by Lilith Goldberg

Surviving Incest in a Holocaust Family

On Friday nights, I light the Sabbath candles and recite the ancient blessings of thanks to God. I am alone in my contemplation of the spirit, eating in a shrouded silence. Through the loneliness of this weekly ritual, I mourn the loss of my family, the loss of my biological connectedness. Like my parents before me, I am a Holocaust survivor, unwittingly exposed to intense human evil.

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