I’m pissed off, but we’re all
being pissed on.
A United States Senator said, “Shall we first
take care of our own children, our citizens, our country, or shall we bestow
our charity on children imported from abroad?”
No, this wasn’t last year or last month but in March, 1939, in response
to efforts to bring Jewish children to America to save them from the Nazis.
If you are unfamiliar with the
anti-Semitic and anti-immigration position of a majority of Americans in the
1930’s, read the book or watch the HBO documentary entitled 50 Children: One Extraordinary Rescue
Mission into the Heart of Nazi Germany, by Steven Pressman, from which the
above quote is taken. Another excellent
reference which illuminates the complicity of the German public with Nazi
anti-Semitism and the ensuing Holocaust is the book entitled Hitler’s Willing Executioners by Daniel
Jonah Goldhagen.
Until the past few years, when I was
researching my ancestral roots, I was unaware of my familial connection to the
Holocaust. My maternal grandfather and
his siblings immigrated to the United States in the late 1800’s from a small
town in what was then Austria but through most of history has been part of Poland. Much of the rest of his extended family
remained in the town in which Jews had been forbidden to live during the 16th
to 18th century. During Austrian
rule in the 19th century, the Jewish population grew but was at best
a poor community and eventually began to decline. My family, however, represented over 10% of
the Jewish population of the town in the 1930’s. Those who were left continued to live there
under German occupation, until August 13, 1942.
On that day, the Jews were ordered to assemble in the city square. The children, the old and the sick, including
at least 25 members of my family, were taken to a forest and shot. The few who were able to work were used as
slave labor until they were eventually exterminated at the Belzec Concentration
Camp. I have in my possession the
Holocaust Center records of my family victims.
Had my grandfather not been an immigrant,
I would not be here to write this.
And so, until my last breath, I will
continue to fight the creeping intolerance, racism, fear-mongering and fascism
of Trumpism. The lives of my children
and grandchildren depend on it.