“Goldene Haar!'' he exclaims and takes one of my long braids into his hand. I am not certain I heard right. Did he say ''golden hair'' about my braids? Are you Jewish? The question startles me. ''Yes, I am Jewish.'' How old are you? I am thirteen.'' ''You are tall for your age. Is this your mother?'' He touches Mommy… — Livia Bitton-Jackson Copy Share
My hope is that learning about past evils will help us to avoid them in the future. — Livia Bitton-Jackson Copy Share Image
My stories are of gas chambers, shootings, electrified fences, torture, scorching sun, mental abuse, and constant threat of death. But they are also stories… — Livia Bitton-Jackson Copy Share Image
Reading my personal accountI believe you feel-you-will know that the Holocaust was neither a legend nor Hollywood fiction but a lesson for the future! — Livia Bitton-Jackson Copy Share Image
