For a local author, this was a very moving and well written memoir. I appreciate the frank and straightforward style, sharing not only the sequence of events but many private feelings.
Surprisingly, the most poignant emotional impact comes early in the book (at the top of page three, in fact). Long after the horrible experiences of his youth, the author visits the Holocaust Museum in Washington, DC, and is reminded viscerally of feelings he had long suppressed. Fortunately, he is accompanied by family to support him.
I am grateful that the author has gone to great effort to share his experiences of World War 2 Nazi anti-Semitism with others, especially young people. It should make us wiser and more empathetic.
I cringe to think of the horror stories that continue to unfold every day for children in Sudan, Gaza, Haiti (to name just a few), and even within the borders of the United States of America today if you happen to have dark skin. By scapegoating immigrants and minorities for our problems, we are following in the footsteps of Nazis, colonizers, and slave-traders, and squandering the noble and hopeful legacy of the Statue of Liberty. This un-makes any greatness we had.