Representing a holocaust and its continuing impact on successive generations. The future of holocaust memory and jewish identity, memory is connected very specifically to identity. You dont know your past, you dont know your present, and you cant begin to speculate about the future. I want to suggest that there is been a major paradigm shift from the writings of survivors to those of their descendants, their daughters and their sons. So as ellyviccel explains we leave the literature of testimony and that is what the writers are writing, what they gave us and were going to the Second Generation. What do we know about the Second Generation generally . One thing we know, they inherit the trauma, and the Second Generation is both the first and the last. That is to say the last generation that has contact, physical contact with the survivors. Their parents. And they are the first generation, the first generation born after the holocaust and born into freedom. So the first and they are the l
Identity. You dont know your past, you dont know your present, and you cant begin to speculate about the future. I want to suggest that there is been a major paradigm shift from the writings of survivors to those of their descendants, their daughters and their sons. So as elly viccel explains we leave the literature of testimony and that is what the survivors are writing, what they gave us and were going to the Second Generation. What do we know about the Second Generation generally . One thing we know, they inherit the trauma, and the Second Generation is both the first and the last. That is to say the last generation that has contact, physical contact with the survivors. Their parents. And they are the first generation, the first generation born after the holocaust and born into freedom. So the first and they are the last. The Second Generation got a very big impetuous from a woman named Helen Epstein. Helen epstein is herself a daughter of survivors in czechoslovakia. In 1979 she pu
At this premiere night for a new production of Ashley’s Foreign Experiences, the stage holds seven desks, each fronted by a piece of corrugated metal. Hanging at the back are some large sheets of metal, with a small window set high into one. The feeling is a bare room at night, a space for an isolated figure alone with their thoughts. There’s nothing left but the mind of madness.