Since I was 12 I’ve had an unappealing, didactic distrust of people with the extreme will to live. My father’s parents were Holocaust survivors ...So begins Anna Breslaw's piece "Breaking Bad Karma". It is quite a piece of work. No doubt Anna Breslaw is quite a piece of work; by her own account, her major grievance with her father is his stubborn refusal to give her permission to end his life.
Breslaw takes a richly deserved pounding in the comments. I'll refrain from joining in the piling-on, only because it's being done much more ably by others. Instead I'd like to focus on this one paragraph:
I wondered if anyone had alerted Hitler that in the event that the final solution didn’t pan out, only the handful of Jews who actually fulfilled the stereotype of the Judenscheisse (because every group has a few) would remain to carry on the Jewish race—conniving, indestructible, taking and taking. My grandparents were not excluded from this suspicion. The same year, during a family dinner conversation about Terri Schiavo, my father made the serious request that should he fall into a vegetative state, he would like for us to keep him on life support indefinitely. Today he and I are estranged for a number of other reasons that are all somehow the same reason.
In this writer's mind, there is something fundamentally and inherently suspect in too strong a desire to live. (She says so herself in the very first sentence of the article.) Nothing in the article limits her generalization so some subset of survivors; she clearly states that "only the handful of Jews who actually fulfilled the stereotype of the Judenscheisse" would live, and that her own grandparents "were not excluded from this suspicion". From there, the discussion flows naturally to Terri Schiavo and Breslaw's unreasonable family. (She must be quite a charmer, that one.)