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My Message for America on its 250th birthday

So what kind of person would I be if I did not post something commemorating the 250th birthday of the United States of America?

Yesterday, in front of a group of people, I used the following analogy when conveying my love for this country.

My parents did not always make me happy. They did not always give me what I wanted. They were probably right in most, if not all, of those instances, but that is not even the important part. What is important is that what they gave me, I could never repay. Their love and support, and everything they did to facilitate my life, could never be repaid.

I look at the United States of America in very much the same way.

It is not perfect. Nothing is. It has its problems, and there are things we see today that give us great cause for concern. But this country has provided a framework never seen anywhere else in history. It is rooted in freedom, and it is rooted in liberty. In my lifetime alone, wrongs have been made right, while others are still a work in progress.

While I do not like the message of those who scream and shout about how much they hate this country, I love the fact that we live in a country where they can do so without being arrested or killed.

While I have a problem with the message of existing and potential political leaders expressing antisemitism, I am grateful to live in a country where the vast majority of people, and most importantly the leadership of the country, prioritize our safety and well-being.

Ironically, the political strife and disagreement in this country only happen because this country provides the freedom for them to happen. Think about that the next time you want to express disdain for a nation that gives you the opportunity to do so because it allows people to live and speak freely.

Yes, there are exceptions to all these positives I speak of, and yes, these are concerning times. But to that I offer this message: throughout history, America has faced challenges. I am sure this is not the first time many people have declared, “We’re in trouble.”

But going back to the analogy of my parents, even when I might not see it, I choose to trust. I chose to trust them, and I choose to trust the United States of America.

This is arguably — some may say it is not even arguable — the best country the world has ever seen. It is not perfect. It never was, and it never will be. But for all it has offered us, and for all it has given us, and for the principles for which it stands, it has earned our affection, our appreciation, and yes, it has earned our trust.

Happy Birthday, America.


How One 14 Year old Student Proved Why Holocaust Education Matters

When you do what I do, you always hope you are making a difference. You hope that somewhere deep inside someone, you move the needle, even a little, toward good deeds and positive action. This is a story of how my work touched one person, a middle school student no more than 14 years old.

As of the date I am writing this, since November 2025 I have spoken or participated in Holocaust Awareness Programs at five middle schools and three high schools. At each event I bring a copy of my book, Jew Face: A story of love and heroism in Nazi-occupied Holland. At two of these schools I was the sole speaker, presenting to a group of students. Six of the events, all five middle schools and one high school, were Holocaust Student Awareness Days.

These programs bring together Holocaust survivors and what are known as 2Gs, or second generation, the children of Holocaust survivors, a group I am part of. The events are organized by Insight Through Education, a remarkable organization doing important work in Holocaust education. After each of us speaks briefly to the full group, we are each assigned a table of about 15 students, where we share our story or the story we represent. In my case, with the help of my book, I speak about how my parents survived the Nazi occupation of Holland, the family members who were murdered on both sides, and the extraordinary story of Bram’s Violin, which found its way back to our family 76 years after my mother’s brother Bram was murdered in Auschwitz.

I spend about an hour and a half with the students at my table. I encourage questions and discussion, and I let them know that the student who makes the greatest impact through their engagement will receive the copy of my book that I brought with me.

I never struggle to find a deserving student, but I do struggle to choose just one. At one recent event, while there were several strong candidates, one young man stood out immediately. His enthusiasm, curiosity, and level of engagement made the decision clear. For the record, he was not Jewish and had no direct connection to the Holocaust. Still, he showed genuine excitement and gratitude when he received the book.

Those feelings were confirmed the following day, when I attended a brunch organized by Insight Through Education. As I was leaving, I had the chance to speak with the teacher and head of Holocaust studies at that same middle school. She told me that the student was so excited about the book that he was carrying it with him everywhere, reading it, and already planning to lend it to her when he finished. She told me that my story had made a real impact on him.

No one can predict what the future holds, but we do know that if you can change one person, you can change the world. Every time I speak, whether to young people or adults, the goal is to reach people in a meaningful way. Many times you sense it, but on this occasion I was given something more concrete.

I was reminded that the work is landing exactly where it needs to. That it stays with people. That it continues beyond the room.

And that is why I will continue doing it.

Am Yisrael Chai

Never Again Is Now!

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