And although I lived with the painful truth of her rape, I was motivated by the collective voices that said, “Never again.”Īnd then on October 7, never again happened. But it was only when my grandmother was on her deathbed that she shared that last vestige of her history - her rape by a Nazi. My grandparents recounted their stories at the dinner table, in my history class and at my Hebrew school. Because of his profession as a dentist, he was ordered to comb through the corpses to extract any gold teeth.Īspects of both my grandparents’ stories were shared often throughout my childhood in an effort to make certain that we would never forget. My grandfather also survived the Holocaust, having spent four years in concentration camps.
