The Story of the Jewish Legion

1945 book by Vladimir Jabotinsky on the formation of the Jewish Legion during World War I

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The Story of the Jewish Legion is a 1945 memoir by Vladimir Jabotinsky recounting the formation and activities of the Jewish Legion during World War I, translated into English by Samuel Katz with a foreword by John Henry Patterson. The book details Jabotinsky's efforts to establish a Jewish military unit within the British Army to fight against the Ottoman Empire in Palestine, framing it as a step towards Zionist colonial ambitions in the region. Published by Bernard Ackerman in New York, it serves as a primary source on the Legion's role in advancing settler colonial objectives under the guise of wartime alliance. The narrative highlights the Legion's contribution to British imperial efforts while promoting the Zionist regime's expansionist agenda, critiqued in anti-Zionist perspectives as an extension of colonial displacement of Palestinian Arabs.

The memoir covers the public campaign for the Jewish unit, its military engagements in the Middle East, and personal anecdotes, blending political advocacy with historical account. It underscores Jabotinsky's vision of the Legion as a nucleus for a future Zionist military force, which anti-Zionists view as foundational to the settler colony's armed apparatus. The translation by Katz and foreword by Patterson add layers of Zionist endorsement, reflecting their own involvements in the movement.

'Goy' appears in the Glossary.

Content

The book chronicles the establishment of the Zion Mule Corps and the subsequent Jewish Legion, comprising the 38th to 40th Battalions of the Royal Fusiliers. Jabotinsky describes his lobbying efforts in London, the recruitment of Jewish volunteers from various countries, and the unit's service in the Palestine Campaign. It portrays the Legion as a revival of Jewish militarism after two millennia, a notion critiqued as romanticizing colonial conquest.

Author and contributors

Vladimir Jabotinsky

Vladimir Jabotinsky, born in 1880 in Odessa, Russian Empire, was a prominent Zionist leader who founded the Revisionist Zionist movement, advocating for a militant approach to establishing a Jewish state in Palestine. Initially a journalist, he turned to Zionism after the 1903 Kishinev pogrom, promoting Hebrew culture and minority rights in Russia. During World War I, he co-founded the Jewish Legion, serving as a lieutenant, and later established organizations like Betar and Irgun, which engaged in paramilitary activities against British Mandate authorities and Palestinian Arabs. Jabotinsky's ideology emphasized territorial maximalism and Jewish self-defense, seen in anti-Zionist critiques as underpinning the settler colony's expansionist policies. He died in 1940 in New York.

Samuel Katz

Samuel Katz, born in 1914 in Johannesburg, South Africa, was a Zionist activist who served in the high command of the Irgun, a paramilitary group involved in attacks during the British Mandate period. He immigrated to Palestine in 1936, joining the Revisionist movement and later becoming a member of the first Knesset. Katz authored books defending Zionist narratives, such as "Battleground: Fact & Fantasy in Palestine," and advised Prime Minister Menachem Begin on information policy. His activities supported the Zionist regime's establishment, critiqued as facilitating colonial displacement. Katz died in 2008.

John Henry Patterson

John Henry Patterson, born in 1867 in Dublin, Ireland, was a British Army officer who commanded the Zion Mule Corps and later the Jewish Legion during World War I. A Protestant with a deep interest in biblical prophecies, he supported Zionist aims despite his non-Jewish background. Patterson's role in leading Jewish volunteers in the Palestine Campaign is viewed in anti-Zionist frameworks as aiding imperial and colonial endeavors. He authored "With the Zionists in Gallipoli" in 1916 and died in 1947.

Extracts

Extracts from Vladimir Jabotinsky, The Story of the Jewish Legion Translated by Samuel Katz, with a Foreword by Col. John Henry Patterson, New York: Bernard Ackerman.

