As far as the content of the video—the murder of the Jews at Liepāja—goes, it’s fortunate that Edward Anders, the Holocaust survivor who documented that history in detail, has been scrupulous about distinguishing between the Latvians who were and were not complicit in the crimes.
Pyotr who lives in Kurland, Schengen Space
Read the Tony Judt book (Thinking the Twentieth Century) to expand your knowledge about Jews you’ve apparently never met. Read Eduards Anderss to curb your “anti-Lettisism.” Stop feeding “anti-Lettisism.”
Šī gada 19. septembrī, trešdienā plkst. 19:00
EDWARD ANDERS - grāmatas “Amidst Latvians During the Holocaust” autors uzstāsies Burlingame bibliotēkā un stāstīs par savu dzīvi karalaika Latvijā un kā viņš izglābās no nāves, geto un nometnēm.
Kirkus Reviews E.Andersa grāmatu novērtējuši kā vienu no labākajām 2011. gada grāmatām.
Recenziju var izlasīt šeit: https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/edward-anders/amidst-latvians-during-holocaust/
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On Wednesday, September 19th at 7:00 PM EDWARD ANDERS, author of Amidst Latvians During the Holocaust, will talk at Burlingame Public Library about his life in wartime Latvia and how, by an audacious lie, he evaded execution, ghettos, and camps.
Kirkus’ Review
AMIDST LATVIANS DURING THE HOLOCAUST (reviewed on October 15, 2011)
A Jewish teenager views World War II from a very precarious perch—Nazi-occupied Latvia—in this quietly harrowing memoir.
Anders, a prominent chemist, was 15-years-old when the German army rolled into his hometown of Liepaja, Latvia, in 1941. Faced with the Germans’ murderous anti-Semitic policies, his middle-class Jewish parents hit upon a desperate survival strategy—his mother, Erica, would claim to be a German foundling raised by a Jewish family. The ploy didn’t save his father, who was dragged from their apartment and shot in a mass execution, but it gave Erica the provisional status of an Aryan and her two sons that of half-Jews—a gray area in the Nazi racial taxonomy that sheltered them from the worst persecution. The scheme became a cat-and-mouse game with skeptical Nazi officials; the family gleaned one temporary reprieve after another as they amassed bogus documentation of German ancestry—the author used his knowledge of chemistry to alter identity papers—always aware that one false step could lead to a rejection of their claim and consignment to a death camp. It’s a nerve-wracking saga in which life and death depend on a capricious fate, and the author tells it with an absorbing lucidity. Writing with an almost scientific detachment, he sketches vivid portraits of the people around him—Erica, whose manipulative charm saved herself and her children, is especially vibrant—and shrewdly analyzes their actions under duress. He also presents an even-handed assessment of Latvia’s collective responsibility for war crimes under German occupation—he testified at the Nuremburg Trials in 1948—and concludes that, while some collaborated in atrocities, most Latvians deplored them and many gave crucial help to Jewish neighbors, including his family. Anders’ subdued, matter-of-fact account bears witness to terror and sorrow without histrionics, and to a simple moral vision—“I met enough decent, brave, and noble Germans and Latvians during the war to be immunized against prejudice”—that resonates.
A testament of remarkable clarity and humanity, wrung from dark experience.
curb your “anti-Lettisism.” Stop feeding “anti-Lettisim.”
What are you on about, Parsley?
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Let me help translate ambers “parslavonic” dialect. I have extensive experience in being the receiver of “parslavonic” communiques.
Parsley is manipulating your name (she enjoys slavic derivatives immensely!) and accusing you of actually living in Latvia - as in the modern Republic and not, you know, Michigan.
Then she goes on to talk about Jews Parsley has never met and books she hasn’t read.
There’s a book event in Burlingame, that isn’t in Latvia, that Parsley wont attend as there may be some anti-Letticists ( or something) there.
How amusing to watch a grown man degrade himself in stupid and embarrassing posts while trying to convince others he treads on the high ground - or seriously cares about “anti-Semitism” - in Lithuania, Kaunas - and the Anderss book (he’ll never read, even in its English translation). If one is so used to ugly brass knuckles on those simian knuckles one is dragging around, one probably wouldn’t notice one is flailing from a fetid swamp.
Maybe PC can get his fwend widas to pwoofwead for missing diacritics.
How amusing to watch a grown man degrade himself in stupid and embarrassing posts while trying to convince others he treads on the high ground
Degrade ? Parsley - I gave your ad hominem attack on Peteris all of the seriousness that it so richly deserved.
- or seriously cares about “anti-Semitism” - in Lithuania, Kaunas - and the Anderss book (he’ll never read, even in its English translation).
I have serious concern regarding anti semitism - particularly when its supported by you Parsley. The previously noted LOL forum participant who you showered Lettish heroic praise on never hesitates in his offering of anti semitic opinion. Others have offered similiar sentiments even recently.
Your silence in decrying those posts is of note. Fumigate your own house before thinking of wagging fingers Princess.
If one is so used to ugly brass knuckles on those simian knuckles one is dragging around, one probably wouldn’t notice one is flailing from a fetid swamp.
The stench of your fetid swamp is familiar to you. It’s sense of home fosters your noted silence when the dreams of wars gone bad return to be celebrated.
Maybe PC can get his fwend widas to pwoofwead for missing diacritics.
The parslavonic dialect has diacritics ? Certainly could never tell from reading old parslavonic texts. They are so angular and archaic in form.
Making it very clear, the beginning of post #7 was directed to Wahabist/Vidas. It was my final attempt to stop his unrelenting stalking and his consistently abusive posts.
This LoL poster does not even know me but persists in pretending some real knowledge of who I am and even where I live, with some perplexing zeal to “out” my real identity beyond “ambersun.”
I use my real name. Do you?
And why do you call him Vidas and not “Wahabist”, “ambersun”?