Identity In Wartime And The Mirage Of Normalcy

I was born and raised by an Ashkenazi Jewish mother. She entered this world in Berlin, Germany, at the advent of the Nazi era, subsequent child of Der Kindertransport, and by a father who, in infancy, was abandoned, at the outset of the Great Depression on the doorsteps of a Baptist orphanage in rural Missouri, and was adopted by a married couple of mix…