by Lisa Lieberman
My first teaching job was at a small college in the Midwest that had not wholly succeeded in shedding its Baptist past. Jews there kept a low profile, not through fear of anti-Semitism but out of a kind of modesty that seemed in keeping with the Midwestern ethos. I remember being buttonholed by a Christian colleague at a cocktail party in 1988, during the height of the intifada. “What’s Shamir doing, sending soldiers to kill children?” I was asked.
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