is at hand.

�We are all living in someone�s dream.�

* * *

Late in the afternoon, when the heat of the day has passed, Paulo

and I kneel on opposite sides of a platform full of palm seedlings,

transplanting the successes and weeding out the failures. He�s been

talking about his various careers�interior design, cooking,

patrolling for avalanche victims with a GPS (�beep, beep,

beepeepeepeep�), and I ask how he started farming. The question

seems to amuse him. �I knew nothing about farming; I just figured it

out, like: why isn�t this working?� his rubbery face assumes a

befuddled expression. �AHH, I�ll try this. And this?� He taps his bald

pate twice. �AHH, I�ll try that.�

He begins to rattle off stats: the vegetable field is seventy by

eighty meters. He�s installed over three kilometers of irrigation

pipes. On four hectares, he�s planted five hundred-odd fruit trees;

around the rest of the property, more than two hundred non-fruit

trees. The water tank, filled by water pumped up from the lake,

holds ten thousand liters. Last year the garden yielded one ton of

tomatoes. Lately, he�s grown a dense pasture of mombasa grass,

with four distinct quadrants.

He walks me through a large shed he�s just built for raising

seedlings and storing tractors. It�s the kind of shed Nero might have

built for his seedlings and tractors; aureate, capacious. He�s painted

it classic Brazilian colors�sky-blue and ochre�and put in a

bathroom �so the gardeners don�t have to pee in the fields.� Of late,

from the bend in the highway, it�s the most prominent building you

see. Paulo calls it a �laboratory.� Ursula calls it �Paulo�s palazzo.�

Bona Espero runs on two different calendars: Ursula�s and

Paulo�s. The Ursuline calendar refers to epochal events of the past

forty years: �the-time-of-the flood�; �the-time-of-the-fire�; �the-time-

the-board-of-the-UEA-came-to-Bona-Espero.� The Pauline calendar

refers to the future: �when-we�ll-be-raising-horses�; �when-we�ll-be-

using-wind-power�; �when-we�ll-be-farming-fish.� Paulo points to a

jagged gash in the chicken wire. �You see that? That�s where the

cascavel�how do you say, rattlesnake?�poked out his head, but we

were READY for him.� He picks up what looks like a blind person�s

white stick; at one end is a red plastic loop which, when he tugs the

other end, tightens like a noose. �I got him, Ram�n cut the wire, and

then I took the snake out to the fields.� No animals were harmed in

the making of this utopia.

Suddenly, abruptly, Plantman�s face darkens, his brow furrowed.

�It�s just a matter of time before people wake up. You�ve seen what�s

happening: tsunamis, earthquakes, hurricanes. When the energy

comes, the first thing it does is to shift the plates. BAM. And you see

what�s going on in the economy, don�t you? Watch CNN: This

morning the Dow fell 3 percent, and that�s just this morning. A

matter of time before EVERYONE FINALLY SEES � and they�ll all

start coming. Here. To Goi�s.�

He squares his shoulders and faces me. �It�s all depend on your

faith. You have to be prepared for the energy. Do you have FAITH?

Are you PREPARED? Are you ready to leave behind the world of

lies?�

I�m not likely to receive the energy, but am I ready to leave

behind the world of lies? �I�ve just left my marriage of thirty years,�

I say. �If I�m not ready now, I�ll never be.�

This evening, after walking two miles down the red dirt road, I

wave my little clamshell phone high overhead, fishing for texts.

Suddenly my phone buzzes, and buzzes again and again. It seems so

uncanny, finding messages in the ether. Maybe Paulo�s right: We are

al living in someone else�s dream.

8. Sebastian�s Mantras

It�s not easy making a living as an Esperanto rocker, in Buenos Aires

or anywhere. To pick up some income, Sebastian�s been working in

an amusement park as a Hannibal Lecter impersonator. Hard to

think of anyone caging up that boyish, chiseled face, like wasting

ozone. When the owner shut down the park in Buenos Aires,

Sebastian decamped to the Canary Islands for a few months, where

he wrote a novel and some short stories.

�Were they good?� I ask. �Did you like them?�

�Like them? I love them, I think I am a genius. But the publishers

did not agree.�

The upper-middle-class son of a doctor and a homemaker,

Sebastian was educated in a bilingual English-Spanish school in

Buenos Aires: it was cosmopolitan, well-appointed, �lots of Jewish

kids.� He speaks Esperanto whip fast, with the raw, gutted rs of

native Spanish-speakers, but he�s fluent in English, so we mix it up.

These days, he�s chanting Sanskrit instead of singing Esperanto,

wondering how to make a living at this: mantras for pesos. In the

affluent neighborhoods of Buenos Aires, as in Park Slope or Pacific

Heights, the ratio of well-heeled women to yoga mats is about one to

one. He�s planning to record his mantras, then sell his CDs at yoga

classes, where he�ll perform for donations. Five times a day, while

Paulo is �canalizing� energy in the fields, Sebastian repeats one

hundred and eight sets of mantras, one for every channel of the

body. With a long track record of New Age pursuits, including

Gurdjieff groups, Kundalini yoga, and EFT (Emotional Freedom

Technique), Sebastian is what my father would have called a

�seeker,� my mother a luftmensch.

When I ask Sebastian if I can hear some of his music, he�s aloof.

�Sure,� he says coolly, �later on, this evening.� I�m expecting an

invitation to his cabin, but instead, he hands over a thumb drive

containing his three Esperanto CDs and 493 other Brazilian songs.

That evening I start with Sebastian�s ear-candy make-out songs with

titles like �Tuj� (Immediately) and �Ador� (Adoration); then the

soaring paeans about world peace; finally, thumping techno beats

about clones, druids, and penguins. One of his songs, written for

rank beginners, is posted on the lernu! website. It�s probably the

first breakup song ever with no direct objects; it�s certainly the

sexiest:

Jen la suno, jen la luno

Jen du malsamaj astroj

Jen vikingo, jen urbano

Jen la plej malsamaj homoj

Jen vi kaj mi, akvo kaj oleo

Here�s the sun, here�s the moon,

Here are two different stars

Here�s a viking, here�s a city-guy

Here are two different people

Here are you and me, water and oil

The next evening I hand the thumb drive back to him and invite

myself over to his cabin.

�The telenovela isn�t over till eight fifteen,� he says indifferently.

�So I�ll come at eight thirty.� His shrug says, �Suit yourself.� We�re

the only two unattached adults for miles around, if you don�t count

the ayahuasca addicts, and I can wait out his telenovela habit.

I do, and for the next two weeks, we spend the evenings together,

singing, alone and in harmony, and listening�to Esperanto

Desperado, Morphine, Cyndi Lauper, Ravi Shankar. We snack on my

dwindling supply of raisins from Target and drink passion-fruit juice

from his miksilo (blender). Sometimes Samba comes to the door, and

Sebastian, in a weird falsetto, cries �Sambacita!� and swings the door

open. Samba quivers, knowing it�s verboten to go inside, but

Sebastian coaxes her in and calms her with mantras. We end every

evening standing under the night sky amid his pineapple plants,

counting shooting stars and laughing giddily. Then he walks me

chastely back to the guesthouse, our flashlights scanning the brush

for snakes.

* * *

�Could you see living here, in Bona Espero?�

It�s a Wednesday morning, and Sebastian is showing me what�s

left of the arbidoj, five hundred tiny seedlings planted in 2008 during

the UN�s International Year of Planet Earth. Only half of them took;

those that didn�t have left dark spaces among the two-foot trees, like

missing teeth. �It�s beautiful here, and the climate�s much too cold

for parasites; you�ll sooner die of boredom than bacteria. But live

here? No. I don�t have money and I don�t have a woman. Don�t

misunderstand,� he adds quickly. �If I needed a woman to cure me

of loneliness, I�d be in a lot of trouble. You can�t expect another

person to solve your loneliness.� The advice hits hard.

�Lately I�m spending a lot of time alone,� I say, �since I separated

from my husband, and��

�Where is he, your ex?� he asks.

I�m taken aback. �My ex? No!�He�s still my husband.�

He wasn�t expecting to step on a mine. �Well, sorry!� he says,

rolling his eyes.

�No, I�m sorry, but you�re the first person ever to do that, turn my

husband into an ex. Have you ever been married?�

�No, but maybe I�m ready to get married now,� he says drily,

�because I don�t give a shit about anything.�

It�s funnier than it would have been a year ago. �Oh, I get it.

You�re the ideal husband?�

�Well,� he says, �maybe I�ve never been married, but I know one

important thing.�

�Yeah?�

�Love always pays.�

9. Mosaic of the Future

Scratch Ursula�s reasonable, world-weary veneer and you�ll find a

raving finavenkistino. �English is John the Baptist for Esperanto,� she

tells me. �Global English shows how sorely the world needs a

common language. Let�s face it, we Esperantists are pioneers, and

pioneers are always considered mad. When they invented the

electric bulb, people said, �That�s crazy, what will happen to the

candles?� When they invented cars, people said, �That�s crazy, what

will happen to the horses?� In the nineties someone said, �Soon you�ll

be able to send letters by wires,� and people said, �That�s impossible!�

Technology is now making it possible for Esperanto to win; all we

lack are human minds and spirit. The question is, can people really

recognize what progress is? Esperanto is not a philosophy; it is a

stone in the mosaic of the future.� The awkward chips of white and

green on Zamenhof�s tomb, the five-pointed star: a mosaic of the

future, set by the hand of the past.

