by Cherie Bennett
Anne Frank and Me directly confronts the ignorance of many young people about the Holocaust. "What difference does it make?" one of its teen-age characters asks. "It's ancient history."
The play begins in a town that could be anywhere in America, a place where teen-age girls are rehearsing a dance and worrying about boys. What they're not worrying about much is one of their classroom assignments: reading the diary of Anne Frank.
But before too long, a skeptical Christian girl named Nicole finds herself transported to Paris during the German occupation, where she re-encounters the people she knows. Her school principal is now her father, a prominent doctor active in the Resistance; her English teacher is her mother. And she is a member of a Jewish family, a girl who in the end is not only forced into hiding in an attic as Anne Frank was, but is also destined to encounter the Dutch girl aboard a train bound for Auschwitz.
The lesson of Anne Frank and Me is clear. The impact is powerful.