Women in Black by Hedy Epstein

Every second Tuesday of the month, we hold a vigil of Women in Black in University City.  Usually, these are uneventful. People may support us, some take our flyers and say thank you, others refuse to take them, cars may honk once in a while.  Not much else happens.

One time, I was handing out fliers, and a man behind me started talking to me.  He asked me, “Do you know how to solve this problem?” 

I said, “Well, if I knew the answer to that, I wouldn’t be standing here.”  

He then responded, “Well, I know the answer: Kill all those criminals, those vermin”—I realized he was Jewish and was talking about the Palestinians.  He went on and said, “Throw them all into the Mediterranean. Get rid of them all!” Then, he left.

He came back a few minutes in his car, and asked our group, “Who’s the Jewish woman here?”  I said, “I’m Jewish.”

He then laid into me with barrage of hateful and nasty remarks. 

Just before he drove away, I told him, “Stay human.”  

He blurted back, “Yes, I am human: I’m Jewish!”

 

 

 

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