Princeton Portrait: In a POW Camp, an Atheist Found God

Ernest Gordon (1916-2002)

Illustration of Ernest Gordon

Illustration: Daniel Hertzberg

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By Elyse Graham ’07

Published May 20, 2022

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When Ernest Gordon lay ill in a prison camp in Thailand, his fellow patients in the camp’s hospital — the Death House, they called it, since it “had long since given up any pretense of being a place to shelter the sick” — called the priest who gave last rites “the Angel of Death.” Gordon was indifferent to priests, but death swarmed his thoughts like flies. “Death called to us from every direction,” he later wrote. “It was in the air we breathed — it was the chief topic of our conversation.”

Gordon’s captors forced the men in his camp, prisoners of war during World War II, to build a rail track through the jungle and across the river Kwai — later the subject of a famous 1957 film, The Bridge on the River Kwai. The film got the story so wrong, Gordon felt, that he wrote a memoir to correct the record. His memoir also tells the story of how an atheist became a Presbyterian minister — and, in time, the dean of the Chapel at Princeton University.

An officer in a Scottish battalion, Gordon worked as a yacht skipper before his country called him to war in 1939. Three years later, he was digging and hammering with his fellow prisoners. The film depicts the prisoners as ambitious workers, keen to show British greatness, “even in captivity,” to the Japanese. “This was an entertaining story,” Gordon wrote. “But … in justice to these men — living and dead — who worked on that bridge, I must make it clear that we never did so willingly. We worked at bayonet point and under the bamboo lash, taking any risk to sabotage the operation whenever the opportunity arose.”

Hunger and disease abounded. Fear, hatred, and bitterness made the prisoners selfish: They stole from each other and lived a creed of each man for himself. Eventually, Gordon found himself in the Death House, immobile from dysentery and malaria. “Dying was easy,” he wrote. “When our desires are thwarted and life becomes too much for us, it is easy to reject life and the pain it brings, easier to die than to live.” But this is where his life began to turn.

Gordon disliked the religiosity he’d seen growing up, which seemed to him to stress a wrathful God and a pious removal from the world. But this new habit of caring for one’s brother, he thought, was worth exploring philosophically.

First, a friend built him a little hut to get him away from the smells of the Death House. The doctors let him move there so he could die in peace. Then his friend brought a stranger, a gentle young man who was a gardener back home, to give the dying man “a bit of help until you get on your feet properly again.” This surprised Gordon: Nobody volunteered to help the sick.

While the gardener tended to him, other prisoners also started to risk their resources and their lives in foolish acts of selflessness. A man died of starvation after giving all his food to his sick friend. When an equipment count came up one shovel short and a guard vowed to kill every man in a labor gang unless the thief came forward to be executed, a man said, coolly, “I did it.” The guard executed him; a recount showed the shovel wasn’t missing after all. 

Brotherhood was infectious: The prisoners started to pool resources to help the sick. Then an Australian prisoner asked Gordon to lead a Bible discussion group, simply because he’d been to university. (“But I must say one word. The lads won’t stand for any Sunday School stuff. What they want is the real ‘dingo.’”) Gordon disliked the religiosity he’d seen growing up, which seemed to him to stress a wrathful God and a pious removal from the world. But this new habit of caring for one’s brother, he thought, was worth exploring philosophically. He accepted.

Years later, as a Presbyterian chaplain at the University, a position he took in 1954, he explained that what he learned was simple — misery loves company, yes, but equally true, though harder to live by, is that misery’s company is love: “God was in our midst, suffering with us.” 

6 Responses

William Goodrich Jones ’63

2 Years Ago

Thanks for the Tribute to Dean Gordon

Thanks so much for the excellent tribute to Dean Gordon. I was a member of the chapel choir for most of my undergraduate years (until my senior year when I dropped out in order to practice for an organ recital in the spring). I knew Dean Gordon reasonably well and was at least once invited for dinner with him and his gracious wife, along with several other students. On graduation he signed a copy of his book, Through the Valley of the Kwai, with a very kind note on the frontispiece for my mother. Around 10 years after graduation, my wife and I spent some time with him (probably coffee or tea) in Toronto. He was attending a conference and we were staying coincidentally at the same hotel. I remember, as an undergraduate, teasing him about painting the carved reliefs on the table at the front of the chapel. Of course this was entirely in keeping with C of E practice.  

