ROST Magazine - English version
ROST no 89, July 2010

The beginning of the ordeal
Nicolae Margineanu
From the investigation
At the Malmaison I was stripped to the skin and two agents carefully checked my clothes, under the supervision of a third man who looked like he was the head of the arrest department.
- To the floor! he said after the end of the search.
I didn’t understand.
- On your hands and knees so I can check your ass hole, you jerk! said the chief of the arrest department. In order to reproduce the authentic scene and the place I found myself at, I am obliged to render his exact words. At the end, the one that searched me gave me a kick in the ass for his boss’s contentment.
They gave me back my clothes and, holding them in my arms, I was immediately taken to the cell. The room had 2 sq meters, a bunk bed, a table and a chair. The window above the door led towards the hallway. I put on my pants and my shirt and I laid on the bed. I felt troubled and exhausted. After a few minutes, the dept. chief – a hulk that looked more like an orangutan than a human being - opened the door.
- Already in bed,huh? Get dressed quickly! I didn’t bring you here so you can sleep.
- In the investigation room , sat at a long table, 4 serious faces were waiting for me. I told them “good evening” but they didn’t answer back.
- Sit, said a man from the middle, showing me a chair from the opposite table.
- When, where and by who were you hired as an American spying service agent?
- I don’t understand the purpose of this investigation, I answered. In America I was a science researcher at university as a scholar of the Rockefeller Foundation. Just like mister Bagdasar…
- Don’t pronounce professor Bagdasar’s name, you’ll dirty it. And don’t lie to us because we even know the milk you sucked in from your mother. Like we don’t know that the Rockefeller Foundation was actually a department of the Espionage. None other than professor Bagdasar told us this, but he was honest and when he came back he threw away those American gangsters, while you, you bastard, have betrayed until the very end, when we arrested you.
- Very well, then why didn’t you let the prime-minister Petru Groza know not to come to me for help?
His reply was a terrible slap on my face. The second day my left cheek was so swallowed that it covered part of my eye. The bastard was left-handed. Bad sign.
- With the prime minister I will have a talk tomorrow morning to report your crimes, and if you mention his name again I will immediately send you to the basement for you to receive your punishment. The slaps have only been a warning.
To my fortune, a robust gentleman around 50, entered the room so the investigators got up quickly and respectfully saluted him:
- At your service, sir general secretary!
- So, did he confess?- the newcomer asked
- Not yet, the investigator answered, but we will make sure he will. Our evidence is too strong for him to deny the facts.
- Then please tell them to me too, so I can prove their inaccuracy, I replied.
- You’re not the investigating officer here, said the investigator.
- Professor, said the newcomer, honestly confessing your guilt is in your own interest because it will considerably ease your punishment.
- What guilt, mister general secretary? Tell me, because I don’t know any, only my pledge for the integral return of Transilvania, solicited by the prime-minister Petru Groza which was successful and he assured me I have the gratitude of my country….
- I told you not to mention the prime minister’s name – the investigator repeated – addressing me rudely. You took advantage of him being a man of good faith …
- Is the prime minister a child?
- I’m telling you for the last time that you are not allowed to pose any questions…
After the general secretary made a sign to the investigator for him to keep quiet, he told me:
- Professor, we know all these, but you played a double game…
- With who, sir general secretary, for mister Berry and his deputy were the representatives of the state Department, not the espionage Service. Tell me when did a plenipotentiary minister employed espionage himself?
- Here you go again!- the investigator shouted, but the general secretary again made him a sign.
- Yes, but you won’t say either that America has spies in our country? - said the general secretary.
- Probably, maybe certainly, but I haven’t met one. I wonder even if the minister Berry knows, you know very well that secret agents are “secrets”, as their name says.
- But have you met American officers, or what is the job of Office II ?
- I have only met lieutenant colonel Hosler at a dinner in Shea’s house, the press counselor. I have only seen him once again when he visited the Resita Factories, accompanied by engineer Manciu, general secretary of the prime minister Gheorghe Gheorghiu-Dej…
- He is not any more, the investigator interrupted hastily. He’s here too and he admitted being a spy, saying he was even hired by you…
The general secretary again asked him to be silent. From the investigator’s indiscretion I realized that not only engineer Manciu, but also engineer Pop was arrested.
-This nonsense couldn’t have been said by Manciu, I stated, and back to lt. colonel Hosler, my conversation with him took place, in both cases, with unknown people around us. Minister Berry actually requested his assistants not to invite me when they had officers at dinner and to avoid any encounter between me and them.
