Kristallnacht is an example of how information can be used and manipulated. The Nazis pretended that the violent riots were a spontaneous reaction to the November 7 killing by a heart-broken Jewish teen, but the response was well-orchestrated. As the mobs torched and smashed everything touched by Jewish hands, police and firefighters were ordered to do nothing – unless there was a threat to Aryan-owned property. In the days to come, over 30,000 Jewish men were sent to concentration camps. In the ultimate irony, the Nazis imposed an “atonement tax” of one billion Reichsmarks on the Jews to help pay for sweeping all that shattered glass and debris from the streets.
Read MoreAt the risk of sounding hopelessly naïve, I thought those horrors and stupidities, the outrageous lies and manipulative propaganda aimed at one group or another were relegated to history or, at least, to a shrinking segment of society. And yet, here I am, listening to the Republican presidential candidate blame Jewish voters if he loses. Here I am, scratching my head as white supremacist Neo-Nazi groups cheer on a former US President and his VP pick as they reiterate an old racist fallacy that immigrants eat pets, with real-world consequences for Haitians trying to build a better life. Here I am, watching an engineering genius, justly credited with the success of Tesla and Starlink, promote the “great replacement theory” that there’s an international conspiracy, led by Jews, to overrun white countries with minorities. Really? Really?
Read MoreOne of the biggest surprises of my recent visit to Omaha was the discovery of the Samuel Bak Museum: The Learning Center, a little-known gem with a big mission. Bak is an artist who blends history, symbolism, and personal experience to create layered, thought-provoking paintings. He is also a Holocaust survivor whose haunting memories and unanswered questions inform all of his work.
Read MoreI’ve written so much about my mother, spent so many years reviewing her photographs and her life, I often quipped to my husband that I won’t have much time left to live my own. While I’ve chronicled the years before I was born in some detail, I rarely talk about my personal memories - the simple times we shared as mother and daughter.
Read MoreMonday marks the beginning of Pesach – always my favorite Jewish holiday, rich in both tradition and meaning. While an important piece of the Passover story is the Jews’ escape from 430 years of slavery, the celebration is not just about freedom but immigration - much like my family’s escape from the Nazis.
Read MoreOn February 20, 1939, New York City’s Madison Square Garden wasn’t filled with hockey fans or boxing enthusiasts but with members of the German-American Bund – more than 20 thousand of them who gathered to support the Nazi cause. Safely in neutral Belgium, my Jewish father celebrated his 36th birthday while Nazi sympathizers railed against the Jews more than 3600 miles away. To this day, I wonder if he would have been shocked by such sentiments infiltrating the land across the Atlantic – the place he hoped would one day offer refuge.
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Read MoreWhen I was growing up, I thought of my parents as the lucky ones. So many had perished during the Holocaust that I did not associate that term with them. After all, they had never been carted off to a labor camp or death camp. They were hunted, but they were not caught. Did that count? Clearly, the upending of their lives was traumatic but not equivalent to the tragedy of whole families and whole communities – be they Jews, Romi and Sinti, Jehovah’s Witnesses, LGBTQ, disabled, political enemies like German Communists, Socialists, and Social Democrats, or members of the Resistance – exterminated systematically. That’s a long list of “others,” isn’t it? When one group is persecuted in a Fascist regime, they are usually not alone for long.
Read MoreThoughts for the New Year
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Read MoreIt is a simple matter for scientists, explained by the geology of millennia,
layers of sediment stacked like pancakes, laced with
one mineral or another, a bit of iron oxide here, and there, a bit more.
Sandstone, limestone, shale hiding snail fossils and trilobites,
clues in the long game of time, prizes scattered in
Utah’s Crackerjacks box of ancient sand left behind by
a vast inland sea, dehydrated into desert, then rearranged
as plates shifted – contracting, expanding, crashing, twirling,
slipping like dancers coming together and pulling apart,
closing the show with one exquisite, cockeyed lift.
Read MoreHenk Pander’s haunting childhood memories of the Nazis on Dutch soil were the source of a compelling series of paintings that draw you in with their artistry and, then, the recognition of their fiery history. They were painted toward the end of Pander’s life, intended as much to highlight present-day concerns as document the past.
Read MoreTwo stories - one of hope and one of hate - sit side by side in my inbox.
Read MoreBecause my parents survived the Holocaust, I have thought endlessly – and not very productively – about how so many otherwise decent people did nothing. But the other side of the coin is this: If I were witness to such terror, could I find the courage in myself to act?
There are so many who did find the courage to help in whatever way they could. Non-Jews who put themselves in harm’s way have been dubbed The Righteous Among the Nations. I came across some of their stories while researching my family’s escape from the Nazis for my upcoming book, In the Wake of Madness.
Read MoreI have a good friend who loves the familiar. If she finds a good breakfast spot, she wants to go there again and again. In the spirit of the TV show Cheers, she enjoys a place where everybody knows her name. I, on the other hand, can hardly stand walking the same two square miles week after week. I crave change and newness, but I am my best self when I can find that delicate balance between that which is comfortingly ordinary and that which is disconcertingly different.
Read MoreBy 1971, my heroes, US Representatives Bella Abzug and Shirley Chisholm, embodied all I thought would come to pass. “The test of whether or not you can hold a job should not be in the arrangement of your chromosomes,” said Bella. It was so profound and yet so obvious that it astonished me that it needed to be said aloud. “If they don’t give you a seat at the table,” Shirley Chisholm advised, “bring in a folding chair.” I was planning to have a closet full of folding chairs.
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