My Grandfather Was A Nazi
Overcoming the shame of family sins.
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.