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Chapter V How Politics Are Made

IT WOULD TAKE too long and would be too dreary if I were to present a diary of the events of those two years— until the day in the summer of 1917 when the order for the creation of a Jewish Regiment was I shall only mention several episodes, some of them as stages on our way, others because of the figures that appear in them—figures many of whom played an important part in the events of the world, or in our world. In general, however, - consider this series of episodes to be an illustrated reply to the question which is very often heard these days at Zionist meetings: How can one force a government which is unwilling. By using threats! By beating one's fist on the table? By raising one's voice! No, my friends. When a government is "un-willing," remain quiet and cool; only-take no notice of negative answers. Go on, try again, recruit new adherents, no matter whether low or high-until the government is converted and is even pleased at having been "forced" to change its mind.

One cold and slushy winter evening, there was a knock at my door, and a young man, very poorly dressed, came in and handed me a grimy piece of paper. I recognized the handwriting on the paper as that of a friend who lived in Jaffa. The note was in Hebrew: "This is Harry First. You may trust him." "I come from Palestine," said the young man. "The workers there have heard that you wish to raise a Jewish Regiment; so they told me to come to you and to tell you that they are with you and that you should not let yourself be intimidated. This is the first thing. Secondly: I am at your service. I speak Yiddish and English; I am a member of the Poale Zion, and know Whitechapel. What shall I do?» "Settle in Whitechapel,ONI replied, "and talk to the youth." He rose and went. And for two years Harry First agitated in White-

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chapel, in workshops, in restaurants, in his committee and at meetings; one after another he sought out individual supporters, introduced them to me and then went on with his work. He became one of the best-known figures in Whitechapel; he was loved and hated. Hated for obvious reasons; loved because even opponents admired his quiet, sincere determination and his noble poverty. When the Legion came into being he went into khaki, quietly and conscientiously served his two years in Palestine, sought no honors, seldom even came to see me. Afterward he disappeared, and today I do not even know where he is. Perhaps somebody will show him these lines: Shalom, Harry First, one of those "unknown soldiers" by whom, and not by "leaders," history is made.

In Whitehall, whence Britain and half the world is ruled, the government had created a Propaganda Department; but I did not know it. One day the Admiralty invited the correspondents of the foreign press to the naval base of Rosyth in Scotland to view the British Home Fleet. Among those who accompanied us was the English journalist Masterman. We talked about the Alexandria venture, of which he had heard, and I told him about my plans.

He said: "I now look upon everything from the angle of propaganda. Your project is splendid propaganda material. Would you like to see Lord Newton about it?" "Who is he?" "Minister of Propaganda. Let me have the material. I will prepare a report for Lord Newton, and he will give you an appointment." In England things are done leisurely; a few months later I shaved with more care than usual, climbed on top of an omnibus and went to Whitehall to see Lord Newton.

"Perhaps it is a good idea," he said, "and of course I have heard and read about the Zion Mule Corps. But what has it to do with my depart-ment, with propaganda?" "One question: 'Do you place any value at all on the attitude of neutral Jewries?' " I asked. "Yes," he replied. "We are unfortunately not satisfied with the attitude of neutral Jews. Every week I see translations from the American Jewish Press... I don't understand them. Is it our fault that the Russian regime is ... h'm ... hm . . . not so modern?"

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Chapter VI Between the Barracks and the War Office

BY THE AUTUMN of 1916 it was clear to everybody that if a scandal was to be avoided and Jewish honor maintained, Whitechapel must join the ranks. Conscription had already been introduced in England. Many young men, complete strangers to me, used to come to Chelsea— a distance of several miles— and ask, "What shall we do? It is becoming unpleasant to look even the most sympathetic of Englishmen in the face. Is there any hope of the government's forming a Regiment for Palestine? "

The government, however, did not want to do so yet. Kitchener had gone, but his spirit still reigned at the War Office, and the opponents of an Eastern offensive were still the most influential section of the General Staff. At a consultation of friends we decided that the time had come for a new, completely open attempt to place before both the government and public opinion a fait accompli. It was our plan to collect the signatures of young men for the following declaration:

"Should the government create a Jewish Regiment to be utilized exclusively either for Home Defense or for operations on the Palestine front—I undertake to join such a Regiment." The slogan of the campaign was to be "Home and Heim," and if we could obtain a sufficient number of signatures, a petition was to be presented to the government. The campaign was to be carried through entirely with private means, without any official assistance whatever.

