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The Quiet Antisemitism: My Experience as a Jewish College Professor

An empty classroom. Photo: Wiki Commons.

There are plenty of examples of blatant antisemitism and attacks on Jews that have occurred over the past 10 months. It seems that every day, we read about a synagogue being attacked, a Jewish student being spat on or assaulted, or the all too mainstream protester chants calling for Intifada or for Jews to go back to Poland — and the list goes on.
Perhaps less obvious — but more frequent — is the antisemitism that’s happening under the radar: things that are circumstantial and much harder to prove.
I’m not talking about Jewish writers having their lectures cancelled out of concern “for their safety” — it’s clear to everyone (except the organizers) where the motivation comes from.
No, this is the kind of discrimination that Black people and others experienced before the Civil Rights movement — and even after:  being rejected as a tenant on a lease to an apartment, passed over for a job or promotion based on the color of their skin , or — as in my case — perhaps not having a contract renewed at a college after speaking out against their policies regarding “free speech.”
Do I have proof that me being Israeli or Jewish had anything to do with my dismissal?
Absolutely not.
But are the circumstances suspicious? Yes.
Two years ago, I accepted a Visiting Assistant Professorship in the English Department of a private Midwestern college in the United States. It was a one-year contract, and following the first year, the Chair of the Department notified me how much he appreciated my work — noting the anonymous student evaluations that gave me high marks, that a large number of students requested to take a second class with me, and that I helped raise the visibility of the college through public performances by my students. He also informed me that there was restructuring going on in the English Department, which would result in some of the classes I was teaching being offered only periodically.
In short, he asked me if I would be interested in remaining affiliated with the school, and return either every other semester, or, for instance, if another English teacher took a sabbatical. That suited me fine, as it allowed me to continue teaching, but also gave me time for my own creative endeavors back in Los Angeles, where I was commuting from every week.
On October 7, I was not teaching on campus. But like so many other colleges, a segment of the student population rose up to protest Israel. And even though I was a thousand miles away, I received an email from a student member of Students for Justice in Palestine (SJP) notifying all faculty that the group was calling for a one-day strike to protest, accompanied with a list of atrocities Israel had allegedly committed, even listing the bombing of the Al-Shifa hospital in Gaza two weeks earlier, which had already been attributed to a stray missile from Palestinian Islamic Jihad.
How was it possible for one student to access the entire faculty and student body to spew their propaganda?
I contacted the Provost and Dean of the college to inquire. She replied that this was a recent policy change put into place two years earlier to encourage freedom of expression. I asked how this policy might play out if I rebutted the student’s charges through the college-wide email system, only to have another student rebut my defense, and so on and so on?
She replied that if it got out of hand, the school would shut it down.
I replied that the situation had already gotten out of hand, and trusted I wouldn’t be receiving anymore emails from such organizations.
The student newspaper got wind of this, and contacted me for my opinion. Here’s what they wrote in their article:
Safdie, who is of Israeli and Syrian Jewish descent, found sections of the message antisemitic and questioned why he received the email. “I’m all for freedom of expression, but I’m not sure this decision was able to foresee such a situation where students might abuse the privilege and create a hostile work/study environment for other members of the community.”
Fast forward several months, when I returned to campus for the Spring semester. Within a week of arrival, I received an email from the new chair of the English Department (who was also the associate Dean of the Race and Ethnic Studies program). She wanted to set up a Zoom meeting with me — even though our offices were 10 feet apart.
In a carefully worded statement that sounded like it was crafted by an attorney, she got to the point. Although the college was extremely pleased with all the work that I’d done, and that all my students loved my teaching, the college was making budget cuts and were not going to be able to renew my contract.
When I tried to explain to her my prior arrangement with the previous Chair, she simply replied that she’d be happy to write me a letter of recommendation.
Something about the Zoom call and her demeanor felt suspicious.
On a whim, I did an Internet search on my new Chair.
The first thing that came up on her Twitter Feed was a statement on the masthead of a literary magazine she edited, condemning the alleged mass killing and displacement of Palestinians in the wake of Hamas’s October 7, 2023, attacks.
As I explored further, I discovered other parts of the statement:
The Israeli military—with the support of the U.S. government—has bombarded Palestinian civilians relentlessly, in violation of international law, and deprived Palestinians of food, water, fuel, and electricity.
 And:
 Because we work to “bring our readers into the living moment, not as tourists, but as engaged participants,” we believe that Palestinians need space to speak directly, whether from siege in Palestine or in diaspora. So too do others who bear witness to the ongoing settler-colonial violence in Gaza and the occupied West Bank.
Two days after the Zoom meeting, I figured I might as well take the Chair up on her offer to write me a letter-of-recommendation; it was March, and I could still apply to other universities for employment the following year. (Universities can be suspicious if you leave a position after just two years, so a letter would be crucial to securing a position.)
After a week of email silence, the Chair wrote me back, saying that she wasn’t familiar with my teaching and requested to attend one of my classes to observe my skills. I invited her the following week to attend a class, which fit her schedule, but she did not show, and didn’t even write to give an explanation.
I followed up with an email to offer her another opportunity, followed by a second and third, but there was nothing but email silence.
I should also mention that, at the one faculty meeting we had, she stayed as far away from me as possible, and if I approached, she would quickly engage in discussion with another professor. The topic that day was adding a requirement for English Majors to take an anti-Racism class. One of the new offerings for the following year was focused on racism against Palestinians.
By the end of April, I decided to contact the Associate Dean of Humanities who oversaw the English Department, and sure enough, within an hour of my email, I finally received an email back from the Chair of the English Department, offering to attend my class, but letting me know that she was too busy to write me a letter of recommendation until the end of May — well past the end of the semester, and too late to help with a teaching application for the following year.
If there was ever a thought of going to the administration to complain about my treatment, that was quickly extinguished following an SJP demonstration that demanded that the college divest from Oracle. Apparently, Oracle’s website had stated support for Israel, and the Head of Financial Aid for the college felt the need to apologize for the school’s actions.
A response from the school’s administration read thus:“The business strategy or public statements from Oracle do not represent the viewpoints of the College.  Due to the College’s contract with the business and the cost it took to make such major system changes, the College does not have any feasible or affordable alternative.
It also went on to assure protesters:
Less than 0.5 percent of the College’s investments are tied to Israeli companies and that none of these investments are directly held by the college.
As the semester ended, on another whim, I searched the Human Resources page of the college, and sure enough, there was a listing for a new English professor. The skills they were looking for were for someone who taught poetry as well as Race and Ethnic studies courses — none of which I was qualified to teach.
Was the college looking to shift away from courses like Screenwriting, Playwriting, and Non-Fiction — three popular courses I had taught that were always in high demand and had long waiting lists?
I guess I’ll never know.
Oren Safdie is a playwright and screenwriter.
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Evan Gershkovich survived the terrors of prison in Putin’s Russia. Not every journalist was equally lucky.

