April 17, 1903 - Kishinev, Bessarabia
A group of Jews are gathered around their dinner table in the city of Kishinev. A wife, an older teenaged son and daughter and two adolescents are busying themselves cooking and setting the table and awaiting the arrival of their father returning home from work. Moments later we hear a few approaching footsteps up the stairs and a door opens. The father of the household practically stumbles in with a look of bewilderment on his face and clutching at a local newspaper...
Wife: Oh hello dear, how was your day?
Husband (mumbling): We are in trouble...
Wife (startled): What did you say?
Husband: I said...there is going to be trouble.
Wife: I don't understand, what do you mean?
Husband (handing over the newspaper to his wife): Look at this!
Wife (reading briefly as her children look on in hushed silence): A Ukrainian boy was found murdered...another girl was said to be poisoned...?
Oldest Daughter: By whom mama?
Husband: Who knows. But they'll blame us. They always blame us.
Wife: Well dear we have survived through these types of stories before...things usually calm down after a while once the truth comes out.
Husband: None of them want the truth! They wants scapegoats. They want to rid the Russian Empire of the Jews. From the Tsar, to the Ministers, on down. Some of our neighbors even. People who we sell goods to or help with their finances...friends you might call them!
Wife: They'll make a big fuss for a couple of days and then leave us alone.
Husband: Not this time.
Wife (motioning to her two younger children): Allie & Isaac take your bowls of stew into your father's study and eat there, will you please? The adults in the room need to speak alone for a moment.
The children get up quickly and quietly and head into the other room...
Wife: You know Herman, I wish you would keep your thoughts to yourself while the children are in the room. You scare them!
Husband (sitting down at the table): I don't mean to...but I'm not sure how to protect them. I was speaking earlier with Efrem and Jeremiah from the bank. They said that they heard this boy...Rybachenko...was probably killed by his own father in a fit of rage. And this girl committed suicide at the hospital and was not poisoned.
Wife (reading on in disgust): The paper claims the Jews killed them to use their blood in preparation of matzo for the coming Passover...filthy blood libel!
Older Son: It is ridiculous. Won't people see through these claims father? They cannot possibly believe all that they read in this and age...
Husband: My greatest fear is that it won't matter to them. Many, if not most, already don't believe these lies. But they'll act as though they do.
Older Daughter: I don't understand.
Husband: They'll pretend to believe our guilt so they can use it as an excuse to show their hatred once again and get rid of us once and for all.
Wife: Your father is right. They don't like us.
Older Son: Where will we go?
Husband: I don't know. I fear what could happen to us if we travel any further east.
Wife: These fools are not going to drive us from our home!
Husband: If we stay it might be too late. It's Easter for the Christians on Sunday. What are we to do if an angry mob organizes after they come from their morning mass?
Older Daughter: Won't the police do something then?
Husband: I would not count on it. They've turned their heads and betrayed us before...maybe it won't be so bad this time. But we'll only know for sure if things are to get out of hand in he first place.
Wife: Your father and I will discuss what to do after dinner. Lets eat now...Eidel, please call your brother and sister back in to the table.
Eidel (Older Daughter): Yes mother.
Scene cuts away. Next we see an angry mob of several dozen on Easter Sunday. They are marching through the streets on Kishinev shouting anti-semitic slurs. In the foreground a woman and her child are grabbed by two young men and thrown to the ground. The camera focuses in on another couple of Yiddish men being beaten senselessly by four others in an alley way. Suddenly windows are heard breaking on either sides of the main streets. Panes of glass with Hebrew lettering are shattered by men and even young boys throwing rocks. Torches are tossed into several buildings and fires spread rapidly. All the while other Jewish men, women and children are showed scampering across roads and alley ways in panic and terror trying to escape harm.
Moments later we see several police approach the main avenue on horse back. A couple of them are charged up and even blow their whistles having seen the rampant disorder. But the sergeant/captain turns to face his men, puts up his right arm and shouts out the following...
Sergeant: We are here only to monitor the situation and have been given direct orders not to intervene. The Minister of the Interior speaking on behalf of the Tsar himself has encouraged this pogrom based on the murder and atrocities brought to our community by the Jews...do not assist with the looting or break up the fighting. We must allow the rightfully angry the opportunity for some small measure of revenge so long as things do not get too far out of hand.
The camera angle is lifted upward and pans down on several blocks of the city now engulfed in a full scale pogrom. Smoke pours out from burning buildings while innocent civilians are be chased by roving gangs equipped with clubs, knives, torches, etc, and are often beaten mercilessly. The chaos ensues as the scene fades out.