"[I became} a member of the congregation of The Temple on Peachtree Street... I taught Hebrew there for twenty years... Started in 1975 or 1976.
I remember the Bremen asked me once to speak... and I said, 'No, I can never do that. This is beyond me.' And then, as time passed by, I decided I really need to write down what had happened. I had to keep the promise I made to my mother and tell the world, so I wrote the memoir, and at that point they kept asking-- the Bremen-- to speak to schools, and so I did. All over-- KSU, West Georgia, Emory, you name it. It was a promise kept, because, as I said, my mother kept insisting that someone has to tell what happened, and I felt that was something I needed to do. As a survivor, I was eyewitness to this, and I needed to tell the world."