This Cursed Beautiful Land
By Evan Gershkovich
Crown, 432 pages, $34

In Evan Gershkovich’s memoir This Cursed Beautiful Land, the Wall Street Journal reporter relives his ordeal to give readers a firsthand account of how Russia’s prisons and its repressive legal system operate under Putin’s wartime regime.

Gershkovich survived 491 days in the Russian prison system and was released as part of the largest prisoner exchange between Russia and the West since the end of the Cold War. His story echoes the way in which Dostoevsky escaped death by firing squad at the last minute. Tsar Nicholas I had already commuted his death sentence to four years of hard labor in Siberia, followed by military service, but ordered the execution to be staged anyway, right up until the soldiers took aim (one of the men condemned along with Dostoevsky lost his mind as а result). In July 2024, after a closed trial, Gershkovich was convicted of espionage and sentenced to 16 years, only to be freed less than two weeks later.

Evan Gershkovich, author of ‘This Cursed Beautiful Land.’ Photo by David Levenson/Getty Images

In February 2022, when Russia launched its full-scale war in Ukraine, Gershkovich was at a high point in his career. He had just joined The Wall Street Journal and, he writes, “was itching to get into the action.” Russia can be especially cruel to this kind of daring.

Gershkovich calls his work as a foreign correspondent a kind of “voyeurism” — and his time in captivity “the ultimate voyeurism” — and admits that he was addicted to the adrenaline. The notion that he was being tailed by Russia’s security service felt energizing. The more action happened around him, the more alive he felt.

In his memoir, he describes how the Russian authorities’ attitude toward reporters for foreign media outlets changed drastically. For years, he writes, the unspoken rule was that foreign reporters could cover topics Russian journalists couldn’t, and would be safe doing so. After Russia’s invasion, the government passed a whole raft of new laws against free speech; independent Russian journalists had three options: go underground and work anonymously (and many are still doing exactly that despite all the personal risks), leave the country, or go to prison.

An ‘undesirable’ journalist

For my part, I tried to stay in Russia for as long as I could. I worked anonymously as a reporter for the investigative outlet Proekt, the first Russian media outlet labeled an “undesirable organization” (this status means that anyone who takes part in its work can be prosecuted and face up to four years in prison). While all my colleagues had already been forced to leave the country, I stayed to report from the inside of Russia on the corruption inside Putin’s inner circle and among the elites that supported the bloodbath in Ukraine. I also reported on the human and economic cost of the war for other Russian banned media.

