At the Belle Meade plantation in Nashville, Tenn., you can partake in a wine tasting of Gentleman’s Red or Lady’s Cuvée. You can play a round of cornhole. And at its Coop N’ Scoop ice cream shop, you have a choice of strawberry, chocolate or their newest flavor — Krazy Kookie Dough.
When I visited Berlin a number of years ago, I was surprised by the number of plaques embedded in the city’s streets that contain the name of Jews sent to their death by the Nazi regime.
The oft-repeated tale of Union soldiers arriving in Galveston, Texas to inform enslaved African Americans that they were free is pure fiction.
I recently purchased at auction an important document consisting of an original draft order to expedite Nazi Germany’s slave labor program, with editing changes in Adolf Hitler’s handwriting.
Maybe that’s all the seder is: A place to do the telling, to ask all of the bright and dangerous questions.
Yad Vashem has informed her that they have her father’s ID tag from a munitions factory in the Czestochowa Ghetto.
The Dutch tax authority is seeking payment from an 86-year-old Holocaust survivor for a pension from her stint as a child slave laborer for the Nazis.
While the story is complicated, the ethical question at its center is not.
The Whitney Plantation has been called “America’s Auschwitz,” and the story it tells shows parallels between the Jewish and African-American experiences.
“At least Andrew Jackson was physically brave,” Frum said, dissing Trump as the worst president ever.