Jewish pride defies this ancient hatred


Alex Ryvchin | Special to the JT

My childhood in Australia was mostly free of antisemitism. This led me to believe we had left that hatred behind in the Soviet Union when we emigrated in 1987.


Once in Australia, my family moved every couple of years as new migrants finding their way tend to do. In my early teenage years, we came to live in a modest, low-rise apartment block in middle-class Randwick in Sydney’s eastern suburbs.

Directly above us lived a couple from Austria. The man was ageing, but tall and vigorous with a deep, resonant voice and a farmer’s build. When he met my father, who spoke with a strong Russian accent, and whose pale blue eyes and fair complexion hardly betray his ethnicity, the neighbor was genial to a fault. Then he saw my mother, and everything changed.

Upon learning that the new occupants were Jews, our neighbor would bellow at us from his balcony, night after night, alternating between a thunderous guttural roar and a sneering tone full of menace, “Hitler didn’t finish the job, I will finish it for him.” It was terrifying to hear. It became difficult to sleep, and it pained me to see the fear that returned full bore to my parents’ eyes.

Why did he hate us so? What did he think we had done? What did he think we intended to do beyond living simple, honest lives as hopeful migrants in a new land?

He surely would have had no coherent answer to these questions. He probably didn’t ponder on them a great deal. But he knew with perfect certainty that the Jew, represented in that moment by my parents and their two boys, was something so loathsome, so repugnant, so unhuman, that he was justified in threatening repeatedly to kill a young family.

My youngest daughter will some day reflect on her first brush with antisemitism. It occurred on Oct. 13 when a large swastika was scrawled on her child-care center. The owners are Jewish, as are most of the families there.

Of course, the symbol meant nothing to my 2-year-old daughter. But she may have detected that things were different that day. The comings and goings. The tension of the owners. The anxiety of the parents wondering whether this was the act of another bellicose neighbor or of an idiot kid inspired by an idiot rapper. But perhaps it was a portent — the latest in an accumulation of incidents, street abuse, white-supremacist flyers in mailboxes, suspicious characters lurking outside synagogues — that pointed to people in our communities who wished to do us harm.

Antisemitism is an extraordinary condition — a pronounced defect in human reasoning turned outward. Unique among hatreds in very many ways, it has a tenacity and durability that sees it latch on to whatever the Jews hold dear and however they choose to identify themselves. For one anti-Semite, it is our original monotheistic faith that is so abhorrent. For another, it is our designation as a people, community, even a race. For others still, our nation-state is the embodiment of evil, the impediment to a better world. Every target is attacked with equal ferocity because in every case the target is the Jew.

Yet it is not the flesh-and-blood Jew that is so hated. It’s the mythical Jew — the beast the anti-Semite conjures just to have something to slay. The scheming Jew, the conspiring Jew, the all-powerful Jew, the vengeful Jew, the bloodthirsty Jew, the superior Jew, the inferior Jew, the capitalist Jew, the Communist Jew, the moneyed Jew, the filthy Jew.

Even our identity, our right to be called a “Jew,” is attacked. Kanye West calls us imposters who stole the identities of the “real” Jews, African-Americans, in a mangled libel invented by half-deranged street preachers in New York and globalized by the man who brings “Stronger” and “No Church in the Wild” to my workout playlist.

When Jews speak out against the hatred directed at us, we are accused of “crying” anti-Semitism or “inventing” it. When we seek to define it so others may understand a hate that has brought unspeakable ruin to humanity, we are accused of acting with sinister motives, scheming to muzzle criticism of Israel rather than trying to protect our families.

My daughter’s experiences with anti-Semitism have commenced a little earlier than I would have expected. As she comes of age, she will sense its lurking presence and will learn of its savagery that caused her forebears all manner of unnatural death. But she will also know that we are not victims. We don’t seek or need pity; we don’t plead with our oppressors. We outlive them. And we have learned through our agonies and our survival how to stand proud as a Jew and strike back against those who do us harm.

Alex Ryvchin is the co-chief executive officer of the Executive Council of Australian Jewry. His new book on anti-Semitism, “The 7 Deadly Myths,” is due out in early 2023. This column originally appeared in “The Australian.”

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