As a volunteer, I tried to help Ukrainian war refugees, collecting and driving donated clothes, medications, hygiene products and other essentials in the temporary shelters, where people were forced to live with no money and no way to rent housing or find proper work.

On Feb. 4, 2023, I found my name on a Moscow court’s website: An administrative case had been opened against me for “discrediting” the Russian army. The evidence, I learned later, was an interview I had given to TV Rain, Russia’s last independent TV channel, which was banned by the authorities. I had gone on air to encourage more people to help refugees, and I talked about my anti-war tattoo, which I got as a reminder that “love and friendship are stronger than war” – those very words discredited the Russian army, according to the case files. A second such case led to a criminal charge that could have resulted in up to five years in prison. I knew I had done enough as a journalist to be charged under a whole range of other articles, including treason. By 5 a.m. the next day, I was in Tbilisi, Georgia. Less than two months later, Gershkovich was arrested.

‘How could I be so naive?’

Gershkovich writes that he believed he “had a responsibility to carry out since Russian citizens could no longer do the kind of reporting he could” and that the Russian authorities would more likely expel than arrest him: “The fact that I didn’t have a Russian passport gave me added confidence,” he says.

In early 2023, the WSJ reporter was working on several stories at once, including one on whether Russia’s war machine could sustain a long war, and another on Yevgeny Prigozhin, the Kremlin caterer-turned-warlord, whose Wagner Group had been recruiting prisoners into its ranks and posed a threat to the state’s monopoly on violence.

Gershkovich’s arrest in March 2023 officially marked the end of the period when foreign reporters could consider themselves immune. In wartime, they are seen as enemy spies and potential pawns in hostage diplomacy. As FSB (Putin’s trusted security service and the successor to the Soviet-era KGB) investigator Dmitry Sapunkov told Gershkovich, if they hadn’t gathered enough evidence to arrest him, they would have simply “poisoned” him: “In every country there are enemies that need to be put in prison or be eliminated,” an FSB investigator said.

That was no idle threat: Putin’s regime has a long history of poisoning its enemies. Alexei Navalny, Russia’s most prominent opposition leader, was poisoned twice — the second time fatally, in a penal colony above the Arctic Circle.

The FSB alleged that Gershkovich had been gathering classified information “on instructions from the CIA” about Uralvagonzavod, a major Russian defense plant that manufactures and repairs military equipment.

According to Gershkovich, union activist Pavel Sergienya had told him that he might be able to get information about the factory’s projects. They met at a steakhouse in Yekaterinburg, an industrial city in the Urals, and Sergienya showed Gershkovich notes about the increase in tank production. Moments later, a group of men in balaclavas descended on Gershkovich, handcuffed him, pulled a black sack over his head and forced him into a van. He tried to explain that he was a journalist, but one of them cut him off: “What would your government think if our journalists were working on this kind of article in your country?” they asked.

At the closed trial, as Gershkovich describes it, Sergienya, the prosecution’s key witness, testified that he had begun cooperating with the security service before meeting Gershkovich. In September 2025, the independent Russian media Mediazona identified Sergienya, a Uralvagonzavod employee and representative of the trade union Solidarity, as an FSB provocateur: He was also a key figure in the “terrorism” case against Andrei Vogel, a 65-year-old opposition activist from Nizhny Tagil.

Gershkovich berated himself for trusting Sergienya. “How did I not see it? How could I be so naive?” he asked himself. “‘’You can’t tell the story if you’re dead,’ a colleague had once told me,” he writes, “and now I thought of a coda: You can’t tell the story if you’re in prison either.”

Fortunately, he managed to tell it.

‘A valuable commodity’

Gershkovich is the son of Jewish immigrants who left the Soviet Union in the 1970s. His great-grandfather vanished after he was arrested in 1937, during Stalin’s Great Terror.

Among Russian journalists there is a shared understanding: In prison, you are of no use as a journalist; you become a burden and source of constant pain for your loved ones. Gershkovich shares similar thoughts from Lefortovo prison, where he is consumed with doubts about whether he’ll ever be swapped. He realizes that he might never again see his mother, who managed to provide him with kosher food (ahead of the start of Passover) even though he was “in a prison cell in the country she had chosen to leave.” “In that moment, I felt like I had done something unspeakably cruel,” he writes.

Gershkovich quotes Vasily Grossman on how an oppressive regime can dwarf a person: “Only people who never felt such force themselves can be surprised that others submit to it.” The WSJ reporter couldn’t be absolutely certain an exchange would ever happen or how many years he might have to spend in the prison cell; he was aware of the fate of Paul Whelan, a former US marine, convicted of espionage (charges he denied) and waiting for a swap since 2018.

