> Strange you would post this today. Just yesterday I experienced an
> anti-Semitic incident that made me feel like I was in Dachau. I
> commented to a passerby how cheap someone was who was carrying their
> heavy laundry 3 extra blocks to save $2 dollars. The woman turned around
> to me and said "Yeah, what a Jew". I shouted at her "My mother was in
> Auschwitz!!"; which is a crock of bullshit, as my mother wasn't born
> until after the war. She said that she too had lost a loved one at
> Auschwitz and that she also qualified as a survivor. It turned out her
> grandfather was in the SS and had got drunk one night and broke his neck
> falling from the guard tower. I have been shell shocked ever since.
Pretty funny. Also, I don't see anything anti semitic about saying, "What a Jew!", to express their amazement over someone's cheapness. I have known many Jews. Most of the people I gravitated to in my life were Jews. I was an outcast. More so than the average Jew who not only delights in the label but knows how to use it to their advantage. The victim card. Now I will tell you a true story from when I lived in L.A.
My girlfriend Jill and I were going through the checkout aisle of a super market. I noticed the guy ahead of us looked Jewish. I mean no doubt about it Jewish. Jill was not in on it with me. I used her as a bounce board. Even though I was talking to Jill I aimed my volume in the direction of the guy in front of us, pretending this was just the continuation of a conversation we were already having.
"What do you mean they're not cheap?", I said, bouncing the words off her toward the guy ahead of us. "Every last one of them I've ever met was cheap."
It was a harmless experiment of sorts. I had my eyes on the guy the whole time. There was nothing malicious about my comments or the tone of my voice, so I had no worries there. I just wanted to see his reaction. I could see his body tense up. His ears perk up. He was tuned in for sure.
Then I continued: "Don't tell me they're not cheap. I've known my share of them and I'm telling you, every Scottish person I've ever met was cheap."
I could see the guy relax, sort of. He never looked at us, but his head was not in the straight ahead position it was in before I made my comments. I played him like a puppet. Or maybe he played me. All it know is it was funny. I love those spontaneous moments. When I was younger I was bold that way. But I was never confrontational. First I'm too nice a guy, and second, I don't have the guts. Anyway, I do that a lot - talk to one person but I'm really directing the words at someone else nearby just to see their reactions.
As for me, I wanted to walk that hill with the laundry because it was something I used to do all the time and I wanted to test my back and legs. I was abusive to them. After the laundry I limped a few blocks to the bus stop and waited more than an hour holding that bag over my shoulder, moaning and sometimes screaming. Turns out the route for the bus I had been waiting for was terminated last week and I didn't know it. I am not cheap. But I know how to live that way. When you live on $800 a month you have to be frugal. But I feel more rich now than ever in my life because I'm not working and the rent in this HUD place is only $200. It's a pretty clean place - a lot of people with walkers and wheelchairs. I have not yet joined them in that department but I could be on my way.