One thing about the future of Bona Espero is clear; it does not lie

in the hands of the Grattapaglias� sons, who live in Bras�lia with

non-Esperantist wives and children fluent in Portuguese and Italian.

What it was like to cart two middle-class Italian teens off to rural

Brazil is a complicated story. Ursula has told what she�ll tell of it to

Dobrzy�ski: the ordeal of sending her two sons to school fifteen

hours away in Bras�lia, the nightly radio calls to check on them, the

monthly drives to see them. The nights she cried, missing them. This

much she�ll review with me, but no more. �Every family has its

drama,� she says, rising.

Giuseppe wants the story to end in a major key, more for his sake

than for mine. �They admire what we�ve done here, but they

suffered for it. On balance, it was good. We never had those

adolescent quarrels between parents and kids. When we saw them

each month, it was joyful. The experience of independence

strengthened them. And the opportunities in Brazil are vast. Their

friends in Italy have all had to settle for part-time jobs here and

there; it�s so hard to start a career there. But here everything has

been open to them. Take our son the plant geneticist. In Europe

there are forty trees, exhaustively studied. Here there are four

hundred trees, most of which have never been written about. He has

become a world expert on eucalyptus, he runs an institute that pairs

industry with scientists to find out�for instance, can you get

cellulose from eucalyptus? These kinds of questions.

Ursula and Giuseppe Grattapaglia, receiving the Medal of Tolerance in Bras�lia, 2013

[Ursula and Giuseppe Grattapaglia]

�And the other, who studied agriculture, then economics, then

worked in a bank, then came here and worked in construction for

six months�at only twenty-five, he became an economist in the

Italian embassy.

�So you see,� he says, weighing the air with both hands, �on

balance��

It�s a phrase my father used to use, when he talked about

marriage: On balance.

* * *

All over rural Brazil, cars are parked at crossroads, waiting for

buses. In a few hours, I�m to catch the �Class Bus� line to Bras�lia,

which runs a morning bus and an afternoon bus, but has no schedule

to speak of. Giuseppe and Sebastian will drive me the four miles to

the highway, and we�ll park and wait. �It shouldn�t take more than

two hours,� says Giuseppe. After two hours with no traffic at all, the

bus glints in the distance; my last photo is of Sebastian sitting in the

middle of the highway in a lotus position.

At breakfast, Nelida and Luisa gave me a tiny notebook they�d

made, a few ripped pieces of paper nested into one another. I asked

all the kids to autograph it; one by one they signed their names,

slowly, carefully. When it was Leandro�s turn, he wrote his name

and a dark round period, then paused. �May I write my mother�s

name?� he asked. I nodded and he wrote in cursive, �Dina.�

Clemente reached for the pen, but Leandro held it tight. �May I

write my other mother�s name?� he asked, already writing: �Ester.�

On the terrace, Ursula gave me the phone number of an

Esperantist in Bras�lia whom she�d commandeered to show me

around the city. Giuseppe suddenly walked by from his office. �Just

tell me what lies she�s been telling you,� he joked, �and I�ll tell you

all the other ones.�

�What I want to know, Giuseppe, is this: What can you tell me

about Ursula that she would never say about herself?�

He exploded in laughter, clapping his hands. �Well! Ursula!� His

head bobbed left and right like that of a punch-drunk boxer. �The

thing you need to know about Ursula is that she loves lost causes.

Give her a lost cause, and she throws her arms around it. She loves

everybody.�

Her lips set, Ursula nodded, approvingly, and caught my eye: This

is why I married him.

�And Ursula�what can you tell me about Giuseppe that he�d

never say about himself?� She looked him up and down. �Giuseppe,�

she said, laughing, �is Buddha. Always, always happy.�

Buddha smiled beatifically, and said he had an appointment with

a machete; the banana groves needed tending before we left.

Once he�d gone, Ursula asked, as if it had just occurred to her, �So

what kind of book are you writing?�

�What kind of book?� I was stalling, and she knew it. �It�s a

hybrid, history and memoir. It�s about Zamenhof, his language, his

dreams, and the people he entrusted to build Esperanto, then and

now. It�s about Esperanto as a bridge of words, and all the �internal

ideas� that have crossed it. And it�s about my wanderings in

Esperantujo, the people I�ve met in Europe, Asia, California, here.��

I didn�t tell her it�s about me, too, though I never meant it to be;

about how Esperanto helped me to navigate my middle-aged

anguish, to get across what I needed to say. �And the last chapter is

about Bona Espero.�

She was unsettled. �Bona Espero doesn�t need a whole chapter,�

she admonished, then softened. She took my hands in hers across the

table, and tears came to her eyes.

Now I was unsettled; I was the writer, she was my subject. We

shouldn�t be holding hands. My tears shouldn�t come out to meet

hers.

Neither of us spoke, but her voice was in my ear�

� love is the essence of life

�and Giuseppe�s�

She loves everybody

�and Paulo�s�

Because I want to love everybody!

�and Sebastian�s�

Love always pays.

�Don�t worry,� I said, �it�s about what you�re doing here in Bona

Espero. It�s about love among the androids.�

Coda: Justice in Babel

During my travels among Esperantists in Europe, Asia, and Latin

America, I�ve come home to the United States to encounter a few

perdurable myths about Esperanto. Sometimes it seems that these

myths about Esperanto are more robust than Esperanto itself; three

in particular stand out.

The first is the �heyday� myth: Esperanto had its heyday, but isn�t

it � over? Whereas languages may become dead or extinct, this

myth assumes that Esperanto was merely a fad, having gone the

way of hula hoops, stuffed hummingbirds on ladies� hats, and other

caprices of mass culture. This myth creeps up on late-night TV in

Stephen Colbert�s recurrent references to Esperanto��the most

popular human animal hybrid fantasy franchise ever published in

Esperanto��as a shorthand for absurdity, obscurity, and

irrelevance. In fact, Esperanto was never a massculture

phenomenon, except occasionally as a metaphor.

In the past half century, Esperantists, who are highly self-

conscious about language and communication, have tended to strain

against the current of mass culture. To those who hold with the

�heyday� myth, it makes no impact to point out that Esperanto, in

its second century, has a community that extends over six continents

and sixty-two countries. To �heydayers,� Esperantists are simply

people who did not get the memo that Esperanto is over. It never

occurs to them to wonder why they are still quick to opine about

Esperanto, if it is indubitably a thing of the past.

The second myth is what filmmaker Sam Green calls �the gray

jumpsuit� myth: that Esperanto, in its aim for universality, leads us

toward a world of uniformity and cultural homogeneity. It�s a myth

first voiced in the nineteenth century, during the romance of

nationalism; voiced again, in a Marxist key, by Gramsci a century

later. And it is prevalent in the United States, a country that refuses

to put its schoolchildren in uniforms, leaving such gear to those who

serve their country (soldiers), their locality (police), or time

(prisoners). But one does not see jumpsuits, gray or otherwise, at

Esperanto gatherings, where people wear colorful national

costumes, celebrate diverse cultures, buy anthologies of national

literatures in Esperanto, and take daily lessons in the host country�s

language.

This, at least, is the current state of affairs; as far as Esperanto�s

history is concerned, the cultural diversity question is a bit more

complicated. Zamenhof, characteristically, espoused different

opinions in different contexts, sometimes within a single essay. To

the French Academy of Sciences he argued that Esperanto would

only strengthen national languages, though in the same text, he

wrote, �We confess that however much we knock our head about, we

can�t understand at all what the detriment for humanity would be if

one fine day � there no longer exist nations and national

languages, but there exist only one all-human family and one all-

human language.� 1

Gary Mickle, an American Esperantist living in Germany, has set

out to demystify the movement�s touted �diversity protection

claims.� Esperantists, by propounding a counter-mythology to the

�gray jumpsuit� myth, have anthropomorphized Esperanto as a

gentle, unfailing guardian of rights, a superego that disciplines the

unpredictable negotiations between the Esperantic ego and (yes) id.

Perhaps; among the proponents of a universal language, there have

been worse offenses. That said, since 1970, when the Declaration of

Tyres� denounced �linguistic imperialism,� the UEA has been

strongly in favor of linguistic and cultural diversity. In the 1996

Manifesto of Prague, the UEA pledged to �unshakably� uphold seven

objectives: democracy, global education, effective education,

multilingualism, language rights, language diversity, and human

emancipation.

The manifesto made clear what Esperanto could contribute to

language rights activism: a century of experience in managing

transnational identity, the creation of durable international

networks, and a record of living up to an exacting standard of

language equality. Under the presidency of Mark Fettes (who

authored the Manifesto of Prague) the UEA has recently formulated

a strategic plan dedicating Esperanto to lingva justeco, linguistic

justice for a global Babel. The interna ideo, renovated by and for a

new generation, lives on.

The third myth is the utopianism myth: that Esperantists believe

in, expect, and labor for the fina venko, when the whole world is

speaking Esperanto (and, according to the �gray jumpsuit myth,�

only Esperanto). That finavenkismo took a fatal blow in the League of

Nations debacle in 1921�22 is beyond dispute; six decades later, it

was finally buried in the marshlands of Rauma. Zamenhof himself

was only intermittently concerned with dreams of a distant, utopian

future. On the contrary, his was the future that was, as he said at

Boulogne in 1905, already �floating in the air,� fluttering �images of

a time to come, of a new era.� 2 And he entreated Esperantists to

seize these images and make them real; to �build into the blue,� in

the words of philosopher Ernst Bloch.

While Zamenhof could wax rhapsodic about unforeseen

technologies for a new century, his idea for changing the world was

based on a strong continuity between experience and expectation.