In his small cell, the reporter is caught in the grip of a thousand-eyed Leviathan that keeps peering in at him: “With time, I would learn to recognize the eyes of each guard checking in on me, six times an hour, more than a hundred times a day.” Yet Gershkovich manages to reveal the human faces behind the function they play in the repressive system; he even makes conversation with his FSB investigator about the corruption of the Russian political system.

To protect the identities of his cellmates, he merges them into a composite character he calls “Seryoga,” who was accused of running an illegal weapons shop and had admitted his guilt. “On the outside, we would never have been friends,” Gershkovich writes. “But here, in these circumstances, we got along and he made me laugh.”

Seryoga, who considers himself an alpha male, tries to educate Gershkovich about the proper way to enter a cell (or khata in Russian prison jargon, which is also the Ukrainian word for a house): Never step over the threshold without wiping your feet on the rag by the door (hygiene is essential; as Seryoga put it, “we shit where we eat”), and be ready for the first questions: “What’s the trouble?” or “Is everything even in your life?” Both phrases mean “What are you in for?” That is, which article of the Russian Criminal Code were you charged under? The “uneven” articles, the so-called 130s, cover sex crimes such as rape and child sexual abuse. They automatically put a prisoner at the very bottom rung of the prison: Most likely, he will eat last and be subjected to sexual violence.

Seryoga also teaches his American cellmate the saying at the heart of the prison brotherhood in Russia: “From the soul, soulfully, into the soul. Hugged you, picked you up, and put you back down.” Gershkovich already knew the phrase “from the soul” when he was on the outside. It is shorthand for “thanks” — a vivid example of how prison slang has seeped into the Russian language and culture.

Gershkovich understood that in state custody he was seen as a “valuable commodity,” and that he hadn’t faced any real FSB interrogations: no beatings, no electrocutions, no waterboarding, no stringing up, no harassment. “They want to present a humane face to the world. They took a journalist who they know will write about the experience, so in the meantime they will treat him well,” he remembers thinking.

Gershkovich was kept safe because he was seen as leverage to secure the release of Vadim Krasikov, an FSB assassin, convicted for life in Germany of shooting dead an exiled Chechen rebel commander in a Berlin park in August 2019. In the last part of the memoir, Gershkovich that he felt “guilty” that because of him Krasikov was now free, and Putin was able to show the security services that if they committed to executing dangerous operations for him, he would have heir back.

Not every journalist swallowed up by Russia’s repressive machine is as lucky as Gershkovich. Ukrainian journalist Viktoriia Roshchyna was tortured to death in Russian custody. When her body was returned to Ukraine, her eyeballs, brain and part of her larynx were missing.

Another brick in the wall

Gershkovich calls Russia both “cursed and beautiful” and the country undoubtedly means a great deal to him. It’s where he found love (his girlfriend, Maria, is a well-known Russian journalist), made close friends, and did some very good reporting.

A Russian journalist would never tell an FSB interrogator that “people will rally in their support,” as Gershkovich did, but fortunately, he turned out to be absolutely right.

His defense lawyers, Tanya, Maria and Andrei, went through every procedural step, even though they knew a guilty verdict was a foregone conclusion. “What’s the point?” Gershkovich once asked them.

“One day all of this will come crumbling down,” Andrei told him. “Right now, we’re trying to preserve some semblance of a foundation from which to rebuild.” The stubborn work of the lawyers was a powerful form of a protest — perhaps the only one possible, without being locked away, in a dictatorship.

Maybe Gershkovich’s book will be one of the bricks in that rebuilding, too.

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The Larry David bar mitzvah story that his biographer left out

Emperor of Nothing: The Making of Larry David is nearly 600 pages long. To be fair, there’s a lot of ground to cover in the 79-year-old comic’s life: Larry’s upbringing in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, his fledgling career as a stand-up comedian, and the creation of Seinfeld and Curb Your Enthusiasm.

But 576 pages was about as long as the book could reasonably get. So the bar mitzvah scene had to go.

According to author Blake Harris, whose other books include Console Wars and The History of the Future, the omitted story goes like this: Larry shared his service with another boy who was becoming a bar mitzvah at the same time. During practice sessions, every time Larry came to a certain Hebrew word in the Torah, which sounded to the 13-year-olds like the English word “fart,” the other boy would let out a laugh.

On the big day, Larry heard the other boy laughing at the word, which prompted him, in turn, to lose his cool and crack up too. This breakdown, right in the middle of his Torah portion, did not go over well with the adults in the room, including Larry’s parents.

