A Parent Is Born
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A Parent Is Born

My Grandfather Was A Nazi

Overcoming the shame of family sins.

Man giving Nazi salute 1930s — IgorGolovniov/Shutterstock

While I didn’t know what exactly a Nazi was in 1974, I knew about our family’s dark secret by at least five years old. I overheard Mom yelling at Dad in loud whispers — trying to keep their argument out of earshot, but the yell-whispers ended up being louder than a regular indoor talking voice. Like those cell phone vibrations that are louder than actual ringtones.

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Because the moment a child is born, a parent is born, too.

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Jeffrey Kass

Jeffrey Kass

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