The Legacy We Carry: Growing Up in the Shadow of Auschwitz

People often think the Holocaust ended in 1945, when the camps were liberated, the killing stopped and the surviving prisoners were finally freed. Yet for many families, the Holocaust did not truly end. It changed form and continued through memory, silence, loss and the emotional inheritance carried by the next generation.

I know this because I grew up in its shadow. My mother survived Auschwitz, forced labour, a death march, liberation, displacement and the difficult task of rebuilding a life in Canada. Many members of her family did not survive. They were murdered in Auschwitz simply because they were Jewish, and their absence became part of our family’s identity.

The Family You Never Meet

Every family has stories about grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. In our family, there were also empty spaces: names I learned but people I would never know, faces preserved only in photographs and branches of the family tree that ended in Auschwitz.

As a child, I did not fully understand why our maternal family seemed smaller than others. Only later did I grasp that entire generations had been destroyed. The Nazis did not simply murder individuals; they attempted to erase families, communities, traditions and futures.

That loss did not end with those who were murdered. It became part of the lives of those who survived and, in turn, part of the lives of their children.

The Meaning of Silence

Like many Holocaust survivors, my mother rarely spoke in detail about what she had endured. When she did, she was measured, factual and without self-pity. She focused more on rebuilding her life than on revisiting the horrors she had survived.

The silence itself became part of our family language. Children are remarkably perceptive, and even when survivors did not explain what had happened, many of us sensed that there were places we should not go with our questions. We learned that some memories caused pain, that certain subjects changed the atmosphere in a room and that the past was never entirely past.

Generational trauma is not always transmitted through direct stories. It can also be communicated through silence, anxiety, emotional restraint and an unspoken awareness that safety should never be taken for granted.

Living With Vigilance

For many children of Holocaust survivors, security is not an abstract concept. It becomes instinctive. You notice exits, pay attention to changes in the behaviour of people around you and remain alert to warning signs others may dismiss.

Throughout my career in physical security and risk management, I have often wondered how much of my professional outlook was shaped by my mother’s experience. My work requires me to identify vulnerabilities, assess warning signs and consider what may happen if risks are ignored. Those skills were developed professionally, but the instinct behind them may have been present much earlier.

Trauma does not always pass from one generation to the next through words. It can also pass through habits, caution and an ingrained understanding that ordinary life can change faster than most people believe possible.

The Weight of Responsibility

As Holocaust survivors have grown older, many of their children have inherited another responsibility: preserving the stories.

We have become custodians of experiences we did not personally endure but cannot allow to disappear. When my mother recorded her testimony for the USC Shoah Foundation in 1997, she preserved her voice for future generations. Years later, I felt a responsibility to build upon that testimony by researching archival records across Europe and North America and documenting her journey as accurately as possible.

That work became my book, Taken. Numbered. Survived. It tells the story of her deportation to Auschwitz, forced labour, survival, death march, liberation, displacement and eventual rebuilding of a new life in Canada. The second part of the book contains extensive archival documentation supporting the narrative in the first.

I did not write the book because I wanted to remain trapped in history. I wrote it because the generation of survivors is disappearing, and their stories must not disappear with them. If those accounts are not preserved, documented and shared, they become increasingly vulnerable to distortion, denial and forgetting.

Why I Am Writing Again

I am now writing a new book, When Is It Too Late? Holocaust Lessons on Risk, Decision Making, and the Failure to Act.It grows directly out of the questions that have shaped my life as the son of a Holocaust survivor and my career in security risk management.

The book does not argue that every present-day threat is comparable to the Holocaust. Such comparisons can be historically careless and morally misleading. Instead, it examines how individuals, families and institutions recognize danger, interpret warning signs and decide when action can no longer be delayed.

I believe this is important because catastrophic events rarely begin in their final form. They develop through changes in language, the normalization of hatred, the weakening of institutions, the isolation of targeted groups and the repeated dismissal of warning signs. People do not usually fail to act because they clearly see the future and choose disaster. More often, they delay because the evidence remains incomplete, the cost of acting seems too high and ordinary life continues just convincingly enough to encourage hope.

For survivor families, these are not abstract questions. They are part of our inheritance. We know that hindsight can make past choices appear obvious, even when they were anything but obvious to the people living through them. My new book explores that difficult space between uncertainty and action and asks what history can teach us before danger becomes irreversible.

I am writing it because remembering what happened is not enough. We must also examine how people understood what was happening, why so many remained uncertain and why meaningful action became so difficult. The purpose is not to predict the future with certainty, but to help readers think more seriously about risk, responsibility and the consequences of waiting too long.

When the Past Feels Present

For many children of Holocaust survivors, the events of October 7, 2023, and the surge in antisemitism that followed reopened emotions long associated with another era.

Watching Jewish civilians murdered because they were Jewish was horrifying. Watching some people minimize, justify or celebrate that violence was deeply disturbing. It raised questions that have long lived in the minds of survivor families: How quickly can hatred spread? How do ordinary people respond when a minority is targeted? At what point do warning signs become too serious to ignore?

These questions are not based on fear alone. They arise from historical memory and from an understanding that persecution rarely begins with its final form. It often begins with language, exclusion, normalization and the gradual weakening of moral boundaries.

Trauma and Strength

The phrase “generational trauma” often focuses on what has been damaged, but that is only part of the inheritance. Survivors also passed on resilience, determination and a powerful commitment to rebuilding.

My mother lost much of her family and nearly everything that had defined her early life. Yet she survived, immigrated to Canada, married, raised children and created a meaningful future. She chose life after confronting a system designed to deny her one.

The Nazis failed in their ultimate objective. They did not erase our family, our identity or our future. Every child and grandchild who came after my mother’s survival represented a continuation of the life they had tried to extinguish.

Generational trauma is real, but so is generational strength. The legacy of survivors is not limited to suffering. It also includes courage, perseverance and the ability to create meaning after unimaginable loss.

Remembering as Responsibility

As the number of living Holocaust survivors continues to decline, memory increasingly becomes the responsibility of their children and grandchildren. That responsibility does not require us to live permanently in the past, but it does require us to preserve the truth and understand what that history can teach us.

The Holocaust is not only the story of perpetrators and victims. It is also the story of the families who continued after liberation, carrying memories that shaped their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

I did not survive Auschwitz. My mother did. Her survival became part of who I am, influencing how I understand family, risk, security, hatred, resilience and responsibility.

The trauma was inherited, but so was the strength to confront it. Our responsibility now is to ensure that when the last survivor is gone, their voices do not disappear. Their stories must continue to speak through those of us who remain.

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