Much like Michael Shinagel’s journey back to Vienna in 1965, his memoir, Holocaust Survivor to Harvard Dean: Memoirs of a Refugee’s Progress, is a cleansing of spirit, an exorcism, and an acknowledgment of how the past paved the way for a career in one of America’s most illustrious name in education.
When Michael and his family set foot in New York, his father, Emmanuel Schinagel, had the foresight to drop the c in the family name, knowing people will have trouble with its pronunciation, knowing it will always come between the fami...