Had my first very own run-in with Quebec anti-Semitism today. Weird and ugly, but also made me realize I am proud to be who I am and do what I do.
me: Part of me wants to tell the other people about this so that they can tell me how little it was, how ignorant, but it also makes me wonder if they would think I’m weird or strange or different than I am somehow if they also knew. I wonder how everyone I tell thinks about it–what it makes them think about or feel, or what connotations it brings up for them.
J: Welcome to being Jewish. :)