Things I learned from Holocaust survivors #1
Actions have consequences. Those consequences ripple out to people who had nothing whatsoever to do with the original action and can trigger some amazing changes.
My late partner, Maxine Feldman, was born in 1946, the daughter of a Lithuanian Jewish woman who somehow managed to wind up in New York City sometime around the end of the war. She was almost certainly a survivor of the nazi attempt at multiple genocide.
Max also believed she knew who her birth father was ... she said she had been in contact with him at one time, but he flatly denied that he that he was her father. Don't know whether he was a refugee, immigrant or a home-grown citizen.
Max found out that she lived the first five or so years of her life with her birth mother and was put up for adoption because her mom literally couldn't feed her. (Max was fed potatoes almost exclusively and had what she called "the big belly disease" ... kwashiorkor?)
She was adopted by a Jewish couple in New York City who had also lost whole chunks of their families in the camps.
Long story short, the holocaust played a large part in Max's upbringing ... starting with an unintended preganancy and life-threatening starvation. It kinda went downhill from there. She didn't sober up until she hit her thirties.
Also by the time she hit her thirties, she grew into an utterly fearless speaker of truth to power. She spent her professional career writing her truth and singing it to crowds of people whenever she got the chance ... and regardless of whether she got paid.
She was an amazing teacher.
From death camps to poverty through abuse to Max.
Gotta love good compost.