- But why? - the investigator asked.
- Precisely to avoid suspicions, I answered.
- And why avoid?
- We studied at the same university, we both know some people, and, with the passage of time, beside respect, we also hold a feeling of friendship towards one another. It helped me with my pledge for the returning of Transilvania. And it also helped me obtain the agreement for the appointment of Ralea as minister at Washington, favor solicited also by the prime minister…
The investigator was incredibly mad that the general secretary allowed me to speak. He got up from the table and he walked around furious. Unfortunately for me, the general secretary seamed to know that a dialogue with rational arguments and real evidence won’t bring any good.
- I’m sorry, professor, that you don’t want to cooperate with us, this is why I came, he told me after a pause. You are a smart man. But, anyway, it’s your own business… you will confess in the end. I just wanted to help you.
After these words he got up and left, accompanied by the investigator. After a few minutes, the investigator came back, together with the arrest chief, who took me to the basement. Here, two men tied my hands, and between my knees and my hands they put a stick. They lifted me resting the stick on two pillars. My body was left in the air, my head down and my legs up. The arrest chief started hitting me against my bottom with a rubber stick, which had metal wire inside. In the emotional state I was, I didn’t fell much pain, but in the morning, when the investigation finished and I was left in the cell, I realized, much to my surprise, that my posterior was badly bruised. Even sadder the surprise when I saw I was urinating blood.
- So, have you gotten back to your senses? – said the investigator, obviously satisfied.
I kept quiet.
- Now tell us when and where you met Iuliu Maniu and what is your relationship with him, said the investigator somehow gentler.
After I finished, he mockingly said:
- Are you telling me that not even this mediocre traitor didn’t practice espionage? But he confessed it himself, which is why he is condemned.
- From what I read in the newspapers, I didn’t understand anything like this, I replied.
- So what, you mean to say he’s not a traitor?
- He was the supreme expression of democracy in our country, it says in the soviet Encyclopedia .
- Don’t pretend to be so smart, we know that too. You were all second-rate traitors, he affirmed satisfied of his words.
- And what did you do with the money from the Americans?
- I didn’t take any money from the Americans, but engineer Popp made a deposit at McDonald, mister Shea’s press deputy, 2500 $ for possible hard times. McDonald asked me to bring him some products from my village because you could hardly find them in Bucharest.Their equivalent in dollars was 50. I asked him to keep this small amount for the medicine or the lemon or orange juice for the children.
- And how can you prove this? – he asked.
- Whether you allow me to make a phone call, or you let me write him a note where I can ask him to return me “the 50$ he has from me.” Or you find another solution so you can prove the amount is correct.
- Let’s leave this matter aside. What did you do with the money from the Americans, because you took a lot of money.
- Then why did we only make a deposit for those small amounts?
- I told you that you have no right to pose any questions, but I can see you’re not comfortable, he said.
- The secret meeting between Lucretiu Patrascanu and minister Berry, when and where did it take place?
- I have no knowledge of any meeting between Patrascanu and Berry, I answered.
- Damn it, he knows nothing, but he got involved in everything – the investigator said - Turning towards the other three that hadn’t spoken a word until then. Listen where do you think you are?- he shouted at me. Do you think you can mock us? Get back to your senses, otherwise things will get worse. Patrascanu confessed this himself, and if you want we will bring him here so he can tell you himself that you are lying without shame. He’s here too.
- Please bring him. Patrascanu is an earnest man and he can’t speak nonsense.
Infuriated, he got up from the table and he started walking nervously. He made a call. The arrest chief arrived immediately.
- Take him and teach him another lesson because he doesn’t seem to get it.
While the men were tying me again, he also went down in the basement , taking the arrest chief at one side to tell him something. I expected worse. This time they hit my feet with a broom stick over the boot sole, which they made me put on before tying me. The beating was less painful, and, in order not to fell it anymore, I started to count the kicks. There have been 40. While those men were preparing to get me down, a vigorous man, almost 2 m high – he had assisted to the investigation, but only for a few short moments – asked them the rubber stick and he started hitting me furiously over my bottom side. After the seventh hit I fainted because of the pain, as he also hit my testicles. When I woke up I was soaked. They were throwing water at me with a bucket. The investigator was there too. I ascended the stairs of the corridor hold up by the two men.
