Why The Rise Of Anti-Semitism (Oddly) Comforts Me As a child, I had a recurring dream that I was in

Why The Rise Of Anti-Semitism (Oddly) Comforts Me

As a child, I had a recurring dream that I was in the Holocaust. Twenty-five years later, much of it is hazy, except for the intense fear of trying to escape from pursuers who considered it a crime to be Jewish. I wondered if this was a common thing. “Do you think most Jews have ‘the Holocaust nightmare?’” I asked my husband the other night.

“Dunno,” he said, “I never did.”

“Oh,” I responded. “I guess it was just me.”

“My nightmares were about the Spanish Inquisition,” he interjected.

We both burst out laughing. (Laughter is the best medicine.)

Although I’m feeling more and more unease as I witness the rise of anti-Semitism around the world, there is something else I find myself feeling: comfort. Believe me, I too am baffled and even embarrassed by this emotion. Then again, maybe it’s not so hard to understand.

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