STATEN ISLAND, N.Y. — I was 13 when I first opened ”The Diary of Anne Frank” — around the same age Anne was when she clung to hope while hiding from the Nazis in a cramped secret annex behind her father’s business in Amsterdam. Her words, written in fear yet brimming with courage, pulled me into a world where every breath was borrowed time.
Anne wrote in her diary she aspired to be a journalist. I, too, at a young age, had that aspiration, and I was lucky enough to have that dream come to fruition. I can only imagine what a great journalist Anne would have become if she had not died in the Bergen‑Belsen concentration camp in Northern Germany in 1945.
Inside the “Anne Frank The Exhibition,” which opened on International Holocaust Remembrance Day, Jan. 27, 2025 at the Center for Jewish History in Manhattan.
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