Rahel Hirshenson Landrum—A Romanian Daughter of the Holocaust
I remember when I was about ten years old, I found and read—with tears in my eyes—a report my dad wrote for the Romanian police, in which he described what he…
Jonathan Bernd—Why I Cannot Keep Silent
My father, Hans Bernd, was ten years old when he fled Germany on one of the last trains of the Kindertransport to England in 1939. His sister left just before him.…
Mark Landrum—Another Holocaust Could Happen, Unless…
My mother, Flora, was born towards the end of the Holocaust. Her family lived in Northern Greece, in the middle of a thriving Jewish community. Her father was part…
Ruth Gottlieb—Auschwitz, Mengele, and the God Who was with Me
I am a Holocaust survivor, but my story cannot be reduced to that one fact.
My father, Simon Mendelsberg, was born in Radom, Poland, and was a solder in the Russian…
Irmhild Barend—Why I, a German, Love the Jewish People
Love often begins with a discovery. We discover someone to whom we feel deeply drawn and who then inspires our devotion. My love for my Jewish brothers and sisters…
Werner Oder—My Father the Nazi
I was born into a family infested with the dark obsession of anti-Semitism. My maternal grandfather worked for Hans Ludin, the German ambassador to Bratislava who…