From the trial
Two days before the trial I was taken to the War School. That was a surprise! I was taken in the same conditions as from the Ministry to the Court. Even by the same people. I passed through two soldiers columns, first at about 60-70 m from school, and the second one at 30-40 m. In front of the school there were other soldiers and, at the entrance, two young military magistrates who immediately came at the vehicle to take me. Very polite, they “invited” me to enter, taking me to the first study room in the right side, at the ground floor. The room was around 6/10 m. In the right hand corner there was a clean bed and in front of it there were a table and a chair. In the opposite corner there were two people, sited on the chairs. When we came in they got up, saluting.
- Here is the document of accusation, said one officer, showing the file on the table. The comrades – he added pointing to the two people in the opposite corner - represent the laborers. They were given the order to quietly sit on the chairs, so that they won’t disturb you.
I immediately opened the file. After the usual accusation introduction by the Bucharest Army Department, followed the list:
Ausnit Max
Bals Alexandru
Bujoiu Ion
Bontila George
Chioreanu Nistor
Gheorghiu Alex
Macelariu Horea
Manu George
Margineanu Nicolae
Patrascu Nicolae
Popp Alexandru
Teodorescu Eugen
Chioreanu, Gheorghiu and Teodorescu were completely unknown names to me. I only met admiral Macelariu and eng. Bals while arrested at the Ministry of Internal Affairs, as our rooms were next to each other. Engineer Bujoiu’s name, former minister of Industry, was familiar only from the newspapers. About Patrascu I knew he had been general secretary of the Legionary movement. About Gerge Manu’s name I found out in 1943 in Paris, reading about him on the cover of a book, his PhD Physics thesis, commented by our countrymen with praise. I knew Bontila when he was a manager at the Psychology Laboratory at the National Insurance House, but I hadn’t seen him since before the break out of the Second World War. I didn’t even know he had been arrested. People I knew and with who I collaborated, as a pshychotechnical counselor of the Resita Factories, were only Popp and Ausnit. But the second one was out of the country, as he was part of a government delegation. What does this mean? – I wondered.
I was even more amazed when, a few lines down, I read: “The accused Bals, Bujoru, Macelariu, Margineanu, organized a resistance committee from 1945, which became a committee of coordination of the subversive movement in 1947.”. Well, well – I said to myself, unwillingly laughing because I realized that “the great trial” will become eventually a “noisy comedy”. Paid, unfortunately, with the death of four of us : Bals, Bujoiu, Gheorghiu and Manu. Other two – Popp and Patrascu – will die shortly after the release.
The door opened and a grand colonel beckoned the two workers to exit and then, with proud pace he came towards me:
- I am colonel Stanciu; I am a military prosecutor. Are you satisfied with the lodging?
- The lodging is fine, but I am amazed by what I read on the first page. Both concerning the list of people that I don’t know, but even more because of this phrase where they say that I organized together with them a resistance committee in 1945, which, in 1947, would become the committee for coordinating the whole subversive movement. Just as I didn’t have the honor to have met you before I don’t know them either.
- Yes, engineer Bloju also told me that he doesn’t know you. There must be a mistake.
- I would like, however, to receive the file with these people’s statements, whose activity and names are unknown to me.
- Of course, you will receive it immediately.
After half hour, the meal arrived, brought from the restaurant, supposedly from Capsa. There were four courses, equally sophisticated and tasty with those at the court.
General Petrescu entered the room.
- Enjoy your meal, professor, he said. I told him what I had also told prosecutor Stanciu.
- Let’s see, professor. Anyhow, you won’t be accused of non-existent deeds. I will send you the file, as soon as Popp and Bujoiu finish reading it, as we only have two copies, the third one is being held by the prosecutors. Are you satisfied with the meal? It’s the same food we eat.
The members of the justice board have also been accommodated at the War School in order to avoid any attack against them. The next day, when I was taken to the toilet, I realized that, in the basement of the building there were other police solider companies. Taking advantage of the fact that his comrade had gone to the toilet, the worker stayed in the room and told me hastily :
- I am from Nasaud. I was with Maniu. Now that he is arrested, what to do, I had to join the communists, or else I would have lost my job and I have a wife and 3 children. There are 2 security regiments, they are afraid thet the Americans might come and steal you…
The next day, at noon, during lunch, my radiant lawyer came, an overnight teacher at the Law Faculty.
- I just came back from Paris. See the coat and the hat, brought from there. You have some exquisite food here! I can’t afford this luxury at home.
- You didn’t even eat the damn beans or barley or potato soup cooked by old John at the Ministry of Internal Affairs arrest, the one the one that is also a cleaner of hallways and toilets. Leave aside this matter and forget about this all. Beside Popp and Bontila I don’t know any of the other accused. I haven’t seen Bontila for almost 10 years so in the trial he is also unknown to me. I only know Popp…
- And Ausnit, he immediately added.
