Yom HaShoah, Never Again, and My Ukrainian Roots
The past is never dead. It’s not even past. Faulkner When I was growing up in the 1970s, Holocaust survivors were all around us–our neighbors, relatives, members of our synagogues. Some of them were willing to talk about their experiences, to show the numbers tattooed in their arms; others were unable or unwilling for their …
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