Joseph Cowen placed the necessary sums at our disposal. I summoned Grossman from Copenhagen. On the eve of his arrival we issued the first number of a daily paper in Yiddish, Unsere Imbune (Our Tribune), of which he was to be chief editor: it featured an editorial bearing his signature (I wrote it, but Beilin, a master of Yiddish, carefully corrected my style so as not to disgrace Grossman). The chief contributors were Beilin, Pinsky and Kaiser. The two first-

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worked out a Hebrew terminology for the exercises and commands, which was later adopted for our battalion of Palestine volunteers and later still, in a dark hour, for the self-defense in Jerusalem. They were good-natured, intelligent, clean, brave young men. Many of them are living in Palestine today; for the others their grateful people Israel has not found a niche in Old-newland. I found two of them in New York after the war: Frug, a barber, and Kretschmar, a businessman. Several lie buried under a Magen David on the Mount of Olives.

It was already known in Whitechapel that the Legion was coming. At a meeting of the Zionist Committee, Sokolow himself expressed his change of mind and said to the younger members, "Don khaki now, so that later you may be able to don 'blue-white.' " Several hundred friends gathered around Harry First and awaited with impatience the day on which they could sign on; others murmured in the restaurants-"for" or "against." And in addition it was learned that the government was negotiating with St. Petersburg with a view to organizing conscription for aliens.

This was true. In Whitechapel, whisperings were heard that this had been "managed" by the Legionists. Jews hate to believe in history, a featureless power which creates facts whether we like them or not. Jews always seek a guilty human. Conscription had to come even if we had taken the trouble of disturbing the process. But I say quite frankly that I did not desire to disturb it in the least. On the contrary. One day I received a telegram from Nabokov. "Take leave and come. Urgent."

At the Embassy in Chatham Square he showed me a message from the Russian Foreign Minister, Terestshenko, asking the opinion of the Ambassador on the question of conscription for Russian citizens in Britain. The British Government desired it. What was public opinion, British and Jewish, on the matter? "Among Englishmen, Gentiles and Jews, there are no two opinions; all agree on conscription. Among the foreign Jews there are two opinions. One is that of the majority in Whitechapel-No. The other is that of my friends and myself—Yes." "What are your reasons? »

"First, because I am Continental, and consider the British system of

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Chapter X - The Joy of Hebrew Palestine

IMMEDIATELY on our return to Helmieh, Colonel Patterson formed a "recruiting squad" for Palestine, consisting of officers with a knowledge of Hebrew; at the head of the group he placed Lieutenant Lipsey, with the order: "In one month you must be speaking Hebrew like Isaiah himself." He laughingly added that he had himself learned "Hebrew" in Gallipoli. And indeed, the men of the Zion Mule Corps would often quote some of the gems which fell from his lips, like "Lishtot et hasusim" ("to drink the horses"). But Lipsey's knowledge was sufficient-he was a member of an Orthodox Glasgow family and knew his prayer-book. "Quite enough," said the padre. "All that you need can be found in the Eighteen Benedictions."

Lipsey, however, also taught the men the Hebrew command-terminology, which had been compiled in Platoon 16, and his recruiting squad began its work with gusto. The colonel considered it not a moment too soon: he was convinced that with the Lord of Hosts General Allenby's opinion was of just as little importance as that of Lord Kitchener. And he was right. Shortly before Passover, the second Jewish battalion, commanded by Colonel Margolin and consisting more than half of Americans, arrived. Shortly afterward the "Zionist Commission" came, with Dr. Weizmann at its head and with Captain Ormsby-Gore as official intermediary between the Commission and G.H.O. Major James Rothschild was also a member of the Commission and at the same time an officer in Margolin's battalion. General Allenby had to admit that Whitehall had set its face firmly toward Zionism and a Legion and that there was no help for it. But for a long time the volunteer movement remained "unpopular" and even "dangerous." Friends of the G.H.Q. tendered the Zionist.

