May 2018 Bar Bulletin
By Andrew W. Maron
I have been deeply disappointed at the recurrence of anti-immigrant feelings in our country. Perhaps I am more sensitive to that mood because I am the son of an immigrant. You see, almost exactly 80 years ago my father was admitted to the U.S. as a German-Jewish refugee.
Ironically, my father and his immediate family (mother and sister) were Lutherans. But their ancestry established them as Jews under the Nazis’ definition, and thus they were forced to flee in 1937. Many of their extended family members had to do the same, and where they went depended on pure luck — what...