- Yes, but he is in America, as part of the government delegation…
- He hasn’t come back, he promptly replied.
- At this stage, right from the first page, they affirm that I organized a resistance committee with Bals, Bujoianu, Macelariu from 1945… What do you think about this? – I ask you for this reason to arise from the very beginning this absurdity, not only inaccuracy, that brings more clarity to the whole trial concerning the superficiality of the accusations brought against me…
- Professor, comrade – if I may – have no worries and leave everything to me; I will prepare a defense at the height of your science works that are in my books collection, some even on my desk…
- Anyway – I said, interrupting him – this is your business, but I ask you again to do as I say. Otherwise you oblige me to retire the mandate.
- I will do exactly as you wish, have no doubt, you will be satisfied.
- I didn’t receive the accusation file, though I insistently asked for it to prosecutor Stanciu and general Petrescu.
- I will go directly to comrade general Petrescu; I have the honor of knowing him very well. I will ask him to order immediately for the file to be sent and afterwards I will come back to discuss the whole defense, as I understand to proceed with it.
He didn’t come back the second time, despite my insistent requests sent through the magistrate on duty, that hardly came to my room, only after the fourth call of one of the so-called workers in the room.
The night before the trial I declared right after dinner that I refuse to attend the trial because I hadn’t read the accusations file. At 9 it was brought to me, and at 10, after 30 minutes, they took it away from me for the reason that I had to take a rest.
- There was nothing I could do. Professor, the magistrate on duty apologized. The file was taken by the other accused. So it’s not our fault.
The next day my suffering friends told me the same thing happened to them. The file, the lawyer.
The night before the trial our clothes were brought to be cleaned and ironed. They gave us back our ties. Also ironed, like the shirts. We had Friezer every morning.
In the morning of the 28th of October we were led to the festivity hall of the War School. The room was full and there was no available chair, not in the room, nor in the balconies, except for some armchairs in the first row. The investigators from the Ministry and Malmaison were also there. During the debates Ana Pauker, Avram Bunaciu, Teohari Georgescu and other ministers also came. Many foreign procommunist, journalists, obviously, were also brought. In these circumstances, with such a carefully selected audience, the registrar red the document of accusation in such a haste as the reading of the 50 pages lasted for more than 2 hours.
On the other hand, it the great difference between the document of accusation and it’s summary in the newspapers shouldn’t be noticed.
After a short break the interrogatories began. The first hearing was for engineer Popp, head of the list, followed by engineer Bujoiu, alleged leader of the main group in the trial: Bals, Gheorghiu, Manu, Macelariu, Bontila. This is why the trial was named Popp- Bujoiu.
The sentence was made in the afternoon of the 2nd of November 1948. The accused weren’t brought in the room, but the deputy prosecutor came to each room to communicate us the sentence. First 2 soldiers with automated guns entered; they took the rights position; they detached the guns from the shoulders; they pointed them at me and they simulated charging the gun. I didn’t understand what was happening as the death penalty didn’t exist at that time. The next second, prosecutor Calin entered, serious and covered in blood, and he read me the seven or eight sentences. He gave me to sign the notice file and he gave me a piece of paper for the appeal.
Nicolae Margineanu
The psychologist punished for patriotism
an article by Horia Brad
On the 13th of June we commemorate the death of a great Romanian psychologist, Nicolae Margineanu, 30 years back. About him, as about many other important Romanian figures that suffered in the communist prisons and were submitted to a life of social isolation afterwards, we know very few things. A memories book written by him in the 70’s and published after the Romanian Revolution, another biographical volume, based on documents from the Security archive (Nicolae Margineanu. A psychologist in the communist prisons. Documents taken from the CNSAS archive, by Cristina Anisescu) and a few press articles is insufficient in order to retrieve the memory of a top Romanian intellectual and a pioneer in labour psychology, appreciated, at that time, in the western academic environment.
Born the 22nd of June 1905 from a greek-catholic peasant family in the county of Alba. Nicolae Margineanu pursued his secondary studies at Blaj and Orastie. In 1927 he took his degree in psychology and in 1929 he became a Magna cum laude PhD at the Babes Bolyai in Cluj.
