something all should watch: beth lane’s unbroken

Beth Lane is the daughter of a Holocaust survivor. Her mother and her six siblings survived together in Nazi Germany and immigrated together to the United States. Considering the times and what they were just trying to survive while in Germany, this is nothing sort of remarkable and kind of a miracle.

The documentary also gives a glimpse into a courageous and beautiful love story of her grandparents. Her mother was Jewish, her father was not as a child in the 60s. I remember those “mixed marriages” were still somewhat frowned upon and as a matter of fact, I distinctly remember people next-door to us in Society Hill. One spouse was Catholic, and one was Jewish and half of their families wouldn’t speak to them. I remember that distinctly as a kid because it struck me as so sad.

There is the sheer wonder of these kids (the Weber 7) surviving together as their own family unit and getting here to the US. A spoiler alert is they weren’t actually separated until they arrived in the US post -World War II, yet they all found their way back to one another, although so many years (decades) later.

The story of how they survived during World War II is something as you watch it. You feel your heart in your throat and even though it’s not your family, there were so many times during this that I could feel tears in my eyes. It was so remarkable that they survived and it was so amazing what people did to help them stay alive.

As I said to the filmmaker, Beth Lane, as we were corresponding, as a nation of immigrants, I think her documentary is also very timely for that reason alone.

This beautiful body of work reminds us of what it took for people to come here and how we have to show more grace for immigrants for lack of a better description (and I don’t necessarily like the over use of the word grace but it somehow seems applicable here.)

After all, would you or I be here if there wasn’t someone in our family tree who came here from someplace else?

These Weber children survived their mother being taken to Auschwitz where she was killed. Even before the mother was taken, the father had been taken to a camp and then released after a few months. and these kids survived through the kindness of strangers living in a hut in Port on a farm in Germany can you imagine doing that? Can you imagine being able to survive like that? I can’t, and they did.

I’m going to share Beth Lane’s Director’s statement from her website:

On September 11, 2001, I stood next to the Empire State Building, watching smoke billow above the skyscrapers moments before the Twin Towers fell. Shock and fear gripped everyone around me as I moved swiftly to get as far away from 34th Street and 5th Avenue as possible. Bridges, tunnels, and trains on and off the island of Manhattan were closed indefinitely. I made a call to a friend back in my suburban neighborhood, asking her to retrieve my three children from elementary school. I gave her my sister’s phone number in Chicago, “just in case” — a call I will never forget.

As a child, I had been assured the Holocaust could never happen again. Yet, in that moment, it felt like history’s darkest echoes had returned — racism, hatred, and violence erupting in New York City.

My mother, Ginger, lived a life that mirrored Job’s trials. Born into poverty in Berlin, she watched the Gestapo shove her mother into a black car, never to return. She became one of the “Weber Siblings,” seven hidden children of the Holocaust who survived against all odds. After the war, they immigrated to America through the Jewish Children’s Bureau, only to be separated and placed in different foster homes. My mother was adopted, and social workers advised her new parents to sever ties with her biological family to help her “acclimate.”

She always told my siblings and me that we would never meet her biological brothers and sisters. But in 1986, 40 years after her emigration, that changed. Mom reunited with Alfons, Senta, Ruth, Gertrude, Renee, and Judith — siblings who had stayed connected and quietly tracked her whereabouts. I learned of the reunion after the fact, living in another state, and always wondered what that moment must have felt like.

Ten years later, the Weber siblings gathered again to celebrate the 50th anniversary of their emigration. They stood on my mother’s front lawn in front of a giant poster of the Statue of Liberty, posing for a photo as if they had never been apart.

At that 1996 reunion, our cousin Lynn compiled a massive scrapbook chronicling the family’s history, filled with photos and documents. Uncle Alfons wrote a 40-page account of his memories, helping us piece together their story. He even traveled back to Worin, Germany, where the siblings had been hidden for two years. He, Aunt Gertrude, and my mother worked tirelessly to gather the documents needed to honor Arthur and Paula Schmidt — the quiet heroes who risked their lives to hide the Weber children. They submitted an application to Yad Vashem to have the Schmidts named “Righteous Among the Nations.” Though Alfons was alive when the designation was approved, he passed away in 2016, just six months before the official ceremony in Jerusalem.

In 2017, after 72 years of refusing to return to Berlin, my mom decided to pick up Alfons’ mantle and travel back to Worin. My sister, father, and I accompanied her. That day changed my life, and I committed to making a major motion picture to ensure that the Schmidts — and all the silent heroes who chose courage over complicity — would never be forgotten.

UnBroken became my siren call to honor these incredible upstanders. I chose to focus on the goodness in people, to highlight bold acts of generosity, bravery, and kindness.

Over my seven-year journey to make this film, it became my response to the events shaping our world today. Hope will always triumph over evil — yesterday, today, and forevermore.

And in many ways, UnBroken was the gift I gave myself for missing that 1986 reunion — a way to finally step into the story and carry it forward.

Only three siblings survive according to Beth’s website. That would be her mother Ginger (or Bela), Judith, and Gertrude.

This is on Netflix and it is so worth watching. Seriously, it’s beautiful and it’s such a tribute to a family that survived literally the impossible during a time that was so ugly and we need that reminder today we need to be reminded that things like this happen if we aren’t good stewards of our world.

Through the website you can also arrange for a screening: https://bethlane.com/

Enjoy this beautiful spring day.

whose america are we living in?

When you see photos like this they just make you happy. Obviously in love, on their wedding day, their whole lives ahead of them. Until ICE (immigration) shows up like modern day Nazis at the Septa train station in Haverford and arrests the husband.

