(In my defence, my son handed me this title and then commanded me to write into it. Hence any liability is entirely his.)
Growing up Jewish in western Canada, I regularly felt that I was other, but I can’t ever remember feeling othered. And I don’t think one can suffer anti-anything-ism unless it others him.
That doesn’t mean I didn’t hear tell of the atrocities committed against my fellow Jews. Though notice that, notwithstanding that Jews are, after all, my people, I say “my fellow Jews” rather than “my people”. This is because I’d be consumed with even more self-loathing than I am if I had to self-identity with those black-hatted nebbish vermin who now dance on the ghosts of displaced Palestinians on the streets of Jerusalem.
Did I just say “nebbish vermin”? I think I did. Oh my God, that must make me an anti-semite!
So whereas it used to be that the world was rife with Christian anti-semites, they’ve moved on to hating Muslims, leaving us to fill the void with self-loathing. But self-loathing is exhausting. How I long for the days, or so I’m told, when one could bask in the heat of Christian hatred, instead of our holding each other’s coats while we take turns committing yet another atrocity on our common enemy.
We could settle, I suppose, for Arab anti-semitism were the term not so oxymoronic. So I think it’s time to retire the term and replace it with anti-Zionism, thereby giving Arabs and self-loathing Jews common cause.
That might still leave a few old-style anti-semites, like those Retrumplicans at Charlottesville chanting “Jews will not replace us!” But that never made any sense to me. Almost all of these Retrumplicans were blue collar workers, whereas we’re bankers and businessmen. Why would we want to replace them? So maybe we’ve been misunderstanding the chant. Maybe what they’re saying is they don’t want us to take their jobs. I didn’t know we were trying to. I find this all very confusing. Don’t you?