I think your readers will be interested in a story that illustrates the humanitarian side of Albert Einstein. In 1937,1 was an 11-year-old boy living in Nazi Germany. My father had emigrated to the United States two years earlier, and my mother and brother followed in 1936. But I was left behind because the U.S. consulate in Germany had denied me a visa, claiming that I suffered from tuberculosis. Since German physicians assured us that I did not have and never did have the disease, my family suspected that we were the victims of a scheme to extract payoffs from people trying to flee Germany.
After my parents repeatedly failed to obtain a visa for me, my case came to the attention of Albert Einstein. The great man found the time to write to the US. State Department and the Surgeon General on my behalf, and I was recently able ...
