My Father Survived Auschwitz. The Holocaust Offers a Warning We Ignore at Our Peril

My Father Survived Auschwitz. The Holocaust Offers a Warning We Ignore at Our Peril

There are parts of our parents’ lives we assume we understand simply because we were there for the rest of it.  I thought I knew my father. He worked hard, supported his family, and spoke with a heavy accent that softened over time but never quite disappeared. He rarely raised his voice or spoke about the past. When he did, it was vague—unfinished sentences, stories without endings. At our dinner table, there were no dramatic speeches, moral les…