I’ll be honest. I have started and restarted this article numerous times. Every time I think I have articulated the enduring legacy of intergenerational trauma that has been caused by the Holocaust, I feel as though I haven’t really done the subject justice.
It’s daunting to encapsulate how devastating the genocide and enslavement of millions of Jews was by documenting the effects it had upon my own family.
I feel a great sense of responsibility to every family who was touched by these atrocities. As such, I approach this article with a sense of urgency to convey the intricacies of how religious trauma is born, festers, evolves, and implodes within a family who never really had the opportunity to resolve it.