Donald Gallinger's Writings
The Israeli Ambassador shook hands with me and I remembered the firm, tough grip from the last time we met, shortly after my mother’s death. I didn’t see any point in prolonging my answer. Out of respect for his friendship with my mother, out of respect for what they had accomplished during the war, I had come in person to the New York consulate to tell him “no...
Born and raised in Norwich, Connecticut, I grew up hearing first-hand stories of WWII partisan fighters from friends of my parents. These stories, absorbed during childhood, probably inspired my interest in the politics of resistance later captured in my...