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Jews cannot afford to be naïve about the hatred that never died.

JL;DR SUMMARY Tzlil Berko recounts a personal encounter with antisemitism on a Washington, D.C. train, emphasizing the pervasive and enduring nature of Jew-hatred. A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about, fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least, that was the handle his lovin' parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Lebowski, he called himself the Dude. Now, Dude, that's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then, there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that's why I found the place s'durned innarestin'.

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Jewish HistoryHolocaustJewish IdentityJewish StateResilienceCourageMemoryPrejudice

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Israel
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Washington, D.C., Washington DC, United States
"to the United States, more precisely to Washington, D.C., where my mom, Dr. Anat Berko, was a visiting professor at George Washington University."
Maryland, United States
"It was during my first few days in the United States, and I decided to take the Red Line from Maryland to visit my mothers office at the university."

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