In the grand scheme of all-things-Larry, the fart fiasco felt expendable. But it foreshadowed the comedian Larry would become — including his propensity to break character and laugh on the set of Curb Your Enthusiasm.

Still, even without the bar mitzvah, Emperor of Nothing offers plenty of Jewish details about Larry’s life. There’s the time Larry was temporarily expelled from Hebrew school after, true to form, he burst into laughter in the middle of his rabbi’s spiel.

Then there’s the Yinglish term Larry’s father, Morty, used for “those who exhibited asshole behavior”: schmohawks — a combination of the word “schmo,” meaning a foolish or gullible person, with “mohawk,” the punk hairstyle. The term would become Larry’s signature insult on Curb for those who cross him.

Larry’s most Jewish qualities, however, are less explicit in the book and more related to his personality traits — chief among them, a remarkable stubbornness. (After all, God describes the Israelites in the Torah as a “stiff-necked people.”) The book recounts how, as a stand-up comedian, Larry would abruptly walk offstage whenever a crowd failed to respond to his jokes, earning him the title of “least likely to succeed” among his circle of comedian friends. As a screenwriter, he was similarly unwilling to bend, at times preferring to forfeit a writing credit rather than accept changes to his creative vision.

Harris, a Seinfeld superfan himself, spent six years conducting research for the book, FaceTiming Larry from his home in Colorado weekly at the onset of COVID and observing him on the set of Curb Your Enthusiasm, where Harris landed a role as an extra in the show’s finale.

I interviewed Harris to learn what spending time with Larry was really like — and whether the real-life Larry is just as much of a curmudgeon as his TV counterpart.

Responses have been lightly edited for clarity and length. 

How does Larry see his Jewishness? Was that something you talked about with him?

It was not something that Larry and I talked about a lot, but I blame myself. If anything, it was me just not asking enough questions about his Judaism. I’m Jewish, but other than High Holy Days, I don’t really practice very much, and I think Larry’s the same way. So we didn’t talk about it that much, except for certain episodes.

We did talk about his bar mitzvah [and his] little laughing incident when he was on the bima. I felt like that was a good indication that that was the kind of man Larry was going to be — that he’s a man who laughed a lot. He thought that was very juvenile, and I agreed.

You write in the book about how NBC executives initially worried that Seinfeld was ‘too Jewish.’ Do you know if that bothered Larry at all, that people saw it that way?

The first time Larry really became aware of that criticism of his material being “too Jewish” was with Prognosis: Negative. [Larry’s 1983 movie script about a noncommittal man who decides to reignite a relationship with his terminally ill ex-girlfriend.] That was the first time that he probably heard a lot of what he would later hear with Seinfeld or with Curb, but in a much smaller way.

At that time, Larry said he’d be willing to change the character’s name from Leo Bloom to Jesus Christ if it would help get the thing made. But other than that superficial change, you can see even back then, in 1983, when Larry had nothing, he was pretty unwilling to change very much that he felt like was important to the script. It’s fitting with Larry’s personality that he doesn’t see those things in terms of Jewish or not. He sees them in terms of funny or not.

One of the major themes of the book is Larry’s total unwillingness to compromise on his vision, even when it comes at the expense of his career. Where do you think that chutzpah comes from? 

I think that it comes from just the way that he views the artwork. Clearly, throughout his career, it is never about the money, and I think that’s what’s so romantic about Larry.

I guess the shortest way to put it is that success for Larry means success completely on his own terms, and to succeed otherwise isn’t a full success to him. So he’s unwilling to bend.

Did Larry have any objections to the contents of the book?

He sent me back the physical pages, like he would do for the writers at Seinfeld, with handwritten notes. Early on, during his standup days, there was a joke about the kangaroo — how male kangaroos suffered from pouch envy. Larry crossed it out and wrote “terrible joke.”

I thought two things. One, I actually don’t think that’s a terrible joke at all. It’s kind of funny that males suffer from pouch envy.

And then second, I said that it would be good for readers to know that you weren’t as funny as you were today when you first started off. So even if you think that’s a terrible joke, that doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be in the book. And he understood that, and he actually agreed with it.

I also did go to the Denver Zoo, and I asked the person at the kangaroo encampment what she thought of the joke. She thought it was pretty funny.

You’ve said that the real-life Larry is sweeter than the Larry on Curb. How much does Larry recognize that difference himself? Is that something he acknowledges, or something you gleaned through observation and talking to people who know him?

If you ask me, or if you ask his wife, or [Seinfeld and Curb producers] Jeff Schaffer or David Mandel, the number one difference between the character on the show and the person in real life is his level of kindness. Mary Steenburgen [who plays herself on Curb] calls him a sweetheart.

