I am a World War II veteran and Shoah survivor. I was with the “Red One” First Division, serving three and a half years — I saw Africa, Belgium, and landed on Omaha Beach on D-Day. (You might have seen a front page article in the New York Times from years ago about a Jewish service I conducted on German soil, the first such service since the Nazis came to power; the service was broadcast from coast to coast in the States.)
The article about which I am writing is from May 6, by Chaya Ostrower regarding Shoah survivors using humor as a form of resistance (“For Survivors, Humor As A Form Of Resistance”). I have met many Shoah survivors and I never heard any humor in the stories they mentioned. Many were reluctant to even talk about it. The only thing that they were interested in was finding their loved ones.
I don’t know where Ostrower got the idea that there was Jewish humor in the Shoah, because I can’t see any of it. I am 94 years old, and in all the years I have met survivors, I never saw any humor in their stories.