My father’s first bicycle was a reward from his father, a rabbi, for memorizing the first 40 chapters of the Book of Isaiah.A few years later, he tried to use that same bicycle to outrun the Nazis, who had invaded his hometown of Vilnius. Unfortunately, he was captured, and nearly murdered at the Ponary killing grounds where 70,000 Jews were executed by the Nazis. Despite his traumatic treatment at the hands of the Nazis, my father would not allow bitterness and cruelty to rule his life. Instead, he learned to appreciate the gifts life had given him, and to share...
Monitoring Antisemitism Intel
