Holocaust survivors desire justice, accountability
February 18, 2008
By Rosette Adler Goldstein

I am the child of the Holocaust, one of the extraordinarily few fortunate ones.

I was only 3 1/2 when my parents realized Paris was no longer safe for Jews. They managed to move me out of Paris and into hiding with a generous farmer and his family. To avoid internment, my father enlisted to work in a nearby labor camp. Every night he managed to sneak away and visit me at the farm.

Then, one night, he didn’t come. He had been taken away, transported by train to Auschwitz, then Buchenwald, and finally to Langenstein-Zwieberge, where he was murdered by the Nazis just five days before the camp was liberated by the Americans. After liberation, my mother and I struggled for years in Paris and, eventually, at age 10, I immigrated to New York.

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