Many memories of my Princeton years have faded, but my fondness and respect for Dean Gordon remain strong, and I am ever grateful for the opportunity to have known such a remarkable person.

With best wishes and many thanks for your tribute,

Kabir Mahadeva ’81

2 Years Ago

Remembering Dean Gordon

Elyse Graham ’07’s Princeton Portrait of Dean Ernest Gordon illuminates a dark part of the life of this remarkable man. I had the honor of meeting him for the first time when I was recovering from illness in the Princeton Infirmary in 1978. His charisma (in the truest sense of that word) and geniality made a lasting impression. I confessed I was agnostic, and, to my surprise, he claimed he was as well. He had spent time in India, and reminisced about his experiences there. We dined together once or twice and greeted each other when our paths crossed on campus.

This is the first Portrait of a Princeton luminary whom I personally knew. It makes me feel a bit older than I thought I was.

Carlos Caballero-Argáez *77

2 Years Ago

A Memory of Dean Gordon

In 1976, when I was in the second year of the MPA program at the Woodrow Wilson School of Public and International Affairs my wife, Claudia, got very sick and by December she was diagnosed with a lymphoma, a bad cancer. She was 26 years old and we had a 2-year-old daughter. She was at the Princeton Hospital and one evening an imposing man came into the room and presented himself as the Dean of the Chapel of the University, Ernest Gordon. He asked how she felt, where were we from, and if we had any special need. Then asked if he could pray for Claudia’s recovery. He kneeled down next to her bed and prayed. After that, he told us that he has been a prisoner of war and gave that book to me. We thanked him for his visit, the prayer, and the book, and he left. When I opened the book, I found a hundred-dollar bill inside.

Forty-five years later Claudia, who is now 72 years old, is fine and we have had a wonderful life. She had a successful chemotherapy treatment, which was initiated in Princeton and finished in Bogotá. I finished the MPA. Our daughter is a molecular genetics professor with a Ph.D, teaching and researching at Universidad de Los Andes in Bogotá where I am also a full professor in economics and government.

Dean Gordon had a powerful impact in our lives! We remember him often and keep his book as a treasure. Thanks for your note about Dean Gordon.

Katherine Brokaw ’82

2 Years Ago

Love in Action

I never knew Dean of the Chapel Ernest Gordon (Princeton Portrait, June issue) personally — my loss. But I have known of him since my undergraduate days and admired him from afar. My English grandfather was a POW in North Africa during World War II, under difficult but much less rigorous conditions; he and his shipmates were liberated, and he was able to return to service for the rest of the war. The description of the horrendous conditions Dean Gordon and his fellow prisoners suffered brought tears to my eyes. What an admirable man Princeton brought in to enlighten undergraduates, whatever their religious beliefs or nonbelief. Surely his tenure at Princeton must count as one of the University’s finest acts.

Editor’s note: Several readers shared memories of Dean Gordon, which are available online at bit.ly/deangordon.

George Chang ’63

2 Years Ago

Another ‘Ernie Gordon’ Film

I remember Dean Gordon very well. His ability to listen in a kind, non-judgemental way was a huge gift to us in our most sensitive years.

Many of us have tried to emulate Dean Gordon in the course of our own lives.

There is another film about Dean Gordon, which is probably much closer to the historical facts. It is called To End All Wars. There are reviews on both IMdB and Rotten Tomatoes

Brian Solik ’84

2 Years Ago

Inspiring Story of Faith

I was blessed and delighted to read the story of former Dean of the Chapel Dean Gordon's conversion from atheist to a follower of Christ while in a Japanese POW camp in Thailand during World War II. The article did not mention the title of Gordon’s detailed autobiography, To End All Wars: A True Story About the Will to Survive and the Courage to Forgive, which was made into a movie of the same name in 2001. It’s a tremendous story of the power of God to transform his and other POWs’ lives during an extreme trial for survival. Spoiler: One of the main characters in the book, Dusty Miller, a POW and a Christian, exhibited uncharacteristic selflessness while ministering to his fellow prisoners. He was killed by his captors, primarily because of his faith. After the war, Gordon and others diligently attempted to locate his family to tell them of their appreciation for Dusty. They could find no records of his existence, not even through the military. He wondered if Dusty was a fulfillment of a verse in the New Testament, Hebrews 1:14, “Are they not all ministering spirits (angels) sent forth to minister for those who will inherit salvation?”

Thank you, PAW, for including this story of faith.

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