The world is as it is.
Complaining about the faults and failings in our fellow man (and woman) will do little to change matters; it may even make them that much worse.
If the desire really exists to improve whatever may be the general perception of Jews and Judaism, it is of very little use to simply gainsay any of the negative beliefs or interpretations held by others.
Every nation, ethnic group, community or individual tends at some time to think badly of their peers, even their superiors and, most of all, their so-called inferiors. It’s a form of defence mechanism, an unconscious need to define one’s own status in life and secure some small advancement in its pecking order. It is not the most noble of instincts but it is damn near universal.
The only way to effectively counteract such impressions is to positively show how invalid they are. And the best method of exemplifying this approach is to do it in some style, indulge a certain flair for the dramatic and, if possible, deliver it up with plenty of wry humour.
Above all, it is the unexpected in life that is remembered; the commonplace is taken for granted and only serves to confirm prejudices within mindsets already predisposed towards that manner of thinking.
“Each of us, as he receives his private trouncings at the hands of Fate, is kept in good heart by the moth in his brother’s parachute and the scorpion in his neighbour’s underwear.”