He did post-graduate specialization internships in Leipzig, Berlin, Hamburg in 1929, Paris in 1930 and London in 1935. He was also a scientific researcher and a scholar of the Rockefeller Foundation at Harvard, Duke, Yale, Columbia and Chicago Universities from 1932 to 1934. He came back to the country and he became a psychology professor at The Cluj University, The Letters and Philosophy Department (1927-1947) and head of the Psychology Institute.
He studied the psychology of the individual, psichometry, mathematical psychology, psychology of science, psychology applied in the industrial field, and the relation between psychology and literature. Nicolae Margineanu is the organizer of the professional education system in Romania, of the apprentice schools, the forerunners of the vocational high schools of today. He corresponded with great psychologists of the 20th century like Gordon Allport, who was his professor in the US.
In 1948 he is arrested and condemned to 25 years of prison, after a deceitful lawsuit, under the accusation of high treason, espionage and conspiracy. His “guilt” was that of having connections among Americans as the vice president of the Romanian-American Association. And so, at the request of the prime minister Petru Groza, he pleaded for Transilvania’s cause with the Americans after the war. The fact that Transilvania is part of Romania is mostly his accomplishment. His retribution meant 16 years of sufferings in the communist prisons in Malmaison, Jilava, Pitesti, Aiud and Gherla.
After the liberation of 1964, together with all the political prisoners, Nicolae Margineanu was hired as a librarian at the Cluj Academy local branch, like Lucian Blaga before him. Between 1971-1980 he was allowed to be the substitute professor at his old department. In 1971 he was invited as a professor at Bonn University and in 1972 at Hamburg University. Each time he came back to Romania, tormented by the thought of his family being hurt by his exile. In 1980 he was invited in the US by the Rockefeller Foundation. The communist authorities allowed him to leave. In the US he was diagnosed with cancer and he urgently returned to Cluj, where he died the 13th of June 1980.
Bibliography
He published for The Psychological Institute of Cluj University Publishing:
“Psychology of the exercise” 1929,158p;
“Psychotechnique in Germany” 1929, 88p;
“German contemporary psychology” 1930, 350 p;
“Learning psychology” 1931,180p;
“French contemporary psychology” 1932, 320p;
“Psychology of configuration” (in collaboration with I.Rusu, A. Rosca, D.Tudoran) 1929, 176p;
“Elements of the psychometrics” 1938, 376p;
“Analysis of the psychic factors” 1938, 216p;
“Psychology of the individual” 1st Edition: 1940, 570p; 2nd Edition: 1943, 504p;
“Psychotechnique and the industry” 1942, 156p;
“Psychotechnique” 1943, 504p;
Other publishings:
“The problem of evolution”, "Societatea de Maine" Publishing, Cluj, 1931, 84p;
“The nature of science” The Scientific Publishing, Bucharest, 1969, 504p;
“Under the sign of humanity”, The Publishing for Literature, Bucharest, 1970, 304p;
“Psychology and literature”,Dacia Publishing, Cluj, 1971, 350p;
“Scholar and professional orientation” - scientific coordinator and author of 5 chapters comprising 100p, Didactic and Pedagogical Publishing, Bucharest, 1972, 350p;
“Human condition” - it’s bio-psycho-social and cultural aspect”, Scientific Publishing, Bucharest, 1973, 650p;
“Logical and mathematical psychology”, Dacia Publishing, 1975, 350p (The work expands the sessions held at Bonn University as a guest professor);
“Amphitheatres and prisons”, Dacia publishing, Cluj, 1991, 260p;
“Psychology of the individual”, 3rd edition, Scientific Publishing, Bucharest, 1999, 600p;
“Depth and height psychology”, Cluj University Publishing, 1999, 215p;
A number of approximately 35 articles in specialty magazines and general knowledge ones, plus more than 25 tests, questionaries and observation files applied in schools and factories.
PAG. 28-29, ROST 89 - JULY 2010
We don’t want revenge, but justice
interview taken by Claudiu Tarziu
Nicolae Margineanu (b. 25th of September 1938, Cluj), is a Romanian camera operator, screenwriter, producer and film director. He is married, since 1976 with the actress Maria Ploae. His father, the great psychologist Nicolae Margineanu, endured 16 years of communist prison. Nicolae Margineanu - the son, had a rich experience as a film operator in the 70’s and from the 80’s he has been dedicated to film directing. He is a top director, many of his films having received awards at national and international film festivals. He produces fiction films, but also documentary and utility films. Since 1990 he is also a film producer. In June, this year, he finished a documentary film about his father.
-Your father was arrested at the beginning of the communist rule, in 1948. What was he accused of?
