Every year for Hanukkah, my mother would gift me a book about the Holocaust. Every vacation we took, even within the continental United States, my mother insisted we carry our US passports, just in case we needed to flee at a moment’s notice. Those books and passports served as reminders of my Jewish ancestry — a multigenerational story of persecution and upheaval. Despite living in the world’s greatest democracy, my mother had subconsciously prepared me for the possibility of regime change, and that a day could come when it would no longer be safe for Jews in the United States.
“I never really considered ‘When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit’ to be only a children’s movie,” Link said.
Grandma panics when she sees a child separated from his or her parent. When she sees a child alone, she becomes visibly distraught.
As a former refugee, I recognize the trauma that migrant children experience — and years after my journey, I know the pain their parents feel.
They were called “so-called” refugees, told they were alien to American culture and warned against as potential enemies of the United States.
Passengers on board the St. Louis fleeing Nazi Germany discover both cultural displacement and loss in Armando Correa’s “The German Girl.”
The story of the Holocaust is so horrendous that, even for me, who grew up on its edge, it is hard to comprehend.
The forced separation of families in the United States today recalls my own family’s journey from Ukraine to America.
As a girl, she witnessed the horrors of the Iranian revolution. As an adult, she still can’t escape the memory.
Tens of thousands of Jews settled in Shanghai during WWII, funded in large part by the global Sephardi community.