I grew up in a small town in Northern Ontario in the only Jewish family in nearly a 100 mile radius. I remember my Mom not letting us out the door to walk to school one morning. I knew something must be up, and snuck out the back door and around to the front of the house, where I found my Dad and a couple guys from his machine shop, who were trying to remove the Swastika that had been daubed in red paint on the side of our house overnight. I was in grade 6 or 7 at the time and didn’t really understand what all the fuss was about.
Of course, by the time I got to high school, where it was considered the height of wit to address me as “Hey, Jewboy,” I understood all too well.
I grew up in a small town in Northern Ontario in the only Jewish family in nearly a 100 mile radius. I remember my Mom not letting us out the door to walk to school one morning. I knew something must be up, and snuck out the back door and around to the front of the house, where I found my Dad and a couple guys from his machine shop, who were trying to remove the Swastika that had been daubed in red paint on the side of our house overnight. I was in grade 6 or 7 at the time and didn’t really understand what all the fuss was about.
Of course, by the time I got to high school, where it was considered the height of wit to address me as “Hey, Jewboy,” I understood all too well.
Mental illness running rampant 😡 🤬 👹 🙈
Very scary.
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