It’s not like he’s going around giving out compliments to people. But he’s a compassionate guy. He cares a lot about his daughters. He cares about how a person feels in a conversation with him.

But it is amazing to me that Larry, in real life, sees himself as so incredibly different from the character on Curb. Most people who know him pretty well will say that there’s a 75 to 90% overlap between the character and the person, whereas the Larry in real life acts as if they’re completely different entities. He often calls the character on the show his hero. That was one of the more interesting things to me, because it seems so obvious that there’s a lot more overlap than Larry acknowledges.

I remember talking to Larry one time, and he had just gotten back from a get-together with friends. I asked him how it went, and he said it was good, but it went on too long. He should have left earlier.

And I said, “Well, why didn’t you leave earlier?” And he said, “Well, it would have been kind of rude.” And I was like, “Yeah, but you’re Larry David.”

And the gist of his response was that he didn’t want to allow himself that license to do that, because once he leaned into the ‘I’m Larry David’ aspect, he saw a point of no return.

I think that shows a lot about him — that he knows that he probably could get away with more than he does, but he doesn’t want to give himself that license to act carte blanche like the character Larry David.

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The Hasidic Rabbi that brings together Jews and Arabs

עס זײַנען דא־ אַזעלכע מענטשן װא֞ס מע טךע׀ֿט זײ ךעגלמעסיק אױף דעך גאַס, אין קאַ׀ֿע, אַךום דעך שטא֞ט. אַזױ איז בײַ מי׹ און הךבֿ העךשל גליק.

׀ֿון אױבן אױף, זעט אױס אַז מי׹ זײַנען גאַנץ אַנדעךש, אײנעך ׀ֿונעם ׊װײטן. עך איז אַ חסיד; איך בין אַ ליבעךאַלע יי֎דישע. עך איז אַ ךבֿ; איך בין אַ לעךעךקע, אַ דךאַמאַטוךגין און אַן אַקטךיסע. ׀ֿון דעסטװעגן, װױנען מי׹ בײדע אין סטאַמ׀ֿא֞ךד֟היל, דעם „װיליאַמסבוךג“ ׀ֿון לא־נדא־ן, און אונדזעךע קךײַזן דעקן זיך אַ מא־ל.

הךבֿ גליק איז א֞בעך נישט קיין געוויינטלעכעך ךבֿ. אַחוץ זײַן אַךבעט ׊ו׊ו׊י֎ען יי֮דן שו יי֎דישקייט ׀ֿיךט עך א־ן מיטן „אַךאַביש֟יי֎דישן ׀ֿא֞ךום“ — אַן א֞ךגאַניזאַ׊יע ווא֞ס עך הא־ט געגךינדעט אַ יא־׹ ׀ֿאַך 9/11 — װא֞ס בךענגט ׊ונויף יי֮דן מיט אַךאַבעך און מוסולמענעך, כ֌די אוי׀ֿ׊והאַלטן גוטע באַ׊י֎ונגען ׊ווישן זיי. אין 2025 הא־ט מען אַךויסגעלא֞זט אַ נײַעם דא֞קומענטאַך װעגן הךבֿ גליקס לעבן און אַךבעט. דעם ׀ֿילם — „װי אַזױ שו לעבן בשלום מיט אַלעמען“ — הא־ט מען שױן געוויזן אין מיאַמי, אין לא־נדא־ן און אין אַנדעךע שטעט.

געשמועסט הא־בן מי׹ בײַ אים אין שטוב. אין עס׊ימעך, איז דעך טיש אַךומגעךינגלט מיט נישט װײניק ׀֌א֞לי׊עס, א֞נגע׀֌אַקט מיט ס׀ֿךים און ביכעך. אין גא־׹טן, אױ׀ֿן ג׹א־ז, גע׀ֿינט זיך אַ קא֞מ׀֌לעט הױדלקעס. װען איך בין אַךײַן אין הויז, הא־ט עך מי׹ סעךװיךט אַן ענגליש גלעזל טײ: אַ שװאַך׊עך „׀ֿךישטיקס֟טײ“ מיט מילך און ׊וקעך, מיט אַ ׀֌א֞ך קיכעלעך אױף דעך זײַט. אין מיטן אונדזעך שמועס, זעענדיק אַז איך הא־ב נא־ך נישט ׀ֿאַךזוכט די קיכעלעך, זא־גט עך מי׹, מיט אַ שמײכל׃ „זײ זײַנען נישט נא֞ך אױף שו קוקן!“ דאַן הא־ב איך זײ יא־ געגעסן, נישט װילנדיק אים באַלײדיקן.

