It’s a surreal experience being hated. I mean, I have at least one person who, on a personal basis, doesn’t think much of me, but at least there, even if I may disagree, I sort of know what I did that made her have those feelings towards me.
On the other hand, it’s a whole other thing being hated for your religion or race or both. Or both. That’s us, us Jews. Hated for being Jewish, whatever Jewish is.
I read things that talk about Jews as being worms, etc. and the whole time I’m thinking, “They are referring to me.” And it’s so strange to think about that. I think about who I am. I’m a nice girl. I’m always trying to be kind and helpful and I always want to be doing meaningful things in order to better the world. I love my family and have beautiful friends. Almost all of whom, of course, are Jewish.
And yet I’m called a worm and I should die, according to these people who hate Jews. Who hate me.
Today a non-Jewish person started a conversation with me about anti-Semitism. He said he’s always wondered why people hate Jews. Ah yes, I said. That question. I said to him, “You should know that this is a major topic of conversation amongst Jews. Because we always are trying to figure out what is the reason that ‘they’ hate us. And,” I said, “there are many different opinions, most of which do not fit for every anti-Semitic event in history.”
It breaks my heart. Is the world yet again going to allow life as we know it to be destroyed because it/we/they aren’t standing up to the evil? When will we truly, deeply realize that not standing up against evil is one of the most evil things we can do.