Monument to a Humble Hero
I have seen many monuments to the Holocaust. The monument I deeply admire—the one that moves me not only by its appearance but also by the person it commemorates—is connected to my Polish roots.
I have seen many monuments to the Holocaust. The monument I deeply admire—the one that moves me not only by its appearance but also by the person it commemorates—is connected to my Polish roots.
After two weeks of sailing on the Atlantic Ocean, the Serpa Pinto moved deliberately towards the shore of our new destination, the United States of America. The 50 immigrant children, including my brother Joe and me, were informed that early the next morning we would be cruising past the Statue of Liberty. The instructions were that we should be at the bow of the ship, on the port side, before 6 a.m. in order to obtain a good view. We understood that this statue was the universal symbol of freedom and represented the United States itself.