הךבֿ גליק הא־ט אַ לאַנגע װײַסע בא־׹ד, און עך ט׹א־גט כ֌סדך אַ שװאַךץ֟און֟װײַסע קאַ׀֌א֞טע מיט אַ שװאַך׊ן קאַ׀֌ל אונטעך אַ שוואַך׊ן הוט. עך הא־ט ליב שו זא־גן, אַז עך איז אַן עכטעך לא֞נדא֞נעך, װײַל עך איז געבױךן געװא֞ךן אין װעסטמינסטעך֟ש׀֌יטא֞ל, נישט װײַט ׀ֿון ׀֌אַךלאַמענט און ׀ֿון באַקינגהאַם֟׀֌אַלאַץ.

בײדע עלטעךן זײַנע הא־בן געשטאַמט ׀ֿון עסטךײַך. ׀ֿון זײ — און די בא֞בע֟זײדעס װא֞ס הא־בן איבעךגעלעבט דעם חו׹בן — הא־ט עך זיך אױסגעלעךנט אַ מעךיבֿ֟יי֎דיש. אײדעך עך איז געװא֞ךן אַ ךבֿ, הא־ט עך געלעךנט אַ ׊ען יא־׹ אין ישיבֿות אין בךונואַ (לעבן ׀֌אַךיז), אין ניו֟יא֞ךק, אין ניו֟דזשעךזי און אין מא֞נטךעא֞ל.

הךבֿ גליק הא־ט ליב זיך שו ׀ֿאַךבינדן מיט נײַע מענטשן און נײַע קהילות, און עך איז נישט װײניק אַךומגע׀ֿא֞ךן. אין 2019 איז עך געװען דעך עךשטעך ךבֿ װא֞ס הא־ט אַ מא־ל געהאַלטן אַ ךע׀ֿעךאַט אין אַן אוניוועךסיטעט אין ׀֌אַקיסטאַן. ׀ֿאַךאַיא֞ךן, שמועסנדיק מיט מי׹ אױף דעך גאַס, הא־ט עך גע׀ֿךעגט ׀ֿון װאַנען די מש׀֌חה מײַנע קומט. אַז איך הא־ב מודה געװען אַז איך קען בלויז דעם יי֎דישן נא֞מען ׀ֿון דעך עלטעך֟בא֞בנס שטעטל, הא־ט עך מיך גע׀ֿךעגט ווא֞ס איז דעך יי֎דישעך נא֞מען, און גלײַך מיטגעטײלט אַז דא֞ס שטעטל איז אין הײַנטיקן אוקךאַי֎נע און אויך װי עס הײסט אױף אוקךאַי֎ניש. סוף֟כ֌ל֟סוף, הא־ב איך עס געקענט גע׀ֿונען אױף דעך מאַ׀֌ע.

בײַם סוף ׀ֿון דעך קא֞מוניסטישעך ת֌קו׀ֿה אין מזךח֟אײךא֞׀֌ע, הא־ט עך זיך ׀ֿאַךבונדן מיט דעך יי֎דישעך קהילה, װא֞ס איז דעמא֞לט געווען אין טשעכא֞סלא֞װאַקײַ. דא־׹ט הא־ט עך גע׀ֿונען יי֮דן, װא֞ס הא־בן געװא֞לט לעךנען ת֌וךה און ת֌למוד.

„דא֞ס זײַנען געװען עלטעךע יי֮דן װא֞ס הא־בן אין די קינדעךיא֞ךן זיך געלעךנט אין חד׹, אין דעך הײם“ — הא־ט הךבֿ גליק געזא֞גט — „און מיט אַ מא־ל הא־בן זײ געהאַט אַ געלעגנהייט שו לעךנען מיטן יונגן דו׹ ת֌וךה.“ שוליב דעם װא֞ס עס זײַנען נישט געװען קײן משניות אױף טשעכיש, הא־ט הךבֿ גליק געקױ׀ֿט אַ קא֞מ׀֌לעט משניות איבעךגעזע׊ט אויף יי֎דיש ׀ֿון שׂימחה פּעטךושקע (1893—1950). אַזױ אַךום, הא־בן די װא֞ס הא־בן נישט גוט געקענט לשון֟קודש געקענט איבעךזע׊ן יעדע משנה ׀ֿון יי֎דיש אױף טשעכיש, און ווײַטעך לעךנען.

הײַנט שו טא־ג איז הךבֿ גליק דעך עמעךיךטעך ךבֿ ׀ֿון דעך שיל „שעךי מזל֟טובֿ“ (װאַל׀ֿא֞ךד֟ךא֞וד), לעבן סטאַמ׀ֿא֞ךד֟היל. ׀ֿאַך דעם איז עך געװען דעך ךבֿ ׀ֿון דעך האַקני֟שול, נישט װײַט ׀ֿון יענעך געגנט. עך איז אויך געווען דעך בעל֟הבית ׀ֿונעם באַקאַנטן כ֌שךן בעקעךײַ „׀֌אַךקװײ.“ זינט 2015 איז עך דעך ׀֌ךעזידענט ׀ֿון די שומךים ׀ֿון סטאַמ׀ֿא֞ךד֟היל.

