It’s a strange moral conundrum to experience at my age. A colleague has been hit on the head and hospitalized after resisting arrest during one of the anti-semitic protests. Normally, I’d send flowers and try to visit. But it’s kind of weird to do that when he’s been hit while engaged in Jew-hatred. It feels clownish, like I’m putting on a show.
My heart bleeds for him. He’s 65 and not in the best of health. A wonderful, sweet, gentle person. With the most outlandishly anti-Semitic ideas (e.g. Jews should all go back to Europe where they belong, etc.).
If only it were somebody that’s easy to dislike. This person isn’t.

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