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The Jewish Chronicle

Why antisemitism is so hard to discuss

March 31, 2013 16:00

By

Winston Pickett

8 min read

I have a confession to make: I am obsessed with antisemitism. Try as I might, I can’t get away from it.

It chases me. It pursues me. It invades my thoughts. Thanks to Google Alerts, it clutters my email inbox.

Over time, I’ve come to see this as something less than natural. Then again, obsessions seldom are.

That goes for me, in particular. You see, I didn’t grow up Jewish. I wasn’t raised with the flicker of black and white newsreels or magazine pages illustrating the mass extermination of the Six Million embedded in my consciousness. I didn’t listen to my family recite with grim certitude that axiomatic declaration from the Haggadah that we read this week: Ve hi she’amda: In every generation they rise up against us to destroy us. I was spared feeling umbilically connected to that baseline truth: “They will always hate us. They will always come after us. This is our lot in life: Shver zu sein a yid — It’s hard to be a Jew.”