װי אַזױ איז אים אײַנגע׀ֿאַלן שו ג׹ינדן דעם „אַךאַביש֟יי֎דשן ׀ֿא֞ךום“? נא־כן אַךבעטן אױף עטלעכע ׀֌ךא֞יעקטן װא֞ס שליסן שלום ׊װישן לענדעך װי איךאַן, קו֌װײט, איךאַק און ישׂךאל֟׀֌אַלעסטינע, זא־גט עך, „הא־ב איך זיך באַקענט און באַ׀ֿךײַנדט מיט אַ סך אַךאַבעך, מוסולמענעך און אַנדעךע, אין דעם געגנט. און כ׳הא֞ב געזען אַז מע קען אַךבעטן ׊וזאַמען — נישט נא֞ך אַז מע קען, נא֞ך אַז מע אַךבעט זײעך געשמאַק ׊וזאַמען ׀ֿאַך אַלגעמײנע זאַכן.“

עך הא־ט א֞נגעהױבן טךאַכטן ׀ֿון די באַ׊י֎ונגען ׊װישן יי֮דן, אַךאַבעך און מוסולמענעך אין ענגלאַנד, װו֌ עך װױנט.

„מע אַךבעט ׊וזאַמען, און מע ׀ֿאַךשטײט אײנעך דעם ׊װײטן, און מע העל׀ֿט אײנעך דעם ׊װײטן, און מע שטי׊ט אײנעך דעם ׊װײטן,“ הא־ט הךבֿ גליק געזא֞גט. „א֞בעך כ׳הא֞ב געטךאַכט אַז, ׀ֿא֞ךט, [זײַנען] דא־ ענינים װא֞ס ג׹א־בן אונטעך די גוטע אַךבעט ׊װישן אונדז. מע דאַךף ע׀֌עס מאַכן — גוטע ׀ֿונדאַמענטן — כ֌די אַז די גוטע ׊וזאַמען֟לעבן און די גוטע מיטאַךבעט זא־ל װײַטעך גײן, בעזךת השם.“

נא־כן דוךכךעדן דעם געדאַנק מיט ׀ֿאַךשידענע יי֎דישע און מוסולמענישע ׀ֿיךעך אין לא־נדא־ן, איז דעך ׀ֿא֞ךום געגךינדעט געווא֞ךן אין יא־׹ 2000.

לױט הךבֿ גליק, הא־ט דעך ׀ֿא֞ךום דעךמעגלעכט בעסעךע באַ׊י֎ונגען ׊װישן דעך מוסולמענישעך, יי֎דישעך און אַךאַבישעך באַ׀ֿעלקעךונג אין לא־נדא־ן, ס׀֌ע׊יעל אין און אַךום סטאַמ׀ֿא֞ךד֟היל. „מע גײט דא־ אין גאַס, און מע גײט דא־ אין געגנט — זעט מען נישט נא֞ך אַז יי֮דן און מוסולמענעך לעבן גוט אײנעך לעבן ׊װײטן; מי׹ לעבן גוט אין אײנעם, ב׮ה.“

הךבֿ גליק האַלט, אַז כא֞טש ס׳איז זיכעך דא־ מעך אַנטיסעמיטיזם אישט װי ׀ֿאַך די טעךא֞ךיסטישע אַטאַקן אויף ישׂךאל דעם 7טן א֞קטא֞בעך 2023 און דעך מלחמה ׊ווישן ישׂךאל און די ׀֌אַלעסטינעך, איז נישטא֞ קײן ׀ֿאַךגלײַך ׊װישן אונדזעךע ׊ײַטן און די יא־׹ן ׀ֿון דעך נאַ׊יסטישעך ת֌קו׀ֿה.

„װען מע קוקט װי יי֮דן לעבן הײַנט, איבעך דעך גאַנ׊עך װעלט, זײַנען דא־ שװעךיקײטן — כ׳װײס ׀֌ונקט װא֞ס קומט ׀ֿא֞ך, א׀ֿשך בעסעך װי אַנדעךע. א֞בעך איך הא־ב עלטעךן װא֞ס הא־בן מיטגעלעבט די 30עך יא־׹ן, און איך זא־ג אײַך, א־ן קײן שום ס׀ֿק, אַז הײַנט איז נישט אַזױ װי אין די 30עך יא־׹ן.“

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