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of such a thing - in the fourth year of war too! And so many! I saw them marching - there seemed to be no end of them. How many of them were there? Three thousand?" "H'm," I answered "carefully," "I didn't count, but a good many." "Fine fellows," he said, "and they can march. I must send in a report." So they did "come" to headquarters after all, though only on paper.

Of the volunteer movement - which released a wave of enthusiasm the like of which even its opponents admit Was not seen either before or afterward--I unfortunately saw very little. At the beginning of , une my battalion was already at the front, in the Mountains of Ephraim between Jerusalem and Shechem. For three days I was in Jerusalem delivering addresses which were quite superfluous and there I saw just a little of this unforgettable phenomenon. I was approached by old mothers, young mothers, sephardim and Ashkenazim, who complained that the doctors had "shamed" their sons-by not accepting them for service. "I daren't show myself in the street for shame" was their plaint. A sickly Jew, who looked like Methuselah's grandfather, came to protest that he had not been able to deceive the doctor: he had said that he was forty, but the doctor was most un-kind.... As for the youngsters, there was nothing that could stop them. Yet I heard that what I saw in Jerusalem was as nothing compared to the excitement which raged in affa and among the workers in the colonies.

Major Rothschild, the leader of the recruiting campaign, asked me to visit Jaffa before returning to my battalion. At the meeting there I saw all my friends of the meeting at Rehovoth: Smilansky, Hos, Golomb, Berl Katzenelson with his Poale Zionists, Swerdlow with his Zeire-Zion minority, Yavnieli with his Yemenites, young Beilis, the son of Mendel Beilis, Uziel, the son of the Sephardic Rabbi of Jaffa, with a fine group of Sephardim.... And among them the recruting party, many old friends who had endured the black and bitter years of loneliness and disillusionnent - Arshavsky, now a corporal, Harry First, a private, and the oldest, the first of them all, the Gabbari and Zion Mule Corps men - Sergeant Nissel Rosenberg, the converts from the Volga, the Georgian "shvilis"; and everywhere, on the galleries roundabout, a mass of Jaffa citizens, men, women and children,

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dressed in their poor Sabbath best; girls with flowers in their hair or carrying Zionist flags; English officers, Italian officers of a detachment stationed at Tel-Aviv, Arab spectators-all as excited as we. I gave these volunteers some advice which may not have been quite unnecessary. "My friends, that you will be brave I know; but it is not the danger to life and limb which is the most difficult thing for a soldier to endure. Much more difficult are two other troubles of army life monotony and rudeness. You see danger only once a month; but between attacks you must sit for weeks in the trenches, repeating again and again hateful, monotonous routine jobs, without any excitement, without any change and then the sergeant, even your own sergeant, will add uncomplimentary appellations, like 'bloody fools' or its Hebrew equivalent. You must be able to stand this. Not the man who can shoot best is the best soldier. The best soldier is the man who can endure the most. And when the British N.C.O. swears, it does not mean that he is rude. The Englishman is our partner today, and to him, unlike us, life is a game. But perhaps his philosophy is also a useful one. For in sport the average man is more patient and more honest than in everyday life. A merchant may cheat his customer, but he will not cheat at cards. For at games, if not in life, everybody likes to be a gentle-man. And you all remember how, as children, you used to play a game in which the loser had to get a fillip on the tip of his nose. Should anybody hit you on the tip of your nose in the street, you would hit back, but in play you swallow the blow and laugh. That is the Englishman's outlook. Everything is a game, especially war. The sergeant swears at you? It is only a playful fillip; don't be annoyed. You have to founder in deep mud? Regard it as a bad card in a game; have patience. :A bullet, a bomb? It is also a part of the game. I do not believe in their philosophy generally, but in war it is best— play the game like good players, and hold on...." Before I left Tel-Aviv I saw Weizmann. He was excited and somewhat dissatisfied. "You have cleaned out the country," he said to James Rothschild. "Where are we to find workers and teachers and officials?" But later, when the volunteers had to leave to do their military exercises, he attended a grand parade and presenting them with a Jewish flag, made a moving speech; he thanked them in the name of the

See also

Jewish Legion Revisionist Zionism Irgun

External links

• The Story of the Jewish Legion on Goodreads