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This was America, 1865-1965 : unequal citizens in the segregated republic
\"By examining experiences of Jewish Americans in the hundred years between the American Civil War and the African American Civil Rights Revolution, this book focuses on citizens of the republic, each of whom usually spent their daily lives in black and white \"republican peoplehoods.\" In a Euro-American network of information moving freight, forced laborers, and paying passengers, some of the white ones, commanding the nation's \"public square,\" structured a segregated republic and capitalist society lasting during WWII. Then it was that the information network brought news about the war's genocidal Final Solution, about the Holocaust that murdered millions of Jews. This political economy sustained a hierarchy of privatized ethnic groups, whose race and religion, in their norms of \"ethnicking,\" was used to deprive them of legal and equal collective standing in the United States. \"This Was America\" is a book about those privatized identities that the years of the Civil Rights Revolution would bring into the public square of the nation's republic\"-- Provided by publisher.
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Nightmare's Fairy Tale
Fleeing the Nazis in the months before World War II, the Korman family scattered from a Polish refugee camp with the hope of reuniting in America. The father sailed to Cuba on the ill-fated
St. Louis ; the mother left for the United States after sending her two sons on a Kindertransport. One of the sons was Gerd Korman, whose memoir follows his own path—from the family’s deportation from Hamburg, through his time with an Anglican family in rural England, to the family’s reunited life in New York City. His memoir plumbs the depths of twentieth-century history to rescue the remarkable life story of one of its survivors.
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Nightmare's Fairy Tale
Fleeing the Nazis in the months before World War II, the Korman family scattered from a Polish refugee camp with the hope of reuniting in America. The father sailed to Cuba on the ill-fated St. Louis ; the mother left for the United States after sending her two sons on a Kindertransport. One of the sons was Gerd Korman, whose memoir follows his own path—from the family’s deportation from Hamburg, through his time with an Anglican family in rural England, to the family’s reunited life in New York City. His memoir plumbs the depths of twentieth-century history to rescue the remarkable life story of one of its survivors.
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Pappi’s cable from Mobile arrived on Friday, July 19. Together with his younger orphaned DPs, he had arrived at State Docks around 9 p.m. the evening before, excited and proud, but also sobered by a scary experience when the ship had called at its first American port, Poco Grande, Florida. Some of the crew had been given shore leave, and Pappi was allowed to take his first walk on U.S. soil: Florida was where he should have ended up after Cuba had sent the St. Louis out of Havana. Suddenly, around 11:30 p.m., he had to deal with the curses
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World War II shortened our stay to a few days. We had arrived on August 29. On September 1 Germany invaded Poland; which prompted England to enter the war. As London sent up its barrage balloons to protect against air raids and blackened the upper half of its automobile headlights, we explored the neighborhoods in which our new family lived. It was near Speaker’s Corner in Hyde Park, Westminster, with its shops and movie theaters. We also started to attend a parochial school, the Jewish Free School of London. To a four-year veteran of Hamburg’s Talmud Torah Schule, the famous
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Everything changed that dark Friday morning when a policeman banged us awake and ordered us out of Germany. We panicked, protested, dressed, and packed, in ten minutes. Then he took us down the stairs, out the front door, down the stoop, up the street, and to the nearby police station, which just yesterday had protected Jews in the neighborhood. On this fateful October 28, 1938, we surrendered our only passport and joined shaken friends and acquaintances, some wearing prayer shawls and phylacteries. Around 9:30 a.m., as a small crowd jeered, we were driven away in open trucks. They stopped at
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