The Sting of Projectile Prejudice

As spring dawned on suburban Boston in the early 1980s, I rolled down the window to enjoy the fresh air. Waiting at a stop light on Route 9, I believed something had hit my mother’s car. I heard a “clink” sound several times, until finally something small and shiny whizzed through the window and landed on my lap.

It was a penny.

Examining the copper coin, suddenly I noticed a school bus pull away as the light turned green at the crossroads. In the bus’s windows were children pointing and laughing at me.

Until I was literally hit by the penny, it didn’t hit me what had just happened. The laughing youth on the bus had hurled pennies at our car, at me actually, because we were Jewish.

During that eighth grade, I had recently started wearing my yarmulke at all times. That day, however, this public demonstration of faith became a target.

There were not a lot of yarmulke-wearing Jews in Needham, MA, back then. As soon as I adopted this new daily ritual I quickly noticed that I received puzzled stares from strangers and frequently heard giggles behind me.

I shouldn’t have been too surprised because I had grown up experiencing my share of anti-Semitism. Most of the time it was veiled and polite, like how my Boy Scout troop would hold its potluck dinners on Yom Kippur and the first night of Passover. After too many scheduling “accidents,” I got involved in my synagogue youth group, United Synagogue Youth (USY) instead.

The most overt expression of anti-Semitism was when my father’s competitors in the ice business told people not to buy his product because it was “Jew Ice.” Years later, I still find this insult to be inane and, well, cold.

None of these painful experiences could hold a candle to what my ancestors experienced in Russia. After the Kishinev pogrom in 1903, my great-grandfather fled for America, where life was supposed to be different. He didn’t move his family halfway across the world for opportunity, but rather he came because he didn’t want to be a target anymore.

But this projectile prejudice stung in new, unimaginable ways.

Staring at that penny in my trembling hand, I was faced with a decision about how to proceed. With the support of my parents, I became determined to keep wearing a yarmulke for I believe then and now that I have the right to express my faith publicly like any other citizen. Equally important, I had faith that the world was changing for the better.

And for many years, this faith in American society has been rewarded. It’s not uncommon to see yarmulkes in Boston or in New York, where I live now. Jewish achievements abound: our country has had a Jewish candidate for national office and Jews make an impact in all aspects of American life from arts and academia to sports and culture.

And then a madman entered the Tree of Life Synagogue in Pittsburgh and murdered 11 innocent souls. Perhaps what hurts most about the Pittsburgh tragedy is that the massacre took place in a sanctuary, which literally connotes a safe shelter. In the exact location where every Jew should expect to feel spiritual and physical peace, a terrorist gunned them down.

Frequently tragedy brings a society together. We can certainly be emboldened by the vigils around the country. However, threatening anti-Semitic graffiti has desecrated synagogues from coast to coast, namely in Irvine, CA, Brooklyn, NY, and Manchester, NH. Further, intolerable hate is unlikely to go away, let alone to go into hibernation.

This horrific act in Squirrel Hill also haunts us because it is a violation of a promise by our very first president. In America, Jews will not just be tolerated; we will be free. In the United States all citizens will be able to practice their faith without fear. In the land of the free and the home of the brave, our houses of worship will not need be fortified. In our democratic society, the only broken glass would emanate from joyous wedding huppahs rather than dangerous forms of projectile prejudice like those in Germany 1938 and Sderot 2018.

Over the past few days I have wondered whether George Washington’s vision for our country has become nullified by multiple heinous acts of hatred and rhetoric emanating from our capital city named for him. As houses of worship consider how to protect themselves like their counterparts in Europe, America sadly feels more like an experiment in democratic freedom rather than an enduring shining city on the hill.

I have worn my Judaism on my sleeve and on my head for nearly 40 years. Now for the first time since that penny landed on my lap, I question whether my yarmulke has made me a target of more than just pennies from misguided children.

In his book, The Road to Unfreedom, Timony Synder outlines two conceptions of history that he calls the “politics of inevitability” and the “politics of eternity.” The former optimistically holds that as human civilization moves forward, a better future awaits us. By contrast, the “politics of eternity” darkly espouses the sentiments of Eugene O’Neill: “There is no present or future, only the past, happening over and over again, now.”

At the moment Synder’s conceptions of the future represent a crossroads for our country and the Jewish community. Can our society make tomorrow better than today, or are we destined to relive trauma generation after generation?

Frankly with our daily shootings I am not sure which way our society is headed. Yet, despite the risks of anti-Semitism, I will not retreat from our guaranteed civic freedoms after Squirrel Hill. To do so would be to turn my back on the great risks and sacrifices my immigrant grandparents made to reach these shores, and it would contradict our Founding Fathers’ faith about what America stands for and can still become.

About the Author
Rabbi Charlie Savenor works at New York's Park Avenue Synagogue as the Director of Congregational Education. A graduate of Brandeis, JTS and Columbia University's Teachers College, he blogs on parenting, education and leadership. He serves as a volunteer fundraiser for Lone Soldiers in the Israel Defense Forces.
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