Antisemitism is something that I have experienced throughout my life.
From children telling me how Jews smell and are dirty during my boyhood in Glasgow and then North West London, through being beaten up as a teenager walking to the bus stop from Hasmonean, and on to cries of “Jew-boy” and “kike” in the bar at university, or being told my religious practices were exotic and strange by fellow students.
Don’t get me wrong, people go through a lot worse, and these incidents are relatively infrequent. As someone who wears a kippah in London, it’s really par for the course.
That does not mean it has no effect — it’s always there in the background, making you wonder if you really belong.