When I was a child in fascist Italy, until the age of five I had never heard the word Jew or anything related to Jewish things. We were still part of the Soviet diplomatic staff in Rome. There were some other Jews attached to the embassy, but under the Soviet regime, religious practices were non-existent, and the only holidays that were celebrated were commemorations of national or historical events.
A Memory of Le Murate
I was released from Le Murate three days ago. In my section, there was an inmate from Prato – the nicest…
Remembering Nedo Fiano z’l
What has characterized my whole life has been my deportation to the Nazi extermination camps. My entire family ended in…
For a Memory of Culture Beyond Victims and Perpetrators
Has a much-vaunted cosmopolitan Holocaust memory — with its linked slogans of “Never forget!” and “Never again!” — simply failed…
Legitimizing Fascism Through the Holocaust?
As the Holocaust becomes increasingly present in the political discourse in the US, Europe and Israel, we republish this reflection…
