The Fear of Being Jewish
Growing up, my brothers and I often teased my mom for having what we thought was an irrational fear of being a Jew.
She said she painted over the Star of David on a duffle bag because when we were traveling, she didn’t want people “to know.” She warned my dad not to drive fast to my aunt’s house on Yom Kippur because she thought more speed traps were set during the Jewish holidays.
If we said a word like “Shabbat” in a department store, she seemed to hear it from aisles away. We were not to say Jewish things too loudly in public, she taught us.… Seguir leyendo »