The 2016 Election and My Friend, the Holocaust Survivor

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By Sarah Winters

Helen, the 90 year old woman I have been helping out, and I are wandering the farmstand. Her exquisite palate is very picky and ever since moving out of her beloved New York, there’s an added bitterness. No apples because dentures, she’s tired of bananas, she has strawberries and I hope to god she’ll go for her staple yogurt, a bit of protein or whatever. I’m scanning vegetables and ask, “Beets?”  Continue reading

America, Pay Attention: We Will Be Judged By History

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By De Elizabeth

The first time I ever learned about the Holocaust was when I was seven or eight. My parents sent my brother and I to Hebrew School twice a week, and while most of the classes were focused around learning letters and holidays, we spent an entire two weeks talking about the Holocaust in April – just in time for Holocaust Remembrance Day. We would read poems in class that had a repeated refrain, Never again. We met Holocaust survivors, saw the numbers on their arms, listened to their stories with a sort of disconnect – that was so long ago, another time, another place. That could never happen here.  Continue reading