Antisemitism has not been my cause. I have rarely felt threatened or sufficiently angered by the “light touch” of antisemitism in friends, colleagues, teammates and institutions—though I’ve taken note. I’ve been irritated. I’ve been contemptuous. As terrible and moving as the Holocaust was and how close to my life it lurked, it never turned into a central theme in my life, my work or even my thinking. I have never felt called to action by antisemitism—until now.
No doubt, my casual attitude was built within the castle walls of safety in the United States of America. Between my birth in 1942 and the present moment the kind of antisemitism that has, for century after century, flooded so much of European history with Jewish blood, has been minimal and relatively easy to ignore for people as protected and, therefore, privileged, as I have been.
My family’s safety allowed us to focus on what we saw as a greater cause: the oppression of the poor, the working classes, and minority groups. In my childhood home, Zionism, the monumental effort to create safe haven for the remaining Jews in the world, had a romantic ring to it, like the spirit of the movie, Exodus, but it was treated almost as a diversion. A very good thing, up to a point, but problematic when it siphoned energy and people from the universal march of socialism.
But this way of thinking takes place primarily in the privacy of my mind. I have never publicly argued this point. And when Christian friends comment on Jews in America, even sympathetically, much of the fear and anger and anguish that I have ceded to others comes flooding in. All of a sudden, I tell my friends about being attacked at the age of 12 by a gang of Catholic kids when I was riding my bicycle to Hebrew School. I tell them about the KKK, Father Coughlin, and about the hordes of “good citizens” who wanted to boot us out of America—or to exclude us from immigration. I mention the quotas on Jewish kids in Ivy League schools when I was applying to college. And I confess that I mistook the snobbery of the Harvard prep school kids, which I took almost exclusively for a social class kind of thing. But, as a good friend confessed, it really was antisemitism at its subtle best.
In other words, I generally don’t think about how antisemitism affects me and my compatriots until I have even the slightest opportunity to tell my story—or, more accurately, to tell our story.
But antisemitism in America and elsewhere has once more broken into the open and threatens to return to the days of Father Coughlin, Henry Ford, Charles Lindberg, the Ku Klux Klan, and the refusal to admit Jews into this country during the 1930’s, even though they were already being murdered by the hundreds of thousands in Europe. Most tellingly, antisemitism has become integral to American rightwing ideology, to the White Christian Nationalism movement, and to the conduct of the so-called cultural wars. Symbolized by the liberal philanthropist, George Soros, we have become the enemy to too many in America and Europe.
I have built up internal defenses against these forces but not so readily against the antisemitism that has worked its way into the American left, framed primarily in terms of anti-Zionism. I oppose the Israeli Occupation and more generally, Israel’s treatment of Palestinians. But why does this outrage seem easier or more central to my leftwing fellow travelers than our own centuries-long oppression of Black and indigenous peoples in the United States or the colonialism and racism of our European allies. What about the oppressive—and racist—regimes of Israel’s neighbors? And what about the uptick and relatively indiscriminate targeting of Jewish students on college campuses.
After all these years, the rapid rise of American antisemitism has forced me out of hiding. My wife has always been vividly aware of antisemitism. Lately she has joined a local effort to build an interfaith and intercommunity coalition to oppose antisemitism and to support other efforts to fight against hatred in all its forms. While we need public policy and programs at all levels of society, building a local base, person-to-person, seems the most promising to her.
And to me, too. The fight needs to be personal, immediate, and passionate. So I am helping. I am trying to bring to bear whatever skills in organizational and community development that I’ve learned over the years. When she goes to meetings, I go, too.
I believe that my lifetime of passive opposition to antisemitism reflects the attitudes of many, if not most of my friends and colleagues. But the time for passivity is over. Throughout our lives, we have been fighting the good fight against many forms of bigotry. The fight against antisemitism must be part of that fight—not just for our tribe but for our tribe, nonetheless.
This is a struggle for human justice. When antisemitism is easily tolerated, other hatreds are, too. Let’s stand up and stand together.