Most of us were not in Europe in the 1930s. My parents and grandparents were. Most of them did not survive. My grandmother, for instance, left one day, never to return. Her mother went after her and she also did not return.
Most of us derive our “knowledge” of the Holocaust from stories we have heard, accounts we have read in books or scenes we have seen in movies. Some of us know, or have known or met, Holocaust survivors, most of us have not.
When it began, Jews were being humiliated or beaten senselessly in the streets of Vienna, Hamburg, Strasbourg, Dusseldorf or Warsaw. Elegant women, religious men, young children, the elderly, no one was spared. They were stripped of their dignity, first as Jews, then as human beings. Then the systematic extermination began.