This morning I read a piece by Bari Weiss on The Free Press, about rising anti-Semitism in the U.S. I didn’t realize until I finished it that she wrote it in 2021. Things have gotten exponentially more dire since then: how long did it take, a week? For the world to start blaming Israel for Oct 7?
As Weiss memorably puts it, the Jews are now accused of being “Neo-Nazis”, while at the same time actual Neo-Nazis are harassing and terrorizing them.
But here’s what she said, as an answer to my title question:
Everywhere and always, the Jews represent freedom.
They live in societies whose religions they don’t espouse, and still, they flourish, they rise to the top. They demonstrate a parlous independence.
It’s infuriating. Anger boils over, with drearily dependable regularity, into pogroms, into destruction of the Moneylenders’ Quarter. And yet, they endure.
I’ve written before about my anguish as a Gentile wife, a Ruth to my dear Boaz. I always think maybe, the tide has reached its peak, the foul flood MUST now begin to recede. But it doesn’t. As the Psalmist lamented, “The waters have risen up to my neck.”