I used to live in Haverford.  I used to work near Haverford Train Station.  I grew up in Haverford.  I just can’t imagine the terror this man felt.  I learned about his plight when a friend posted on Facebook:

 

I thought this possibly couldn’t be true, then I remember conversations I have had with people even locally in Chester County about ICE going into schools, ICE raiding restaurants and other businesses country and city, ICE rounding people up off the streets and throwing them into vans, asking for papers at SEPTA stops in Philadelphia (a supposed “sanctuary city”), tales of immigrants with “go” bags packed by their front doors in case they have to run, and does this seem crazy that we are living in a country that allows this?

We are a nation formed of immigrants.  Give us your tired, your hungry, your poor.  I have friends who emigrated to this country.  I thank God that all of them are legal citizens.

Jonatan Palacios is his name.  His lovely wife Lillie Williams has a You Caring Page up. I don’t know them personally, but what is being done to them is a crazy horror show at the hands of the US Government.

I am going to let HER words tell THEIR story.  Lillie pardon me for copying and pasting your message, but your words have power:

The Story

My name is Lillie Williams and early yesterday morning, on May 11th, immigration ripped me away from my husband. 

We are working with a lawyer to get him out and get him back home to me as soon as possible, but we need help covering all of the expenses, fees, and loss of income as we work to do everything I can to get Jonatan out and back to his home and family.

Why did we get caught in this mess? Because we were going through proper legal motions. We submitted an I-130 spousal petition for him in October. We were working with the system to correct his legal status from his case when he entered as an unaccompanied minor at the age of 16. 

Jonatan is my best friend and soulmate. I appreciate any help and support that you can provide to help us through this difficult time. 

Background:

Jonatan and I had went on our first date the summer before my Junior year at Bryn Mawr College, on May 24th, 2010.

My roommate at the time had been dating Jonatan’s older brother for about a year before we started dating. Always thinking herself the matchmaker, she had made several attempts at getting Jonatan and I together before it finally happened. The final straw that brought the two of us together was a mishap one night, where my roommate had accidentally locked me out of the apartment in my pajamas when she was late to a date with Jonatan’s brother. I called my forgetful Italian friend to please turn around and let me back in, but instead she sent Jonatan to my rescue. He then had my number and asked if he could keep it.We started dating only a few months later and it was as if there was a magnetic force that brought us together. We were inseparable. Then, several hard events in my life happened which brought us even closer together. We both became each other’s home.

We were legally married at one one of our favorite restaurants in Philadelphia, Amada on October 11th, 2014 and a year later we had our religious wedding ceremony with friends and family at Philadelphia’s Magic Gardens on October 15th, 2015. 

The pastor from Jonatan’s church officiated with the service in Spanish and translated into English so that everyone there would understand. It was one of the happiest evenings of our lives.

When we were getting ready to get married, I learned about Jonatan’s case. I thought that it was something that we would be able to resolve with marriage– since I am a born United States Citizen and my ancestry goes back in the United States to colonial days I thought it would be a simple case of petitioning for him once we were married. I found out after that the case was a lot more complicated than either of us had thought.

It turns out that people don’t become citizens simply through marriage to a US Citizen Spouse. It is a long and difficult process and sometimes, if you are unlucky, things can go wrong with your case. 

More About the Issue:

If you would like to know more about the overall issue, there is a whole organization of families like mine that have gone through or are going through similar issues, American Families United. You can learn more by going to http://www.americanfamiliesunited.org/.

 

This is so unreal.  Their crime was being naïve and thinking they could trust the United States of America. They filed what they thought was the correct paperwork and instead of help, he gets arrested at the Septa station in Haverford with assistance by Lower Merion Police Department.  Ok, so let’s be fair, I am guessing Lower Merion Police Department did not have much choice in the matter when the Federal Government comes calling, but can you imagine the abject terror he must have felt along with anyone else who was around there on May 11th?

Ok so those of you who are die hard conservatives are getting ready to sharpen your keyboards and read me the riot act for this post, but please.

Don’t.

Stop and think about this for a moment.  This young couple were trying to right a wrong. They were not trying to be deceitful.  Now this guy is sitting in some jail facility in York, PA and do we even know if he has been able to see his wife? Or other family?  They were not hiding and they were punished anyway.

For every one of these stories I hear, the mental image of World War II come to mind.  The stories of Holocaust survivors and immigrants of another century telling the stories of Nazis demanding papers during World War II era Europe.  Tell me, how is this different? Because it is happening under the banner of the United States of America?

What is it that is carved on Lady Liberty? What is the exact figure of immigrants who came through Ellis Island and passed the Statue of Liberty between 1820 and 1920? 34 Million? This is the poem Lady Liberty wears:

“The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“”Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!”” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

 

There is a vigil planned for Jonatan Palacios on June 8th.  There is a Facebook event set up

If you care to contribute to the young couple’s legal expenses (immigration lawyers are not cheap), please visit You Caring Help Jonatan Palacios be reunited with his wife and family!

I am the descendant of immigrants.  I am descended from three nationalities which were once discriminated against and disparaged against – Irish, German, Italian.  I grew up with many tales including “Irish need not apply” and WOP jokes and disparaging German comments . I fear for my legal US citizen friends who emigrated here because some still have the lingering traces of the countries they were born in.  What could be done to them in error because they don’t have your typical American accent?

Whether you know this couple or not, if you can peacefully or peaceably help, help.  Attend the vigil, write elected officials (including all 14 commissioners in Lower Merion Township to ask WTF??,  essentially.)

Whose America is this? Whose America are we living in?  I am not sure  and I am so sad at this latest turn of events.