The Enduring Stupidity of Antisemitism

It was in America that I encountered anti-Jewish hatred in person.

Growing up in America’s Pacific Northwest, the only Jewish person I knew was my father’s legal secretary, Monya.

There just weren’t that many Jewish kids at St. Patrick Catholic School.

In my neighborhood, as the old joke has it, there were only two religions: Catholic… and Public.

When I went away to study at a nearby Jesuit university, I met a few more J…