-In 1948 USA accused USSR of meddling in the internal affairs of Romania. For this, Visinski, the USSR soviet commissary for external affairs asked for a law suit that can prove the contrary, that the USA is meddling in Romania’s internal affairs. 12 people were incriminated: Max Auschmitt (great jewish industrialist), Alexandru Bals (ex-minister), Ion Bujoiu (professor and Minister of Economy), Gheorghe Bontila, Nistor Chioreanu (legionary commander), Dimitrie Gheorghiu, Horia Macelariu (admiral), Gheorghe Manu (legionary commander), Nicolae Margineanu, Nicolae Patrascu (general secretary of the Legionary Movement), Alexandru Popp (executive of the Resita Factories) ,Eugen Teodorescu (legionary). The lawsuit was in progress between the 27th of October and the 2nd of November 1948. The judges assembly comprised the general-major magistrate Alexandru Petrescu, Lt. colonel magistrate Simion Stanescu, Colonel S.Colceag, Colonel Eremia Sarbu, Lt. colonel Zanescu. The accusation papers have been prepared by the military prime-magister Dumitru, and the indictment was presented in front of the court by the colonel prosecutor Constantin Stanciu, who, at the end, asked for the death penalty, according to the legal classification of the offence made by the second prosecutor, Lt. colonel Calin Eftimie. It was a brutish judicial setup, presented by the newspapers with proletarian rage: The trial of “the subversive organisation The National Resistance Movement, leaded by Popp Alexandru and Bujoiu Ioan”.
During the process, all the accused admitted the testimonies given during the investigation, having been physically exhausted and psychically devastated by the tortures they had been put through. They received heavy punishments: Max Auschmitt (in absentia), Alexandru Popp, I. Bujoiu, Gh.Manu, H.Macelariu, N.Patrascu, E.Teodorescu – hard labour for life, and Alexandru Bals and Gh.Bontila - 15 years of hard labour each. Most of them died in the communist prisons.
-Why do you think they put your father together with these people, though he hadn’t been part of the government, he wasn’t an industrialist nor the leader of an opposition party?
-Probably because he received the Rockefeller scholarship, because he was the vicepresident of the Romanian-American Association and because the prime-minister of the time, Petru Groza, had asked him to plead the cause of Transilvania with the American Allied Control Commission. My father had many acquaintances in the USA and a member of the Commission had been his colleague while studying in the US. He did this favor to the country and later it came back against him. He was accused of espionage and high treason.
He was in the Astra Wagons and Resita Factories Administration Council. My father had opened the psychology laboratories in all the big industries and so he made close friends among some factory executives. This must have weighted a lot, apart from the connection with the Americans. Even in the Security investigation he declared that the USA is his second homeland because there he perfected his skills.
Among the other group comrades, my dad only new four. Only before the trial, after a harsh investigation, did he find out who the others were. He was surprised to have been accused of conspiracy in order to turn out the government along with four legionaries he didn’t even know. Actually he had been an adversay of the legionaries. He thought he was on the black list of the legionaries because he saved the rector Stefanescu Goanga - who had been shot by them. My father gave him first aid and transported him to the hospital and so the professor survived the murder attempt.
After a series of atrocious beatings, received at the Malmaison investigation, he realized that he wouldn’t be able to abide physically by saying the truth, that he is not guilty. So he signed the testimonies that the security officers forced him to.
-When he got out of prison, did he tell you what he had been through?
-Slightly. Still, it wasn’t difficult to imagine, particularly since I found out a few things from others that had been released from jail before him. The majority was afraid to talk about the prison but some talked about hunger, misery and beatings. My father got out of the prison surprisingly well. Maybe because he was such an optimistic person. Nevertheless, after being released he lived another hell: the fear of being arrested again or of being forced to live under house arrest. Having felt the taste of freedom, as much as one could, during communist rule, after 16 years and 2 months of jail, he knew he couldn’t go back there. He even told us that he wouldn’t make it if they took him again. That’s what he was afraid of. So he spoke very little. He would rather talk about funny moments from the prison. He even told us how he met Petrache Lupu from Maglavit. But sometimes his reactions betrayed his feelings. There was this once when my mother cleaned the breadcrumbs on the table and threw them in the bin. He was so angry, saying that we didn’t have the right to do that because we didn’t know the worth of those breadcrumbs when you can only dream about them.
-Which was the most traumatic moment from jail he told you about?
-The Malmaison investigation was extremely tough - it’s described in his book. He was badly beaten. Also he was on hunger strike at some point.
