Bubba Esther, 1888
Ruth Whitman
1980
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This text recounts acts of sexual violence. The text provides insight into Jewish history; however, The Posen Library does not condone or promote sexual violence or oppression of any kind.
She was still upset,
she wanted to tell me,
she kept remembering
his terrible hands:
how she came, a young girl
of seventeen, a freckled
fairskinned Jew from Kovno
to Hamburg with her uncle
and stayed in an old house
and waited while he bought
the steamship tickets
so they could sail to America
and how he came into her room
sat down on the bed…
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