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What's It Like To Be Black And Have A Famous Nazi Grandfather?

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Jennifer Teege is a German-born black woman who — during her quest to learn more about her birth family — uncovered a surprising connection to the Holocaust and Amon Goeth, the Nazi commander famously portrayed in Steven Spielberg's Schindler's List. The following article appeared on the website of the Jewish newspaper Haaretz, which has made the story available to NPR readers as a courtesy.

In the mid-1990s, near the end of the period during which she lived in Israel, Jennifer Teege watched Steven Spielberg's film Schindler's List. She hadn't seen the film in a movie theater, and watched it in her rented room in Tel Aviv when it was broadcast on television.

"It was a moving experience for me, but I didn't learn much about the Holocaust from it," she tells me by phone from her home in Hamburg, mostly in English with a sprinkling of Hebrew. "I'd learned and read a great deal about the Holocaust before that. At the time I thought the film was important mainly because it heightened international awareness of the Holocaust, but I didn't think I had a personal connection to it."

Indeed, it was not until years later that Teege, a German-born black woman who was given up for adoption as a child, discovered that one of the central characters in the film, Amon Goeth, was her grandfather. Many viewers recall the figure of Goeth, the brutal commander of the Plaszow concentration camp in Poland — played in the film by Ralph Fiennes — from the scenes in which he shoots Jewish inmates from the porch of his home. But Teege, who had not been in touch with either her biological mother or biological grandmother for years, had no idea about the identity of her grandfather.

 
There would not be many in that situation.

It could pose some cognitive dissonance.
Why? The uterus I was gestated in belonged to a terrible person, who through her alcoholism and neglect almost killed three children. we don't get to pick our parents. But we can pick who we are ourselves. Thankfully I spent none of my waking life knowing who exactly she is.
 
I don't think she will have a nervous breakdown over this.

Millions of African Americans look in the mirror every morning and see the genes of a probable rapist looking back at them and yet we all tend to muddle through.
 
There would not be many in that situation.

It could pose some cognitive dissonance.

Actually there might be many in that situation. I was born in Latin America to an Austrian father and a Salvadoran mother. My mother has dark skin, black eyes and black hair. My father had sandy brown hair, blue eyes and white skin. He left Austria after my grandparents died. He does not like to talk much about it, but my grandfather was in the Wehrmacht and was taken prisoner in Stalingrad. The German-Austrian community in Latin America is quite large, and they tend to stick together. I went to a private German school, taught by German teachers in German. Most of the other students were children of mixed marriages like me. Their German progenitors were descendants of people that moved shortly before, during and after the second world war. Many were also extremely reserved about what their grandparents did during the war and why they came. Of course we were young but not stupid, we all kind of suspected the reasons. It is quite ironic when you think about it: Our grandparents were fighting to preserve the myth of racial purity but their actions caused many of their children to flee the German lands, settle in distant lands and in many cases marry non-Germans.
 
I'd suspect all of us are the product some foul ancestors. Perhaps they didn't make the history books like Amon Goeth, but they're there. Each of us could claim a rapist ancestor or three, too. 0.5 % of all men share Gheghis Khan's Y-chromosome. :tonguea:
 
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