But, beyond the brutality, seing in the Security file the declarations of those who have stayed with him - some of them informers - I believe every moment he spent with his comrades was truly difficult. This is because, after a while, they had nothing more to say to each other. I reckon that must have been tormenting, having to be near people you had nothing to share with. This could be the reason why they organized debates on certain subjects.
-When did he write his prison memoirs?
-Around the 70’s. He went to the USA in 1975 and he already had the book, but he didn’t take it with him. They would have discovered it, because they carefully searched him. He hide it at home and we edited it after 1990.
From his CNSAS file it seems like the Security knew he had written his memoirs, but, strangely they didn’t want to confiscate them. Someone must have betrayed him. We kind of know who, but we don’t want to give names, even suspicion can be a sin.
-How did he manage to go to the USA?
-He contacted his teacher, Higgins, his former teacher Gordon Allport with who he corresponded a long time. They invited him to the States. He had a book project and he had to do research there, ”Depth and height psychology”. Probably, at the Americans persistent demand, they let him go. He had been invited before to Germany and had come back so this was a guarantee for the Security that he wouldn’t stay there. In the US he was diagnosed with cancer and he quickly came back, though they offered him immediate surgery. He was afraid to die on American land and the Security might think he wanted to stay, thus causing great suffering to his family.
-When you grew up and you understood what had happened to your father and the times you were living, did you feel any vengeance desire?
-I was a 10 year old child when he was arrested. Almost all of my neighbourhood friends had parents under arrest. And when we turned 12-13 years old we thought we should do something against the regime. It wasn’t about vengeance, but about the obligation to fight that we felt. We found 2 pistols and , we hide them somewhere and, from time to time, we would get them out, clean them and plan a resistance movement. I think we weren’t the only ones to have tried this. Lucky that our parents found out and not the Security. My mom opened my eyes. She told me that if the Security found out, they would arrest her and send me and my sister to the orphanage. She also told me that she wouldn’t make it in prison and my dad would suffer a lot. ”Isn’t it enough the pain your father has to endure?” Then is when I felt I became an adult. Later on, of course that the thought of doing something against the regime came back to me, but every time I tried to ignore it. I thought about what would my father do and this kept me going, but then I thought about my mother’s warning.
There was a feeling of a pending rebellion in every young person at the time, but we tried to control it.
-What else did your family have to go through besides the pain of not having your father close?
-My father’s brother, Petru, was, various times, the mayor of the Obreja village in Alba county, where they were born. He was an imposing man, he had great authority in the village. He was arrested in 1949, because he had helped the anticommunist fighters, led by colonel Dabija, with food. He had a resolute attitude in the prison. Though he was convicted for 20 years of prison, he was shot, together with 6 other villagers from the surrounding villages, who had a dignified attitude and who were considered bad examples for the other prisoners. The family received 3 death certificates with different causes of death: heart failure, natural death. The socialist bureaucracy! Only a few years ago, the historian Ciupe from Cluj discovered the document through which the security colonel Patriciu from Cluj gave the order for the 6 men to be shot. We still don’t know where they were buried.
This was another tragedy my family had to go through.
Then, because of my father’s situation, my mother, a Letter and Philosophy graduate, was only accepted as a teacher at a foster home for children with tuberculosis, outside of Cluj. I was kicked out of school several times, first time in the 7th grade.
My mom found out from other political prisoners wives that, if they get divorced, it will be easier for the children to finish school. The Securit must have spread this rumor. Many women divorced their imprisoned husbands, and so did my mother. For a while I carried her name, Aarvanitis - for my mother was greek - and they lost my trace, but then I took back the name Margineanu and they discovered me.
-Have you ever seen your father in all these detention years?
-Only once, during a trial. My dad received 2 packages from us in 16 years, he wasn’t allowed to receive more. He also wasn’t allowed to receive visits from family members. We got 2 or 3 postcards as from my father, but they weren’t written by him, but, probably, by people that had come out that were asked by my father to tell us he’s healthy. This is what it said on the postcards, no details.
In 1953, someone wrote in a postcard that my dad will participate in a trial involving the Resita Factories.Then, my mom sold a painting so that we could have money for the trip, and we went to see him. He saw us too, though he wasn’t allowed to look towards the audience. He was looking fine, stong and he heartened with his look. It was a very emotional moment that helped us a lot spiritually. On the other side, my father was quite saddened - he told us after he was released - by the fact that my sister, Daniela, was wearing one of my mom’s jackets. He thought: ”After 5 years in prison, my children have no clothes to wear”. But that wasn’t the case, it was the simple desire of a 16 years old girl to look more mature by wearing her mother’s clothes.
