In 1939, I left the village of Kippenheim

In 1939, I left the village of Kippenheim, Germany, on a Kindertransport – a small group of children allowed to

go to England – thus surviving the Holocaust. In December, I went to Israel to honor the memory of my parents,

Ella and Hugo Wachenheimer, who did not survive the war against the Jews. At a monument near Jerusalem, I lit

candles for my parents and for the other 80,000 Jews deported from France to the death camps. It is impossible

to visit Israel these days without being aware of the constant threat posed by terrorists. Suicide bombs kill

and maim innocent persons riding in buses or taking a meal in a restaurant. We Jews who survived the Shoah know

all too well that the intentional targeting of civilians is illegal and immoral. So I grieve the loss of life

in Jerusalem from the suicide bombs.

But I also grieve the loss of life in Palestine, which occurs almost on a daily basis. So I went to Palestine

as a member of the International Solidarity Movement to observe the difficult conditions of daily life under

military occupation. It would have been enough to reach out and touch just one Palestinian and place my hand on

her shoulder and tell her that I was with her in her pain. But I saw and did much more.