Why shouldn’t children’s writers talk about refugees, persecution, and genocide? | Books
There was always the mystery of my father's uncles. My father was an enthusiast, he loved jokes, especially Jewish ones, songs, poems, plays, stories and soccer, but he showed sadness at the loss. The way he talked about uncles was: “You know I had two uncles in France… they were there at the beginning of the war; they weren't there in the end. "As my brother and I got older, we would push him and he would say," They must have died in the camps. "What camps? I asked myself. Where? What did the word mean? And why France?Another mystery about our father was that he was an American. Although she was born in the United States, she had lived in London since the age of two. The story was that his mother and his Polish father, the brother of these French uncles, had separated in Brockton,...