-Have you ever felt like the son of a “jailbird”, of a man convicted for a real guilt?
-There were moments when I thought that it was impossible for everything to be a lie, that he must have done something. But only for short moments. I knew my father wouldn’t have done anything to bring shame upon us. Still, I didn’t think he would get out of the prison. I censored this thought also, and then I felt ashamed towards him. But for years we wouldn’t hear of him and there were many people that had died there… The communism seamed everlasting… And suddenly they started to come out. I remember that, if you went to the train station you could see many people just freed from the prison. You knew it was them by the physical appearance: they were weak, pale an most of all, they had saint eyes, filled with kindness and love for the world. They tasted fully the freedom.
-You didn’t see hate or fear?
-Not even a trace. Neither did my father say anything hateful, only this: ”May God bring justice to the ones that judged us wrongly”.
-How was the reunion with your father?
-I was in Bucharest, studying at a technical metrology school. I had been,a C a driver for 3 years, a chemistry student for 2 years - they kicked me out because of my file. Someone adviced me to go to metrology, that they wouldn’t pay to much attention at files and it was a clean job.
I knew he was going to be freed, many had already been. So I set up a password together with my sister: if my father came home, she would send me a telegram to tell me she’s badly ill. One day I received the telegram and, before I reached a telephone, I got really worried that my sister could really be sick. I called home and my father answered. I thought that was amazing… (he’s tearing - redactor’s note)
I immediately left to Cluj and we met. He looked surprisingly well. Before being released, they gave them better food so that they wouldn’t appear mistreated . He was also admiring me, as I was a grown man, I was 27 years old at the time. He was very cheerful and lively. I don’t even remember what he told me, words didn’t matter anymore, only the embrace…
Later, of course, we talked more. He said he prays to God to let him live another 16 years and 2 months, the time spent in prison. And that is exactly how much he lived.
-How did you manage to continue with your studies?
-There was a time of political relaxation, in the second half of the 60’s, so I was taken back as a Chemistry student, but I gave up, as I couldn’t do what I liked the most: research. In the research field there was an unbearable atmosphere, the political rulers were taking the credits for other people’s work. My father was dreaming of a university related career for me. But he didn’t know how the university system had changed. Meanwhile I fell in love with photography. And I asked for his permission to study as a film operator. It was the only time in my life when I got in on the first place, though the competition was strong. Seeing me so passionate, he let me do it (he laughs - redactor’s note).
-Did your father’s file still haunt you in your career?
-At the time I didn’t realize it, but I found out from my Security file that there were 5 informers following us and our telephone conversations were being listened to.I made photocopies after the correspondence between my parets while my father was in the US.
At Buftea, the Security officers warned us that they knew about me, they even tried my temper. Still, I was respected professionally so they didn’t give me much trouble.
-Do you remember any learning from your father that was of great help in your life?
-Yes, he often repeated what his mother, a peasant, told him when he went to a school in Blaj. ”My child, know you are on your own, but don’t forget one thing: keep your soul as clean as your Sunday shirt”. I think this is the most important thing in life: having a clean soul and a clean conscience. He said this helped hi a lot while he was imprisoned.
-Do you think that the suffering of the former political prisoners and their family’s could ever be paid back?
-God knows! Anyhow, their sacrifice has a spiritual value. I believe that this country goes on also for the sufferings endured by these Romanian people. I think that the affluence of people coming to the church in the last few years and the building of so many churches and monasteries are the fruit of their sacrifice. They showed us a way and it seems like many Romanians have followed it.
On the other side, it would be extraordinary for those murderers to receive their rightful punishment, as my father said.
Traian Basescu condemned the communism - and I felt very proud. But I was honestly hoping that it would have practical consequences. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. There are still torturers that sleep at ease at night and still get their fat pensions.
-How could we fulfill a moral debt towards these martyrs of our country?
-I am thinking of the things I could do, rather than the things others could… I am struggling to be able get this troubled past out of the dark, to make it into a documentary, a testimony… I have filmed some extremely interesting testimonies. Often, a detail means more, it has more expressivity than a whole history, it makes you understand better an age. A confession filled with emotion and something else beyond words, it’s more convincing.
I made 2 artistic films, ”Bless you,prison!” and “Somewhere in the East” and a documentary about my father. I also hope I will be able to make a full-length film about the sufferings during the communism.
PAG. 30-35, ROST 89 - JULY 2010