Pious XII was too neutral to mention the gas chambers; decent people like my own family were turned into devils by crude Christianity.
What would I have done if I'd been put to the test? Would I have risked my own life for people I hardly knew? Probably, I would have looked the other way at best or become another apologist for evil at worst.
I found that when I did something for the sake of heaven, heaven happened. These things changed my life. I owe them to my encounter with Christianity.
Praying privately in churches, I began to discover that heaven was my true home and also that it was here and now, woven into this life.
During the Second World War, evacuated to non-Jewish households, I encountered Christianity at home and in school.
I learnt pity, sympathy, and what it was like to be at the other end of the stick. Such lessons can't be learnt in lecture halls.
To change, to convert? Why bother?
I feel that the Christian experience and the Jewish one have much to give each other. If this open society continues and there is no return to political anti-Semitism, then this encounter, deeper than any theology, may happen.
My mother enjoyed old age, and because of her I've begun to enjoy parts of it too. So far I've had it good and am crumbling nicely.
It's more fun to watch without joining in.
I was not allowed a physical lover. Falling in love with Love was the best I could get.
The Christian use of religion as a personal love affair both shocked me, and attracted me.
Early on I saw the repression and idolatry of Stalinism, and when it cracked, I was open to religion again.
For some years I deserted religion in favour of Marxism. The republic of goodness seemed more attainable than the Kingdom of God.
My mother was a modern woman with a limited interest in religion. When the sun set and the fast of the Day of Atonement ended, she shot from the synagogue like a rocket to dance the Charleston.