Last week, Jewcy asked readers to share their first personal encounters with anti-Semitism.

Well, you shared. Oy. Responses ranged from incidents from the 1940s through just last year.

Analyzing why these ideas get propagated or how they affect Jewish kids (these first experiences almost always happen to kids or teens) isn’t for us to say. But what we can note from responses (and these are only some of what we heard) is that they tend to fall into a few discrete categories:

1) Religious anti-Semitism (The classic, “Hey, six year old. You inherited a MURDER.”):

@nighto0owl @jewcymag first anti-Semitic question I was asked in 1st grade: Why did you kill Jesus?”

— JerseyGirl (@JGandB) August 8, 2016

At age 10 my Girl Scout leader told me I was going to hell because my people killed Jesus. https://t.co/o5zOqC5Tc8

— Lisa (@leah_michal) August 5, 2016

@jewcymag#FirstAntiSemiticStory 1st grade. Another little girl in my class told me that I killed Jesus.

— Faith Landsman (@faithlandsman) August 5, 2016

“I was about 7 or 8 years old and was playing in the park near our house when a bigger kid approached me.  He said, ‘You killed Christ’ and hit my arm with a tin gun he had.  It broke my skin and I bled a lot… I really did not know what he meant by that remark.  I also did not know how he knew I was Jewish… I had a small scar for many years after that on my arm.” (My grandmother, Lola Geselowitz, via email.)

2) Jews are cheap (pennies are inevitably involved):

@jewcymag I was maybe 14, and someone I knew threw pennies at me in a movie theater lobby and told me to pick them up #FirstAntisemiticStory

— Jonathan Zalman (@ZalmanJ) August 5, 2016

@jewcymag pennies thrown at me by public middle school kids as I walked to Jewish day school (I was 6)

— (((MarjorieIngall))) (@MarjorieIngall) August 5, 2016

3) Invoking Nazism:

@jewcymag my #FirstAntisemiticStory was in elem school when someone drew swastikas in my notebooks. I was too afraid to tell my mom.

— (((Yuval))) (@nighto0owl) August 5, 2016

#FirstAntiSemiticStory 12yo. Went to an enrichment camp for kids. Poli Sci class had us design our ideal governments. One kid chose Nazism.

— Moebius Stripper (@moebius_strip) August 5, 2016

4) Completely baseless hatred (They didn’t even try for an excuse):

A kindergarten classmate announced, “I don’t like Jewish.” https://t.co/107LanBBeS

— Phoebe Maltz Bovy (@tweetertation) August 5, 2016

“I grew up in a mostly Jewish community, so was very sheltered, but there were still some incidents. About age 10, I was walking with the friend who lived near my grandmother’s house, in a community different from mine. We were joined by a friend of hers from that community who, as we walked by an Orthodox synagogue, said ‘I like to spit into synagogues whenever I get a chance; I hate those people.’ I didn’t say anything. —Wendy Hess via Facebook.

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So, we tend to have traumatizing racist bullying experiences at a young age. At least they tend to be consistent in form. Well… somewhat.

We can’t leave you on a positive note, but we can leave you with this story, emailed in by Helen Epstein:

It was the early 1960s.  [I] had spent the summer as a Counselor-in-Training at Camp Owaissa, a YWCA camp near Scranton, Pennsylvania. I was one of the only Jews there and, as a New Yorker, I was very intrigued by the non-Jewish campers and staff. My best friends were two fellow CITs named Kerry, who was Irish-Catholic, and Kathy, whose religious affiliation I don’t remember.

Neither one of these girls had ever been to New York City. My parents were extremely hospitable and so I invited them to visit me after the summer.

Kathy arrived that fall. Red-haired and blue-eyed, she was tall and athletic, like me, and as extroverted. We had a great day exploring Manhattan and were exhausted by the time we were getting ready for bed. After we brushed our teeth and were in our nightgowns, I noticed that she  had something hanging around her neck: a little pouch on a string.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

She blushed. But we were teenage girls, who had become accustomed over the summer to telling each other everything.

“It was my grandmother’s idea,” I remember her saying. “She said that when you visit Jews, you have to keep your money on you, especially when you go to sleep. She gave me the pouch and insisted that I keep it on  all the time.”

I don’t remember thinking that this was anti-Semitic — just ignorant! After all, we had spent the whole summer together. I think I may have already been a journalist in spirit and asked her to tell me about her grandmother. Did she believe Jews had horns? Tails? A cloven foot? Did she have any other weird ideas about what we ate or how we behaved? How come she had allowed Kathy to come visit us?

I don’t remember Kathy’s answers to these questions but Kathy and Scranton, Pennsylvania have become a reminder or a certain kind of provincialism in my mind. That (very mild) experience of anti-Semitic prejudice  has kept me honest when I find myself making an assumption about a culture I know little about, influenced my parenting, teaching and writing. I’m appalled that anti-Semitism persists in this country in so many places and in so many minds, but I’m glad Kathy and I talked about it and I hope she remembers it as I have.

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In this election cycle (even more so than usual), my Facebook feed is filled with discussion of Black Lives Matter, Israel/Palestine, the orange candidate’s Jewish family members and what that means. Anti-Semitism is coming from the right, from the left, from anyone who has any sort of opinion on Israel.

This is a thorny topic. Recently in Tablet, John-Paul Pagano wrote a piece about how anti-racism ignores, or even erases anti-Semitism. He wrote:

Even in the United States, the last decade has seen three attempted mass murders of Jews, two stymied synagogue bombings, and a stream of religiously motivated hate crimes, nearly two-thirds of which were anti-Semitic. Yet our American view of racism, with its myopic lens of privilege and power, keeps all this mostly out of frame. Like any social phenomenon, anti-Semitism doesn’t simply turn on or off; there’s a long, incremental process by which a group of trees becomes a forest.

But, as the piece touches on, not all anti-Semitism is conspiracy theories or violent hate crimes. I thought of a recent Jewcy piece by a teenager who deals with Holocaust jokes (and worse) from her classmates. I began wondering, when is the first time in a Jewish person’s life that anti-Semitism leaves the abstract?

So I want you to share your story with Jewcy. Tell us about the first time you personally experienced anti-Semitism. Were you a child? An adolescent? Was it backhanded and not consciously meant to be offensive? Or was it more direct? Did you respond to the offender? How did that go?

For example, mine was when I was attending the public day camp, at about 7 or 8 years old. My friend wore a kippah, and another kid started teasing him for being Jewish. I went to defend him, and the kid bullied both of us. I don’t remember most of what he said, except that he made nonsense noises to imitate what our names must sound like. My friend had it much worse; the little putz physically kicked or struck him a few times throughout the summer.

Our parents got involved, and the camp intervened, though I think they only gave the bully a talking-to.

I have experienced very little anti-Semitism in my life, living almost always in New York. That kind of bigotry has mostly been a boogeyman (what that does to a person is a subject for another day). And yet, before I turned ten I faced it for the first time.

What about you?

To share you stories, comment below, on Facebook, or tweet us, or, if you like, you can email Gabriela@jewcy.com.

Image: An anti-semitic cartoon from Judge Magazine, 1892. Via Wikipedia.

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