As a physician, he knew well that it was in the nature of human

beings to change, whether to perish of disease, or to be slowly cured.

He sought to change human beings by literal y changing the mind,

shaping the way it perceives, thinks, judges, and makes what it will

of the minds of others. Indeed, he may have felt that the process was

not entirely different from, say, administering medication for

trachoma. Esperanto involved no technological miracles; it was

made by hand, with books, paper, and pen, and it would be given

life by brains, tongues, and hearts.

These three myths�the �heyday� myth, the �gray jumpsuit� myth,

the �utopianism� myth�all bespeak a certainty that Esperanto

doesn�t matter�shouldn�t matter�to Americans. Yet somehow the

notion that Esperanto doesn�t matter seems to matter quite a bit.

Americans need to believe these myths because by doing so, they

project onto Esperanto their deepest fears: that American culture is

consumerist and faddish; that beneath all the diversity fanfare, there

is a residual, Tocquevillian conformism; and that to believe that a

male, white, slave-holding elite of the eighteenth century gave us

our contemporary, multicultural nation is utopian at best and, at

worst, delusional. Americans� myths about Esperanto, at bottom, are

there to shore up fractured mythologies of America.

There�s a fourth myth about Esperanto that needs to be refuted,

but this one obtains among Esperantists themselves. The �myth of

neutrality� asserts that because Esperanto is neutral regarding

politics and religion, it is therefore apolitical. On the face of it, this

myth is not hard to refute, since its very premise is faulty;

Esperanto�s vaunted neutrality is only meaningful in the context of

both politics and religion. Esperanto emerged in the Pale of

Settlement as an answer (albeit unorthodox) to the Jewish question;

and in the shadow of Dreyfus, Zamenhof (the �Jewish prophet�)

sacrificed his Jewish-derived Hillelist ethics so that his language-

movement might endure. Moreover, the notion that Zamenhof was

blind to class struggle, most famously espoused by Lanti in the SAT

schism of 1921, is unfounded. On the contrary, Zamenhof�s

disenchantment with Zionism came about, in part, from his disgust

that class struggle was cleaving apart the early settlements in

Palestine. Instead of being blind to class, Zamenhof was clear-

sighted enough to recognize that class identity was inimical to his

vision of a granda rondo familia of all humanity.

What Esperantists have never fully recognized is that Zamenhof

offered Esperanto not only as a bridge across ethnic divides but also

as a means for bridging political differences. Zamenhof wanted

diverse peoples to talk not only past their differences but also about

them. Within his program for Homaranism, he envisioned

multiethnic cities, states, and continents�indeed, a multiethnic

world�using Esperanto for the sake of negotiating differences.

There�s a reason why Esperanto could yet become an exquisite

instrument for political dialogue: Esperanto is itself a dialogue

between modernity and tradition. On the one hand, Zamenhof

designed it for liberal individuals in search of modernity, progress,

and autonomy; on the other, he designed it to consolidate and unify

a community around timeless concepts of the good: justice, peace,

harmony, and fellow-feeling. But unlike most communities bound by

traditional values, the Esperantic community shares a future, not a

past, and one must choose to belong to it. Thus, Esperanto does

more than balance the claims of the individual with those of the

community; it reconciles these claims every time a liberal individual

freely chooses to belong to the Esperantic community.

Esperanto is not simply applicable to politics; it is essential y

political. I realize this is a provocative claim, not least because I�ve

unsettled Esperantist audiences by making it. But my argument is

that Esperanto dovetails with the contemporary so-called liberal-

communitarian debate; �so-called� because the debate has become

an ongoing, evolving dialogue between two camps: proponents of a

liberal, rights-bearing self, irrespective of identity (à la John Rawls�s

�veil of ignorance�), and champions of communities with

prerogatives and purposes (à la Michael Sandel�s communitarian

critique of Rawls). Since the 1980s, each side has challenged the

other to assimilate its claims, be they ontological, political, or

ethical. In Politics and Passion: Toward a More Egalitarian Liberalism,

for example, Michael Walzer argues that the �liberal hero, the

autonomous individual, choosing his or her memberships, moving

freely from group to group in civil society� is a fiction unless we

take account of the vast importance of �involuntary association, �3

or, as Walzer puts it elsewhere, �a radical givenness to our

associational life.�

Most of us are born into or find ourselves in what may

well be the most important groups to which we belong�

the cultural and religious, the national and linguistic

communities within which we cultivate not only identity

but character and whose values we pass on to our children

(without asking them).

What strikes me, after seven years in Esperantujo, is that Esperanto

bridges the dichotomy between what is �radically given� and what is

�freely chosen.� Esperanto is not �radically given� to anyone, not

even to denaskuloj, who are free to take it or leave it. No, Esperanto

is radically chosen. And to choose a language is to see the world a

certain way; to question it a certain way; to assess, criticize,

acclaim, or reform it within certain parameters. Esperantists choose

the givenness that language gives the world. When Walzer demands

�a political theory as complicated as our own lives,� 4 he might well

be describing the complicated lives of Esperantists.

These days, the center-periphery model in which Esperanto

emerged, a model that survived numerous schisms and endured amid

empires, great powers, and cold warriors, has given way to new

transnational networks located everywhere at once: in cyberspace,

if you will. Esperanto, by necessity, is learning the language of

cosmopolitanism, which, in the words of sociologist Ulrich Becker,

entails �the erosion of clear borders separating markets, states,

civilizations, religions, cultures, life-worlds of common people. �5

Like other geographically scattered communities, Esperantists no

longer speak of themselves as international; instead, they are

cosmopolitans, citizens of a global Babel. The poet Jorge Camacho

describes the Esperantists as a malpopolo�an unpeople�partaking

of a cosmopolitan, moveable feast.

[Esperanto is] not about the culture and society of a

separate people, but about the discontinuous culture and

society, or the paraculture and parasociety, or the

subculture and subsociety, of a group of human beings

from different peoples, scattered everywhere on the globe,

and who live part of their life in, through, and often also

for Esperanto.

I worry a little when Esperantists talk like cosmopolitans, and not

simply because in Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union Esperantists

paid so dearly for being deemed cosmopolitans. No, I worry because

disappointment with cosmopolitanism was one of Zamenhof�s chief

motives for inventing Esperanto. As a Jew in the Pale of Settlement,

he rejected the cosmopolitan model of Jewishness as �inauthentic.�

On the contrary, his model for a modern Jewish identity was a

Romantic, Herderian idea of a people bound by a common

language. When Zionism and modern Hebrew failed that dream, he

reshaped it around Hillelism�and Esperanto.

But if Camacho�s endlessly morphing malpopolo sounds like

postmodern cosmopolitanism, don�t be fooled: Camacho remains a

quizzical Herderian. �Esperanto continues to give me something,� he

writes, �which I don�t find anywhere else: an irrational sense of

direct belonging to the world.� 6 That is because conversation, the

lifeblood of Esperanto, is what solders individuals into community.

In the words of the philosopher Charles Taylor:

�Fine weather we�re having,� I say to my neighbor. Prior

to this, he was aware of the weather, may have been

attending to it; obviously I was as well. It was a matter for

him, and also for me. What the conversation-opener does

is make it now a matter for us: We are attending to it now

together.�

A conversation is not the coordination of actions of

different individuals, but a common action in this strong,

irreducible sense; it is our action. It is of a kind with�to

take a more obvious example�the dance of a group or a

couple, or the action of two men sawing a log. Opening a

conversation is inaugurating a common action.�

In human terms, we stand on a different footing when

we start talking about the weather. 7

It is the Esperantic conversation, that century-long haphazard

culture of chitchat and palaver, that builds a bridge between you

and me, turning my action into ours, myself into us. It provides, in

Camacho�s phrase, an irrational sense of directly belonging to the

world. Which is another way of saying that whatever the historical

destiny of Esperanto will be�wherever it ends up on earth, on

Mars, or in some other galaxy entirely�it begins in conversation:

�Fine weather we�re having.�

Belan veteron ni ĝuas.

Glossary

Akademio de Esperanto: Academy of Esperanto (formerly,

Language Committee)

bela: beautiful

bonvenon: welcome

bonvolu: please

ĉapelo: a circumflex; literally, a hat

civitane (closing in a letter): alternative to samideane used by

Civito members

Civito: see Esperanto Civito

ĉu: interrogative particle; whether; interjection meaning �oh!�

dankon, koran dankon: thank you, heartfelt thank you

denaska: raised speaking Esperanto

denaskulo, denaskuloj (pl): a person/people raised speaking

Esperanto

Esperanto: literally, �the Hoping One�

Esperanto Civito: community constituted by the �Pact for the

Esperanto Civito�

Esperantujo: the Esperanto community; the diasporic para-nation

of Esperanto

fina venko: the �final victory� of Esperanto; finavenkismo is the

aspiration for same

Fundamento: the sixteen �untouchable� rules governing Esperanto

grammar and usage

egaleco: equality

geja: gay

gejofobio: homophobia

ĝis la revido: until we meet again

gravulo: a VIP

ho ve: woe is me (like Yiddish �oy vey�)

Ido: literally �offspring,� a language derived from Esperanto

interna ideo: inner idea

jida: Yiddish

juda: Jewish

judadivena: of Jewish origin

kabei: to abandon the study of Esperanto

kara lingvo: dear language (e. g. Esperanto)

komencanto: beginner

komitato: committee

konsulo (m), konsulino (f): �consul� or delegate

korelativo: correlative (as in �table of correlatives�)

lesbo, lesbanino: a lesbian

�La Espero�: �The Hope,� by L. L. Zamenhof, the Esperanto anthem

Libera Folio: Free Page, an online magazine

Lingvo Internacia: international language, the original name of

Esperanto

movado: movement

planlingvo: planned (sometimes called �artificial�) language

saluton: hello

samideane (closing in a letter): in the �same idea�; see samideano

samideano/j (m), samideanino/j: fellow Esperantist/s

samseksemulo/samseksemulino: a gay man/woman

sekso: sex

strangulo: weirdo

tabelvorto,

tabelvortoj

(pl):

correlative,

correlatives

(�tableword/s�)

Universala Kongreso: annual worldwide UEA congress

Unua Libro: �First Book,� the inaugural 1887 pamphlet

Usono: United States

Usonozo: United States sickness

Acronyms and Abbreviations

ASE: Asocio de Sovietaj Esperantistoj // Association of Soviet

Esperantists

BEA (now EBA): Brita Esperanto-Asocio // Esperanto Association of

Britain

CED: Centro de Esploro kaj Dokumentado pri Mondaj Lingvaj //

Center for Research and Documentation of World Language

Problems

ĈEL: Ĉina Esperanto-Ligo // Chinese Esperanto League

CO: Centra Oficejo // Central Office (Rotterdam)

E@I: Edukado@Interreto // Education@Internet

EANA: Esperanto-Asocio de Nord-Ameriko // Esperanto Association of

North America

ELNA: Esperanto Ligo de Nord Ameriko // Esperanto League for

North America (see E-USA)

E-USA: Esperanto USA

ESF: Fondaĵo pri Esperantaj Studoj // Esperantic Studies Foundation

GEA: Germana Esperanto-Asocio // German Esperanto Association

GLAT: Gejoj, Lesbaninoj, Ambaŭseksemuloj, Transgenruloj // LGBT

GLEA: Germana Laborista Esperanto Asocio // German Labor

Esperanto Association

HeKo(j): Heroldo Kommuniko(j) // Heroldo Communique(s)

IEL: Internacia Esperanto-Ligo//International Esperanto League

IJK: Internacia Junulara Kongreso // International Youth Congress

IKU: Internacia Kongresa Universitato // International Congress

University

JEA: Japana Esperantista Asocio // Japan Esperantist Association

KCE: Kultura Centro de Esperanto // Esperanto Cultural Center (La

Chaux-de-Fonds, Switzerland)

KVA: Komisiono por Virina Agado // Commission for Women�s

Issues

LF-Koop: Literatura Foiro Cooperative

LIBE: Ligo Internacia de Blindaj Esperantistoj // International

League of Blind Esperantists

LSG: Ligo de Samseksamaj Geesperantistoj // League of Gay

(�Same-Sex-Loving�) Esperantists

MEM: Mondpaca Esperantista Movado // Esperanto Movement for

World Peace

NASK: Nord-Amerika Somera Kursaro // North American Summer

Esperanto Institute

NEM: Neutrala Esperanto Movado // Neutral Esperanto Movement

PIV: Plena Ilustrita Vortaro // Complete Il ustrated Dictionary

PVZ: Plena Verkaro de Zamenhof // Complete Works of Zamenhof

SAT: Sennacieca Asocio Tutmonda // World Anational Association

SEJM: Sovetia Esperanto Junulara Movado // Soviet Esperanto

Youth Movement

SEU: Sovetrespublikara Esperantista Unio // Esperanto Union of the

USSR

SkE: Sekso kaj Egaleco // Sex and Equality

TEJO: Tutmonda Esperantista Junulara Organizo // Worldwide

Esperanto Youth Organization

TTT: Tut-Tera Teksaĵo // World Wide Web

UDEV: Unuiĝo de Esperantistaj Virinoj // Union of Esperantist

Women

UEA: Universala Esperanto Asocio // Universal Esperanto

Association

UK: Universala Kongreso // Universal Congress

VEA: Vjetnama Esperanto-Asocio // Vietnam Esperanto Association

Notes

Introduction

1. Roberto Garv�a, Esperanto and Its Rivals: The Struggle for an International Language (Philadelphia: University of Pennsylvania Press, 2015), 128.

2. Sidney

Culbert

David

Wolff,

Oct.

1989.

http://www.panix.com/~dwolff/docs/culbert-methods.html, accessed 9 Feb. 2014. See

also� Donald J. Harlow to Bob Petry, 16 Mar. 1999. http://listserv.brown.edu/?

A2=ind9903C&L=AUXLANG&F=&S=&P=9580, accessed 9 Feb. 2014.

3. Mike Lewis, �Quirky Linguist Loved Life, and Ruth for 70 years,� Seattle Post-Intel igencer, 15 Nov. 2003.

Part I: The Dream of a Universal Language

1. Umberto Eco, The Search for the Perfect Language, trans. James Fentress (Oxford, UK: Blackwel , 1997), passim.

2. Rhodri Lewis, Language, Mind and Nature: Artificial Languages in England from Bacon to Locke (Cambridge, UK: Cambridge University Press, 2007), 170.

3. John Locke, An Essay Concerning Human Understanding (New York: Col ins, 1964), 262.

4. Ibid., 292, 302, 302�3.

5. Ibid., 261.

6. Robert Darnton, �What Was Revolutionary About the French Revolution?� New York Review

Books,

Jan.

1989,

35:

21,

22,

http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/1989/jan/19/what-was-revolutionary-about-

the-french-revolution/?insrc=toc, accessed 14 Mar. 2012.

7. George Steiner, After Babel: Aspects of Language and Translation (Oxford, UK: Oxford University Press, 1977), 82.

8. Garv�a, Esperanto and Its Rivals, 64.

9. Giacomo Leopardi, letter of 23 Aug. 1823, quoted in Eco, Search, 303.

10. Andrew Large, The Artificial Language Movement (Oxford, UK: Blackwel , 1985), 51.

11. �Volap�k in Danger,� New York Times, 11 Dec. 1887, 4.

12. Large, Artificial Language, 68.

13. Donald

Harlow,

�How

Build

Language,�

http://donh.best.vwh.net/Esperanto/EBook/chap03.html#volapuk, accessed 19 Jan. 2010.

14. Garv�a, Esperanto and Its Rivals, 26.

15. Ibid., 31.

16. W. J. Clark, International Language: Past, Present and Future (London: J. M. Dent, 1907), 95,

http://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=nyp.33433082185384;view=1up;seq=111,

accessed 19 Jan. 2010.

17. L. L. Zamenhof to N[ikolai] Borovko, 189[6], Originala Verkaro, ed. Joh. Dietterle (Leipzig: Ferdinand Hirt, 1929) [trans. from Russian to Esperanto], 418.

18. Johan Derks, �How �International� Is Your Word?� Fiat Lingua, http://fiatlingua.org/wp-

content/uploads/2012/11/fl-00000F-00.pdf, accessed 12 Feb. 2014.

19. Ludovic Lazarus Zamenhof, Doctor Esperanto�s International Language, trans. R. H.

Geoghegan, ed. Gene Keys, 1889, Part II, http://www.genekeyes.com/Dr_Esperanto.html,

accessed 13 Feb. 2014.

20. L. L. Zamenhof to Borovko, 189[6], Originala Verkaro, 421.

Part II: Doktoro Esperanto and the Shadow People

1. L. L. Zamenhof to [Alfred] Michaux, 21 Feb. 1905, in Mi Estas Homo, ed. Aleksander Korĵenkov (Kaliningrad: Sezono, 2006), 100.

2. L. L. Zamenhof to Borovko, 189[6], in Originala Verkaro, ed. Joh. Dietterle (Leipzig: Ferdinand Hirt, 1929), 422.

3. Aleksander Korĵenkov, �Mark Fabianoviĉ Zamenhof, Instrituisto en Ŝtataj Lernejoj,� Ondo de Esperanto 216 (2012): 4. For a list of M. F. Zamenhof�s publications, see N. Z. Maimon,

La Kaŝita Vivo de Zamenhof (Tokyo: Japana Esperanto-Instituto, 1978), 146.

4. Korĵenkov, �Mark Fabianoviĉ Zamenhof,� 5.

5. Ibid., 5.

6. Ivan T. Berend, History Derailed: Central and Eastern Europe in the Long Nineteenth Century (Berkeley: University of California Press, 2003), 188.

7. Maimon, La Kaŝita Vivo, 144.

8. Ibid., 33.

9. Aleksander Korĵenkov, �Vera Trezoro de Oficista Saĝo: La Varsovia Cenzuristo M. F.

Zamenhof,� La Ondo de Esperanto 186 (2010): 13-14.

10. Quoted in Marjorie Boulton, Zamenhof: Creator of Esperanto, trans. Boulton (London: Routledge and Kegan Paul, 1960), 6.

11. Berend, History Derailed, 57.

12. Johann Gottfried Herder, Reflections, quoted in Jeffrey Veidlinger, Jewish Public Culture in the Late Russian Empire (Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 2009), 114.

13. Steiner, After Babel, 81.

14. Aleksander Korĵenkov, Homarano (Kaunas: Sezono, 2009), 62.

15. L. L. Zamenhof to Borovko, 189[6], Originala Verkaro, 420.

16. �Esperanto and Jewish Ideals,� Jewish Chronicle, 6 Sep. 1907, 17.

17. Korĵenkov, Homarano, 285, n33.

18. Ibid., 46.

19. Christer Kiselman, �La Evoluo de la Pensado de Zamenhof pri Religioj kaj la Rolo de Lingvoj,� Religiaj kaj filozofiaj ideoj de Zamenhof: Kultura kaj Socia Fono, ed. Christer

Kiselman

(Rotterdam:

Universala

Esperanto-Asocio,

2010),

45,

http://www2.math.uu.se/~kiselman/bjalistokoueak.pdf, accessed 7 Jan. 2014.

20. Maimon, La Kaŝita Vivo, 99.

21. �Esperanto and Jewish Ideals,� 17.

22. Dovid Katz, Words on Fire: The Unfinished Story of Yiddish (New York: Basic Books, 2004), 200.

23. Ibid., 304.

24. L. L. Zamenhof to BILU members, 18 Nov. 1883, Mi Estas Homo, 27�28.

25. L. L. Zamenhof, Doctor Esperanto�s International Language, Part I,

http://www.genekeyes.com/Dr_Esperanto.html, accessed 9 Jan. 2015.

26. David Richardson, Shamrocks on the Tanana: Richard Geoghegan�s Alaska (Snowqualmie, WA: Cheechako Books, 2009), 13.

27. Korĵenkov, Homarano, 83.

28. Humphrey

Tonkin,

�Hamlet

Esperanto,�

unpublished

paper,

http://uhaweb.hartford.edu/tonkin/pdfs/HamletInEsperanto.pdf, accessed 12 Feb. 2014.

29. Peter G. Forster, The Esperanto Movement (The Hague: Mouton, 1982), 60.

30. Korĵenkov, Homarano, 104.

31. L. L. Zamenhof to [Alfred] Michaux, 21 Feb. 1905, Mi Estas Homo, 105.

32. Korĵenkov, Homarano, 91.

33. L. L. Zamenhof to [Alfred] Michaux, 21 Feb. 1905, Mi Estas Homo, 105.

34. Korĵenkov, Homarano, 111.

35. Wim Jansen, �Summary in English,� Woordvolgorde in het Esperanto: Normen, Taalgebruik en

Universalia

(Utrecht:

Lot,

2007),

275,

http://www.lotpublications.nl/publish/articles/002492/bookpart.pdf, accessed 12 Feb.

2014.

36. Korĵenkov, Homarano, 99.

37. Ibid.

38. Ibid., 102.

39. Boulton, Zamenhof, 57.

40. L. L. Zamenhof, �Introduction,� Doctor Esperanto�s International Language,

http://www.genekeyes.com/Dr_Esperanto.html, accessed 9 Jan. 2015.

41. Tonkin, �Hamlet in Esperanto,� 7.

42. Ibid., 9.

43. Garv�a, Esperanto and Its Rivals, 76.

44. Ibid., 79.

45. L. L. Zamenhof to Wil iam Hel er, 30 Jun. 1914, Mi Estas Homo, 217�18.

46. Paul Mendes-Flohr and Jehuda Reinharz, The Jew in the Modern World, 2nd ed. (New York: Oxford University Press, 1995), 542.

47. L. L. Zamenhof, �Hilelismo,� Mi Estas Homo, 43.

48. Ibid., 62.

49. Ibid., 44.

50. Ibid., 46, n1.

51. Ibid., 61.

52. Ibid., 69.

53. Andrew Wernick, August Comte and the Religion of Humanity (Cambridge, UK: Cambridge University Press, 2001), 21.

54. L. L. Zamenhof, �Hilelismo,� Mi Estas Homo, 73.

55. Ibid., 78�79.

56. Ibid., 81, 82.

57. L. L. Zamenhof to [Abram] Kofman, 15 (28) May 1901, Mi Estas Homo, 97.

58. �Esperanto and Jewish Ideals,� 17.

59. Korĵenkov, Homarano, 60.

60. Forster, The Esperanto Movement, 75.

61. Ibid., 76.

62. Korĵenkov, Homarano, 126.

63. Ibid., 164.

64. L. L. Zamenhof to [�mile] Javal, 8 Jan. 1906, Mi Estas Homo, 127.

65. L. L. Zamenhof to [Alfred] Michaux, 21 Feb. 1905, Mi Estas Homo, 99.

66. Korĵenkov, Homarano, 168.

67. Korĵenkov, ed., Mi Estas Homo, 263; thanks to Roberto Garv�a for pointing this out.

68. Quoted in Forster, The Esperanto Movement, 82.

69. Quoted in Korĵenkov, Homarano, 236.

70. �Esperanto and Jewish Ideals,� 17.

71. L. L. Zamenhof to [Alfred] Michaux, 21 Feb. 1905, Mi Estas Homo, 100.

72. Quoted in Boulton, Zamenhof, trans. Boulton, 79.

73. Quoted in Korĵenkov, Homarano, 179.

74. Ibid., 180.

75. Korĵenkov, Homarano, 301, n 19.

76. Garv�a, Esperanto and Its Rivals, 25.

77. Forster, The Esperanto Movement, 75.

78. �mile Javal to L. L. Zamenhof, 15 Oct., 1905, Ludovikito [Ito Kanzi]. Postrikolto de Ludovikaĵoj, 197, quoted in �rp�d R�tkai, �Lazar Markoviĉ Zamenhof kaj la Zamenhof-Falsaĵaro,� Esperantologio 2009, 5�6, http://www.vortaro.hu/lmz.pdf, accessed 2 Dec.

2012.

79. Boulton, Zamenhof, 78.

80. Korĵenkov, Homarano, 184.

81. Quoted in Forster, The Esperanto Movement, trans. Forster, 94.

82. Kiselman, �La Evoluo,� 53.

83. Sarah Abrevyava Stein, Making Jews Modern (Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 2006), 213.

84. Korĵenkov, Mi Estas Homo, 169.

85. Quoted in Kiselman, �La Evoluo,� 53.

86. Quoted in Forster, The Esperanto Movement, trans. Forster, 101.

87. Garv�a, Esperanto and Its Rivals, 103�28.

88. Korĵenkov, Homarano, 214.

89. �mile Javal to L. L. Zamenhof, Dec. 1905, quoted in Forster, The Esperanto Movement, trans. Forster, 118.

90. Forster, The Esperanto Movement, 114�15.

91. Ibid., 116�17.

92. Ibid., 122.

93. L. L. Zamenhof to Hippolyte Sebert, 27 Oct. 1907, quoted in Boulton, Zamenhof, trans.

Boulton, 126.

94. Quoted in Forster, The Esperanto Movement, trans. Forster, 123.

95. L. L. Zamenhof, �Cirukulera Letero al Ĉiuj Esperantistoj,� Originala Verkaro, 448.

96. Forster, The Esperanto Movement, 130.

97. Ibid., 131.

98. Quoted in Forster, The Esperanto Movement, 133.

99. Michael D. Gordin, Scientific Babel: How Science Was Done Before and After Global English (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2015), 149.

100. Quoted in Boulton, Zamenhof, trans. Boulton, 138.

101. Boulton, Zamenhof, 190.

102. Forster, The Esperanto Movement, 154.

103. Ibid., 156.

104. Quoted in ibid.

105. L. L. Zamenhof to Local Congress Committee, 14 Feb.1912, Mi Estas Homo, 199.

106. L. L. Zamenhof, �La Respondo de D-ro Zamenhof,� Die Wahrheit 29 Oct. 1912, trans.

Doron Modan (Yiddish to Esperanto), Mi Estas Homo, 246�47.

107. Quoted in Maimon, La Kaŝita Vivo, 109�10.

108. Quoted in Korĵenkov, Homarano, 256.

109. Ibid.

110. L. L. Zamenhof, �Protesto,� 16 Jul. 1914, Mi Estas Homo, 221.

111. Quoted in Korĵenkov, Homarano, 258.

112. Boulton, Zamenhof, 187.

113. Ibid., 188�89.

114. Ibid., 187.

115. Quoted in Korĵenkov, Homarano, 261.

116. Hector Hodler, quoted in L. L. Zamenhof, �Super,� quoted in Forster, The Esperanto Movement, trans. Forster, 160�61.

117. Quoted in Korĵenkov, Homarano, 266�67.

118. Ibid., 266.

119. Ibid., 263.

120. Ibid., 223.

121. Ibid., 268.

Part III: The Heretic, the Priestess, and the Invisible Empire

1. �First Esperanto School in the United States,� Amerika Esperantisto 39 no. 1 (1927): 3.

2. E. Borsboom, Vivo de Lanti (Paris: SAT, 1976), 23.

3. E. Lanti [Eugène Adam], For la Neutralismon (Beauvil e: SAT, 1991), 10.

4. Ibid., 11.

5. Borsboom, Vivo, 26.

6. Quoted in Borsboom, Vivo, 25.

7. Lanty [Lanti], �Tri Semajnoj,� Sennacieca Revuo 4 no. 4 (1923), 4.

8. Quoted in Borsboom, Vivo, 25.

9. Lanty [Lanti], �Tri Semajnoj,� Sennacieca Revuo 4 no. 2 (1922), 2.

10. Ibid., 10.

11. Quoted in Dante Germino, Gramsci: Architect of a New Politics (Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University Press, 1990), 28.

12. Forster, The Esperanto Movement, 202.

13. Quoted in Ulrich Lins, La Danĝera Lingvo (Moscow: Progreso, 1990), 212.

14. Ibid., 218.

15. Ibid., 219, 225.

16. Ibid., 235.

17. Ibid., 246.

18. Borsboom, Vivo, 111, 112.

19. Gordon Bowker, George Orwel (Boston: Little, Brown, 2003), 7.

20. Borsboom, Vivo, 71.

21. Bowker, George Orwel , 106.

22. D. J. Taylor, Orwel : The Life (London: Chatto & Windus, 2003), 96.

23. Bowker, George Orwel , 106.

24. Ibid., 191.

25. E. Lanti to S-ro R. K., Aug. 1933, Leteroj de E. Lanti (Laroque: SAT, 1987), 74.

26. E. Lanti, �Absolutismo,� El Verkoj de E. Lanti [vol. 1] (Paris: SAT, 1991), 58.

27. E. Lanti, �Herezaĵo,� El Verkoj de Lanti [vol. 1], 85�86.

28. George Orwel , �Politics and the English Language� Horizon 13 no. 76 (1946): 258,

http://www.unz.org/Pub/Horizon-1946apr?View=PDF.

29. Borsboom, Vivo, 142.

30. Lanti, �Absolutismo,� 61.

31. Ulrich Lins, Utila Estas Aliĝo (Rotterdam: Universala Esperanto-Asocio, 2008), 68.

32. Carolyn N. Biltoft, �Speaking the Peace: Language, World Politics and the League of Nations, 1918�1935� (Ph.D. diss., Princeton University, 2010), 91, 91, 106.

33. New York Times, Oct. 2, 1921, in Ulrich Becker, ed. Esperanto in the New York Times 1887�1922 (New York: Mondial, 2010), 229.

34. Biltoft, �Speaking the Peace,� 97.

35. Forster, The Esperanto Movement, 175.

36. Biltoft, �Speaking the Peace,� 106�7.

37. Roxanne Panchasi, Future Tense: The Culture of Anticipation in France Between the Wars (Ithaca, NY: Cornel University Press, 2009), 154.

38. Biltoft, �Speaking the Peace,� 104.

39. Forster, The Esperanto Movement, 177.

40. Edmond Privat, Aventuroj de Pioniro (La Laguna: J. R�gulo, 1963), 31, 129.

41. Biltoft, �Speaking the Peace,� 99.

42. Forster, The Esperanto Movement, 183.

43. George Cox, A Grammar and Commentary of the International Language Esperanto (London: British Esperanto Association 1906), vii�viii.

44. �Herbert F. H�veler,� http://eo.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herbert_F._H�veler, accessed 10 Apr.

2010.

45. Ibid.

46. Ibid.

47. F. W. Hamann, �The Progress of Esperanto Since the World War,� Modern Language Journal 12 no. 7 (1928): 550.

48. Ibid., 552.

49. David K. Jordan, Being Col oquial in Esperanto (Lanham, MD: University Press of America, 1992), 105�8.

50. Michael T. Kaufman, Soros: The Life and Times of a Messianic Bil ionaire (New York: Knopf, 2002), Kindle edition.

51. Geoffrey Sutton, Concise Encyclopedia of the Original Literature of Esperanto, 1887�2007

(New York: Mondial, 2008), 27, 74.

52. Forster, The Esperanto Movement, 180.

53. Quoted in Michael North, Reading 1922: A Return to the Scene of the Modern (Oxford, UK: Oxford University Press, 1999), 16.

54. North, Reading 1922, 157.

55. Otto Neurath, �From Hieroglyphics to Isotype,� trans. Marie Neurath, in Future Books 3

(1946): 96.

56. Phil Patton, �Neurath, Bliss and the Language of the Pictogram,� AIGA,

http://www.aiga.org/neurath-bliss-and-the-language-of-the-pictogram/p3website, accessed 15 Apr. 2010.

57. �Educator Describes �Picture Esperanto,�� New York Times, 10 Jan. 1933, 25.

58. Jil Lepore, A Is for American: Letters and Other Characters in the Newly United States (New York: Vintage, 2002), 190, 28.

59. Chicago Commerce, 6 Oct. 1916, 29.

60. Wil iam Harmon, A History of the Esperanto League for North America, Inc. (El Cerrito, CA: ELNA, 2002), 6.

61. Richardson, Shamrocks on the Tanana, 129, 195.

62. �Esperantists Raise Flag,� New York Times, 21 Jul. 1908, in Becker, Esperanto, 81.

63. G. W. Wishard, �From Readers: A Consideration of the Merits of the Language Cal ed Esperanto,� New York Times, 11 Jun. 1904, in Becker, Esperanto, 31.

64. Wil iam A. Lewis, �Views of Readers,� New York Times, 8 Aug. 1908, in Becker, Esperanto, 91.

65. �Mr. Alden�s Views,� New York Times, 15 Aug. 1902, in Becker, Esperanto, 24.

66. �Mr. Alden�s Views,� New York Times, 28 May 1904, in Becker, Esperanto, 29.

67. �Mr. Alden�s Views,� New York Times, 5 Nov. 1904, in Becker, Esperanto, 37.

68. �Views of Readers,� New York Times, 4 Jul. 1908, in Becker, Esperanto, 72, 72.

69. �Socialists and Esperantists,� New York Times, 27 Aug. 1907, in Becker, Esperanto, 57.

70. L. L. Zamenhof, �What Is Esperanto?� North American Review 184 no. 606 (1907): 20, 21.

71. Ibid., 20�21.

72. James Duff Law, Here and There in Two Hemispheres (Lancaster, PA: Home, 1906), 111.

73. L. L. Zamenhof, �What Is Esperanto,� 15�16.

74. Ibid., 21.

75. �There Are Flaws in Esperanto,� New York Times, 29 Dec. 1907, in Becker, Esperanto, 62.

76. James G. Ravin, �Albert Einstein and His Mentor Max Talmey,� Documenta Ophthalmologica 94 (1997): 1�17.

77. �Gloro,� Time, 5 Apr. 1937, http://ial.wikia.com/wiki/Arulo, accessed 13 Feb. 2014.

78. �New York �Esperanto� Society,� Amerika Esperantisto 4 no. 6 (1909): 142.

79. Ibid., 144.

80. �Electronic Wonders Show at Garden,� New York Times, 4 Oct. 1908, in Becker, Esperanto, 114.

81. �Esperanto for Clayworkers,� Brick, 1 Mar. 1908, in Ralph Dumain, �The Autodidact Project,� http://www.autodidactproject.org/esperanto2010/baker-clay.html, accessed 9

Nov. 2009.

82. �Esperanto Tried at Normal Col ege,� New York Times, 3 Dec. 1907, in Becker, Esperanto, 61.

83. �Former Service Man Shot Dead by Nurse,� New York Times, 4 Jun. 1922, in Becker, Esperanto, 23.

84. Boulton, Zamenhof, 153.

85. Ibid., 154.

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117. Ibid., 108.

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126. Ibid., 35.

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128. Ibid., 12.

129. Ibid., 11.

130. Zhiping, Konciza Historio, 60.

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136. Lins, La Danĝera Lingvo, 106.

137. Forster, The Esperanto Movement, 220.

138. Lins, La Danĝera Lingvo, 99, 97�98.

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140. Lins, La Danĝera Lingvo, 93, 94.

141. Richard Evans, The Third Reich at War (London: Penguin, 2008), 171.

142. Lins, La Danĝera Lingvo, 107.

143. Ibid., 110, 111.

144. Ibid., 124�25.

145. Ibid., 127.

146. Esperanto Revuo, no. 10 (Oct. 1934): 161.

147. �Nia Misio,� Esperanto Revuo, no. 12 (Dec. 1934): 3, 2.

148. Zofia Banet-Fornalowa, La Familio Zamenhof (La Chaux-de-Fonds: Kooperativo de Literatura Foiro, 2000), 73.

149. Ibid., 75.

150. Wendy Hel er, Lidia: Life of Lidia Zamenhof, Daughter of Esperanto (Oxford, UK: George Ronald, 1985) 59.

151. Ibid., 39.

152. Ibid., 71.

153. Ibid., 38.

154. Ibid., 39.

155. Ibid., 77.

156. Ibid., 86.

157. Quoted in Susannah Heschel, �German-Jewish Scholarship on Islam as a Tool for De-Orientalizing Judaism,� New German Critique, no.117 (2012): 101.

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161. Ibid., 145.

162. Ibid., 163, 164�65.

163. Ibid., 168, 178.

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165. Ibid., 158.

166. Ibid., 181, 158, 181.

167. Ibid., 183.

168. Ibid., 190.

169. Ibid., 206, 209.

170. Lins, La Danĝera Lingvo, 299, 301, 284.

171. Ibid., 395.

172. Ibid., 384.

173. Borsboom, Vivo, 155.

174. Eileen Shaughnessy to Nora Myles, 3 or 10 Nov. 1936, in George Orwel , Orwel : A Life in Letters, ed. Peter Davison (London: Harvil Secker, 2010), 66.

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176. Hel er, Lidia, 224, 226, 224.

177. Ibid., 227.

178. Roman Dobrzy�ski, La Zamenhof-Strato (Varpas: Kaunas, 2005), 25.

179. Lins, La Danĝera Lingvo, 124.

180. Ibid.

181. Dobrzy�ski, La Zamenhof-Strato, 50.

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31. Lins, Utila Estas Aliĝo, 89.

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33. Lins, Utilo Estas Aliĝo, 92.

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36. Ibid., 96.

37. Forster, The Esperanto Movement, 245.

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41. Ibid., 98.

42. Lapenna, Hamburgo en Retrospektivo, 93.

43. Ibid., 94.

44. Humphrey Tonkin interview, 27 Aug. 2007.

45. Lapenna, Hamburgo en Retrospektivo, 98.

46. Tony Judt, Postwar: A History of Europe Since 1945 (New York: Penguin, 2005), 192.

47. Humphrey Tonkin interview, 17 Oct. 2010.

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50. �La �Juda Demando,�� Kio ne estas Malpermesita.�� Ibid.

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54. C.-L. De Ferrer, �Konsiloj al niaj Koleginoj,� Virina Bulteno no. 2, Jan. 1912 [20 Dec. 1911], 3.

55. �Egaleco de Salajroj,� Virina Bulteno no. 1, [3] Jun. 1911, 2.

56. �La Laboro de la Virinoj,� Virina Bulteno no. 3, [15] Apr. 1912, 1.

57. E. Herzog, �Indianaj Stataj Oficinistoj,� Virina Bulteno no. 3, [15] Apr. 1912, 1.

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63. Lins, La Danĝera Lingvo, 107.

64. Esperanto, 29 (1933): 151.

65. Sekso kaj Egaleco no. 4 Oct (1980)15�16.

66. Anna [Brennan] L�wenstein, �Sekso Kaj Egaleco: Feminisme Remerori,� Femina no. 13

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67. Ibid., 15.

68. Sekso kaj Egaleco no. 1 (1980): 10.

69. Anna L�wenstein, �Diskriminacio Kontraŭ Virinoj,� Kongresa Libro 65a Universala Kongreso (Stockholm: Loka Kongresa Komitato, 1980), 43.

70. Sekso kaj Egaleco no. 5 (1981): 23.

71. Sekso kaj Egaleco no. 16 (1988): 8�9.

72. Sekso kaj Egaleco no. 1 (1980): 11.

73. Sekso kaj Egaleco no. 3 (1980): 5.

74. Ibid., 8.

75. Sekso kaj Egaleco no. 4 (1980): 7, 8, 9.

76. Ibid., 11.

77. Sekso kaj Egaleco no. 11 (1985): 18, 18�19.

78. Ibid., 6.

79. Sekso kaj Egaleco no. 16 (1988): 1.

80. Eliza Kehlet interview, 20 Dec. 2013.

81. Sekso kaj Egaleco no.15 (1987): 1, 3.

82. Sekso kaj Egaleco no. 3 (1980), 6.

83. �Inaŭgura Parolado de D-ro John C. Wel s,� Esperanto 73 (1980): 146.

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87. L. L. Zamenhof to [Abram] Kofman, 28 May 1901, Mi Estas Homo, 97.

88. Humphrey Tonkin, �Ideoj Kiuj Restas Freŝaj,� Kongresa Libro 72a Universala Kongreso de Esperanto (Rotterdam, Universala Esperanto-Asocio, 1987), 18.

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103. Ibid., 373.

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1. Quoted in Korĵenko, Homarano, 128.

2. Boulton, Zamenhof, trans. Boulton, 79.

3. Michael Walzer, Politics and Passion: Toward a More Egalitarian Liberalism (New Haven, CT: Yale University Press, 2004), 3.

4. Ibid., 7, 10, 140.

5. Quoted by Humphrey Tonkin and Mark Fettes, �Esperantic Studies and Language Management in a Globalized World� presentation, �Multidisciplinary Approaches in

Language Policy and Planning,� University of Calgary, 5 Sep. 2013.

6. Jorge Camacho, �La Esperanta Malpopolo,� in Blanke, La Arto Labori Kune, 522, 524, 526.

7. Charles Taylor, �Cross-Purposes: The Liberal-Communitarian Debate,� in Derek Matravers and Jon Pike, Debates in Contemporary Political Philosophy: An Anthology (New York:

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ABC de Amo (ABC of Love)

�Abdu�l-Bah�. See Effendi, �Abb�s

Abramovitch, Sholem Yankel

Adam, Eugène Aristide Alfred (Lanti)

background of

death of

endorsement of neologisms

health of

marriages of

move from France

photograph of

press release on �suicide� of

pseudonyms of

SAT and

on Stalin

visit to the Soviet Union

Advancement and Proficience of Learning, The (Bacon)

African Americans

�After the Great War� (Zamenhof)

Aggressor program

Ahad Ha�am

Akademio de Esperanto

Alden, Wil iam L.

Alexander II

Al gemeiner Deutscher Sprachverein

Alto Para�so

Amerika Esperantisto

Anderson, Frank W.

Angulo, Juli�n Hern�ndez

Anschluss

anti-Semitism

during Bia�ystok Congress

of Boulogne Congress Committee

Esperantist press and

impact on young Soviet Esperantists

as motivation for creation of Esperanto

in Pale of Settlement in 1905

philo-Semitism vs.

Arab Spring

Ari, Valerio. See Silfer, Giorgio

Army, U.S.

Arnzt, Gerd

Ars Magna (Llul )

Arulo (Auxiliary Rational Universal Language)

Asian Americans

assimilation

Auld, Wil iam

Auto-Emancipation (Pinsker)

Babel story

Bacon, Francis

Baghy, Julio (Gyula)

Bah�� faith

Bah�u�l �h (Husayn-�Al�)

Baker, Arthur Brooks

Bal�, Peter (Petro)

Banet-Fornalowa, Zofia

Bartholdt, Richard

Bastien, Louis

Baudouin de Courtenay, Jan

Beaufront, Louis de

as anti-Dreyfus

background of

criticism of Dogmoj de Hilelismo

death of

photograph of

role in French Esperanto movement

support of Ido

Beck, Cave

Becker, Ulrich

Behrendt, Arnold

Beijing Universal Congress of 1986

Beijing Universal Congress of 2004

Beletra Almanako

Bel , Alexander Graham

Bel , Alexander Melvil e

Belmont, Leo

Ben-Yehuda, Eliezer

B�rard, L�on

Berend, Ivan

Bergson, Henri

Bern Universal Congress of 1947

Bernard, Heinz

Berthelot, Paul

Bia�ystok Universal Congress of 2009

activist groups at

anti-Semitic attacks during

discussions and lectures at

opening ceremony of

trip to Tykocin during

Biltoft, Carolyn

Binglin, Zhang

Bishop, Elizabeth

Blair, Eric (George Orwel )

Blanke, Detlev

Blonstein, Neil

Boehme, Jacob

Boirac, �mile

Bona Espero

children at

construction projects at

farming at

founding of

future of

goals of

misconceptions about

photographs of

as a place of pilgrimage

scandals at

staff at

targeting of Grattapaglias through

Bona Espero (Dobrzy�ski)

Borel, Marie

Borovko, Nikolai

Borsboom, E. (Ed)

Boston Herald

Boulogne Universal Congress of 1905

Boulton, Marjorie

Bourlet, Carlo

Bowker, Gordon

Brazil

abuse of children in

Bona Espero in (see Bona Espero)

Esperanto and spiritism in

Brennan, Anna. See L�wenstein, Anna (Brennan)

Brewer, Steve

Britain�s Gay and Lesbian Humanist Association

Bronstejn, Mikaelo

Buarque, Cristovam

Budapest Universal Congress of 1983

Bul er, Osmo

Camacho, Jorge

Cambridge Universal Congress of 1907

Cart, Th�ophile

Casini, Brunetto

Caspry, Pepita de

Castro, Fidel

Cecil, Robert

CED. See Center for Research and Documentation on World Language Problems

Centassi, Rene

Center for Research and Documentation on World Language Problems (CED)

Chevreux, Louis Eugène Albert. See Beaufront, Louis de

China

Chmielik, Tomasz

Christen, A.

Civito. See Esperanto Civito

Clark, W. J.

climate change

Colbert, Stephen

Cold War, Esperanto movement during

Cologne Universal Congress of 1933

Comintern

Commission on Women�s Action (KVA)

conjunctions in Esperanto

Connor, Doris

Connor, George Alan

Copenhagen Universal Congress of 1974

correlatives, system of

Corsetti, Renato

as an Esperantist

on anti-Semitic attacks during Bia�ystok congress

on Esperanto in 2087

at International Youth Conference

photograph of

country names in Esperanto, formation of

Couturat, Louis

Cox, George

Croatian Esperanto League

Cromwel , Oliver

Cu Chi tunnels

Cuba

Esperanto in

Havana Congress of 1990 in

Havana Congress of 2010 in

health of citizens of

Cuba Esperanto Association (KEA)

Culbert, Sidney

Cwik, Michael

Czerniak�w, Adam

Czerwinski, Abilio

Dancu, Marionetoj (Dance, Marionettes) (Baghy)

Danĝera Lingvo, La (Lins)

Danning, Peter

Dasgupta, Manashi

Dasgupta, Probal

de Kock, Edwin

de Wahl, Edgar

Declaration of Boulogne

Declaration of Tyres�

Delegation for the Adoption of an International Auxiliary Language

Department of Defense

Destutt de Tracy, Antoine

Dinwoodie, John Sharp

discrimination

Dobrzy�ski, Roman

on Bona Espero

Zamenhof Street

Dodge, Ernest

Dogmoj de Hilelismo (Dogmas of Hil elism) (Zamenhof)

Dombrovski, Alexander

Down and Out in Paris and London (Orwel )

Dr. Esperanto�s International Language, Introduction & Complete Grammar (Geoghegan)

Dreyfus, Alfred

Drezen, Ernest

Dua Libro (Zamenhof)

Dumain, Ralph

Duolingo website

EANA (Esperanto Association of North America)

�Ebrio� (Auld)

Eby, Samuel

Eco, Umberto

Effendi, �Abb�s

Egipta Esperanto-Asocio (EEA)

Egypt

E@I

Einstein, Albert

ELI. See Esperanto League of Israel (ELI)

ELNA (Esperanto League of North America)

Enderby, Kep

environmentalism

Epistle to the Hebrews (Lazarus)

Eroshenko, Vasili

Ertl, Istv�n

Esperanta Antologio

Esperantista Laboristo

Esperantisto, La

Esperantists

bifurcation in

brutality of totalitarian regimes toward

during Cold War

in Eastern Europe after Cold War

in France

Garv�a on

Ido schism between

multiple identities of

in Nazi Germany

rejection of Zamenhof�s proposed reforms in 1894

SAT schism between

in Soviet Union

UEA schism between

Esperanto

Bah�� faith and

as belonging to users

in Brazil

in China

conferences in the 1920s to promote

creation of

in Cuba

Dua Libro (Second Book) on

entry submitted to delegation on

as essential y political

as Eurocentric

factors in difficulty of

feminists among

gay membership among

geographical reach by end of World War I

Hil elism and

in Iran

in Japan

League of Nations� interest in

myths about

Nazi case against

number of people speaking

in Pakistan

poets as enhancing

SAT schism�s revitalization of

slang

Solzbacher on

in the Soviet Union

struggle for Zamenhof to keep alive

study of. See also North American Summer Esperanto Institute (NASK)

in 2087

in the United States

Unua Libro (First Book) on

U.S. Army�s use of

in Vietnam

Zamenhof on role in politics for

Zamenhof�s purpose in invention of

Zamenhof�s refusal for comprehensive reform of

Zamenhof�s relinquishment of leadership of

Esperanto Civito

Esperanto (Department of Defense)

Esperanto (magazine)

Esperanto (Richardson)

Esperanto, Doktoro. See Zamenhof, Ludovik Lazarus

Esperanto, La Praktiko, Pola Esperantisto (Lidia Zamenhof)

Esperanto Association of North America (EANA)

Esperanto Duolingo website

Esperanto Language Committee

Esperanto League of Israel (ELI)

Esperanto League of North America (ELNA)

Esperanto Ligilo

Esperanto Movement for World Peace (MEM)

Esperanto Radical Association

Esperanto Revuo

Esperanto Table

Esperantujo

fraternity in

Ido schism and

Internet and

Manifesto of Rauma on identity crisis in

Zamenhof on

Essay Concerning Human Understanding (Locke)

Essay Towards a Real Character and a Philosophical Language (Wilkins)

Essence and Future of an International Language, The (Zamenhof)

ethnocentrism of mainstream movement

Eurocentrism of Esperanto

Facebook

Femina

feminism

class blindness and complacency and

ethnocentrism of mainstream movement

in Nazi policy and

second-wave

struggle for suffrage

use of Esperanto

women in the workforce

Ferrer, C. L.

Fettes, Mark

fina venko (final victory)

Hiroko on

Lowenstein on

Regev on

utopianism myth and

Flourens, Jeanne

�Foirismo� (Camacho)

For la Neutralismon (Away with Neutrality) (Adam [Lanti])

Forster, E. M.

Forster, Peter

France

Boulogne Universal Congress of 1905 in

Esperanto movement in

language during Napoleonic period

Francis, John

�Fraternity� (Margalit)

fraternity in Esperantujo

Fredo (Adam [Lanti])

French Academy of Sciences

French Enlightenment

Garcia, Arnoldo

Garden of Eden

Garv�a, Roberto

gay Esperantists

GEA

Genesis

Geneva Accords of 1954

Geneva Universal Congress of 1906

Geneva Universal Congress of 1925

Geoghegan, Richard

German Esperanto Association (GEA)

German Labor Esperanto Association (GLEA)

Germany, Nazi

Gestapo

Ginsberg, Asher Hirsch. See Ahad Ha�am

Gloro (Gloto Racionoza, rational language)

Goebbels, Joseph

Golden, Bernard

Goldziher, Ign�c

Goncharov, Anatolo

Goodal , Grant

Google Translate

Gordin, Michael

Gordon, Judah Leib

Goskind, Moshe

Goskind, Saul

Grabowski, Antoni

grammar

Gramsci, Antonio

Grattapaglia, Giuseppe

at Bia�ystok Congress

Bona Espero scandals and

on children at Bona Espero

on construction projects at Bona Espero

Esperantist background of

move to Bona Espero

photograph of

scapegoating of

on sons

story of sow, Carla, and

on Ursula Grattapaglia

Grattapaglia, Ursula

on attraction of Esperanto

background of

at Bia�ystok Congress

Bona Espero scandals and

on children at Bona Espero

as a finavenkistino

on future of Esperanto

Giuseppe Grattapaglia on

interactions with students

move to Bona Espero

photograph of

scapegoating of

on sons

�gray jumpsuit� myth

Green, Sam

Gul iver�s Travels (Swift)

Guomintang

Hachette

Hai Ly, Lai Ty

Haifa

Hamburg Universal Congress of 1974

Hamburgo en Retrospektivo (Hamburg in Retrospect) (Lapenna)

Hamlet (Shakespeare)

Handzlik, Georgo (Jerzy)

Hanoi

Harlow, Donald

Harmon, Wil iam

Hart, Tatiana

Harvey, George Brinton McClel an

Havana Universal Congress of 1990

Havana Universal Congress of 2010

Hays Code

Hebrew

Hebrew Bible

Hel er, Wendy

Hel er, Wil iam

Helsinki Compromise

Henkel, Marie

Herder, Johann Gottfried

Herezulo (The Heretic)

Heroldo de Esperanto

Herz, Alice

Herzl, Theodore

Herzog, Emma

Heschel, Susannah

Heydrich, Reinhard

Hibbat Zion (Lovers of Zion) movement

Hidden Life of Zamenhof, The (Maimon)

Hil elism

Esperanto and

as the interna ideo

Raumists and

Zamenhof�s attempt to rebrand

Zamenhof�s plans to introduce, at Universal Congresses

Zamenhof�s publications on

Hil elism (Zamenhof)

Himmler, Heinrich

Hitler, Adolf

Ho, Chi Minh

Hodler, Ferdinand

Hodler, Hector

Homaranismo

as the interna ideo

as a �neutral-human� community

publication of revision of

as schooling the Esperantujo

Zamenhof on interna ideo of Esperanto vs.

Zamenhof�s attempt to rebrand Hil elism as

Zamenhof�s desire for translation and publication of

Horizonto

House UnAmerican Activities Committee (HUAC)

H�veler, Herbert F.

Hue

Humboldt, Wilhelm von

Hungara Antologio

Hungary

Hunt, Theodore W.

ICIC (International Committee on Intel ectual Cooperation)

Ido

IEL (International Esperanto League)

Indochina War

Insurgency magazine

interna ideo (inner idea)

as al owing for competing visions of movement

Bah�� faith and

Corsetti on

future evolution of

Hil elism as

Homaranism vs.

Lapenna�s redefining of

Manifesto of Prague and

Manifesto of Rauma on

Neumann on

Silfer on reframing of

Zamenhof on

International Bah�� Bureau

International Committee on Intel ectual Cooperation (ICIC)

International Congress University (IKU)

International Council of Women in Vienna

International Esperanto League (IEL)

International Youth Conference (IJK)

Internet

Ionesov, Anatoly

Iran

Isaac, Nassif

ISIS

Isotypes

Israeli Esperantist League (IEL)

Italy

Iznik

Izquierdo, Francisco Azor�n

Izvestia

Jakob, Hans

Jansen, Wim

Japan

Japan Esperanto Association (JEA)

Japanese Esperanto Institute (JEI)

Jasinowski, Israel

Javal, Louis �mile

JEA (Japan Esperanto Association)

JEI (Japanese Esperanto Institute)

Jerusalem

Esperanto�s presence in

Lidia�s pilgrimage to

Jespersen, Otto

Jewish Chronicle

Jewish communities

Goskinds� films of life in six Polish cities

in Pale of Settlement

role of Esperanto in

in Tykocin during World War II

of Warsaw

Jewish identity of Zamenhof

as an explicit theme for discussion in 1959

Boulogne Congress Committee�s �handling� of

Raumists and

repercussions at Krak�w Congress about

Jewish Sentinel

Jewish State, The (Herzl)

Jones, Mabel Wagnal s

Jordan, David K.

Judaism

Judt, Tony

Jugoslavia Esperanto-Ligo

Juki, Ozawa

Juna Esperantisto (Young Esperantist)

Jung, Teo

Kalinin, Mikhail

Kalmar, Edward

Kalocsay, K�lm�n

Kaminska, Ester Rachel

Kancer-Kliniko, La (The Cancer Clinic)

Kangas, Andrew

Kanzi, Ito

Kardec, Al an

KEA (Cuba Esperanto Association)

Kehlet, Eliza

Kel er, Helen

Khomeini, Ruhol ah

Kiel akvo de l�rivero (Like River Water) (Schwartz)

Kiselman, Christer

Klotts, Diana

Kniivil�, Kal e

Knja�inska-Lapenna, Ljuba

Koffi, Gbeglo

Kolker, Boris

K�ln Universal Congress of 1933

Kontakto

Korĵenkov, Aleksander

Krak�w Universal Congress of 1912

Kruka, Josephine

Kulturo de Amo

KVA (Commission on Women�s Action)

Kvaropo (Auld, Rossetti, Dinwoodie, and Francis)

Kvitner

Laanest, Lembe

Lang, Sonja

language

after Babel

before Babel

divisions in Bia�ystok created by

in early modern period

as essential for fel owship and solidarity

in late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries

Manifesto of Prague and

during Napoleonic period

philosophical language projects