28 April 2023

Published April 26, 2023 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count:100


The little wooden boat floated along the Galilee. JoAnna breathed in the fresh air.

            Tears trickled down her cheek. She hugged her granddaughter, Rachel. “We’re the lucky ones. I took a boat ride on the St. Louis, from Germany with my family to seek freedom.”  

            “You found it in England and then here in Israel. Doesn’t that make you happy?”

            “Cuba, America and Canada—all turned away—allowing only a handful of us refuge. The rest, including my parents, went back to face the Beast.”

            “The US State Department offered an official apology.”

            “After seventy-three years? Too little too late.”

Holocaust Remembrance Day was April 14 this year. But any time of year is a good time to remember.

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48 comments on “28 April 2023

  • Too late, indeed! I was in the later years of High School when I learned the truth of how our country turned their backs back then. I think that was the first time that I ever felt truly ashamed of my land. Sigh… And yet, in this age, it is repeating, so it seems…

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  • I’ve read the excuses, but… yeah, just excuses – I don’t know how many would have been saved if other countries were more open, but ever life is a life. You are right, never a bad time to remember, no matter the date on the calendar.

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  • Do apologies mean anything when it’s from generations later? I don’t know. Words are hollow. I believe actions speak louder than words. I like to believe humans are better now, but I think different excuses are made.

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    • Dear Keith,

      Do our governments and citizens stop to wonder why so many people are fleeing their countries??? Thank you. My title is one of my all time favorite Yiddish expressions. 😉




  • “Give me your tired, your poor,
    Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
    The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
    Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
    I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”*

    *Some restrictions apply.

    I understand that every country can’t just open its borders to everyone, but there are times when you have to let people in, give all the comfort and aid you can, and sort things out later. The Holocaust was definitely one of those times, but look how long it took us to get involved in the war. Even then, it wasn’t beneficence that dragged us in. The sooner we realize that we’re all sharing this planet, the better.

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  • Powerful story, Rochelle. It’s horrifying to think about still, that episode in history where people had escaped but couldn’t find a country to take them. Just shows what prejudice and fear can lead to. I hope you’re doing well these days.

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    • Dear David,

      I appreciate the fact that you have been in a position to know how much the same people are as opposed to different. That made sense, right?
      Thank you for reading and commenting. I am doing very well and hope you are, too.



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