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.
William Mehrvarz fled Iran in September 2016, leaving everything behind to live as an observant Jew.
Catalonia’s Pyrenees mountains offered refuge to thousands, hiking through knee-deep snow and ice and avoiding Nazi border patrols.