Since October 7th, I have been called a self-hating Jew by people I have never met. I am no more self-hating than the next exhausted Jewish woman with “child-bearing” hips and a truly chaotic natural curl pattern. But to the conservatives who have met writing with wrath, by criticizing the IDF’s response to the atrocities of the 7th, I must be a traitor to my religion and to myself.
Fine. Or as my grandmother would say: Feh.
Then, last summer, Donald Trump started gaining in the polls, and something far more sinister emerged in public on Instagram and in private over emails I sent and screen-shotted in disbelief: