Tuesday, September 25, 2007

The strong, silent type

Last Saturday, Marcel Marceau died at the age of 84. Video somehow doesn't capture his magic, so it seems his lyricism is lost to the ages. But I thought I would post the following from his obit, just to silence, if you will, those who imagined that Monsieur Marceau's world view was anything but the toughest:

When the Nazis marched into eastern France, he fled with family members to the southwest and changed his last name to Marceau to hide his Jewish origins. With his brother Alain, Marceau became active in the French Resistance, altering children's identity cards by changing birth dates to trick the Nazis into thinking they were too young to be deported. Because he spoke English, he was recruited to be a liaison officer with Gen. George S. Patton's army.

His father was sent to the Auschwitz concentration camp in 1944.

"Yes, I cried for him," Marceau said. But he said he also thought of the others killed.

"Among those kids was maybe an Einstein, a Mozart, somebody who (would have) found a cancer drug," he told reporters in 2000. "That is why we have a great responsibility. Let us love one another."

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