
I was born into a family of poor tailors in Lodz, Poland.  I was only 17 when the Nazis occupied my town. A curfew was imposed, and it  became difficult to get food. I often had to risk being caught in order to get  food for my family. I remember being picked up for violating the curfew and  being taken to an army barracks. There, I was forced to labor for ten hours  before I was released. In November I was sent to borrow an iron for my father.  I was caught and badly beaten. The brutality and killings continued until I  decided that leaving my beloved city was the only alternative.
            
In vain I tried to persuade my  family to leave, but was eventually forced to leave by myself—a decision that  was one of the most difficult things I ever had to do. With great  determination, I jumped a cattle car and headed for the Russian border, but  was, once again, caught and beaten by border guards. For a while I found refuge  in the woods outside of Bialystock but was eventually caught and deported to  Russia where I chopped trees for a year. Later I was transported near Iran to  work in an army factory making acid. Until 1941 I was able to communicate with  my family, but when Germany and Russia went to war, all contact was lost. I  remained in Russia for the next five years.
After the war, I made my way back to Lodz, only to learn  that my family had been murdered in Auschwitz and my proud city, once a  world-famous center of Jewish culture, was destroyed. For years after the war,  alcohol was my only solace. The drinking almost killed me, but it was the only  way to escape the pain. Slowly, I began to rebuild my life in Poland. I married  and had two children, but life in Poland was difficult. Antisemitism was  rampant and the Communist government was all too reminiscent of the hated Nazi  regime.
Finally, my wife, my son and I  came to Rochester where I worked at Xerox Corporation. Nine years later, with  the help of Congressman Frank Horton, I was finally able to bring my daughter  and son-in-law to America. I am proud of my four grandsons and their  accomplishments. I try to teach them what can happen if we do not act to  prevent hatred.
Biography  from the
          Holocaust, Genocide, and Human Rights Project, Monroe Community College
          Photograph by Louis Ouzer