Jeff Jacoby
ON THE 7th night of Hanukkah in 1944, my father was in Auschwitz. He had been deported with his family to the Nazi extermination camp eight months earlier; by Hanukkah, only my father was still alive. That year, he kindled no Hanukkah lights. In Auschwitz, where anything and everything was punishable by death, any Jew caught practicing his religion could ... (Full article: 766 words)
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