This ties directly into what is easily one of my top “...oh.” conversations as a Sunday School teacher. (To forestall the obligatory question from the goyim, yes, I’m Jewish, the context is Jewish, yes, it’s still on Sundays.)
One of the kids -not officially one of mine yet, but he would be soon, and I’d had his class before -and I were talking about antisemitism. Kid was the only Jewish kid in his grade at school -not unusual, where we were. His teacher, at the start of the year, had had them all make drawings of what it was to be a ‘good citizen’. A... significant majority of the students had just done a swastika with a slash through it.
And you’d think that would be good, right? Except... this was a school that was notorious for having issues for the Jewish students (or it would have been if the other schools in the area had been any different). Another Jewish child a bit younger than him had come up to me the year before and asked me what ‘kike’ meant. His teacher had used it. In reference to him. Context had made it clear that it was both bad and something to do with being Jewish. His parents hadn’t given him an answer, so... he came to me, because I was the teacher who used swears. A child the age of the first child was, at that time, although I did not know it, the target of a severe and ongoing antisemitic harassment campaign that had him legitimately afraid for her life. Another child, older than the others, was regularly frustrated nearly to the point of tears because her teachers kept bringing up Judaism and getting everything wrong. All of them were used to the “oh, another holiday” or “can’t you just be normal” or “so when [x] goes to church OH I’M SoRrY tEmPlE” from adults and the constant unending pressure of assimilatebenormalapologizeforkillingjesusyoucanneverapologizeandneveratoneassimilateorburnforeverassimilateyouretoodifferentassimilateassimilateassimilatebenormal.
And it was in that context that this little Jewish elementary schooler, one who also is never assumed to be white, was sitting as the only Jew, surrounded all day by swastikas, many of them drawn by the same people who bullied him and his Sunday school classmates for being Jews, most of whom routinely said and did antisemitic things, often with his family or one of a handful of others at most being the only Jews they or their families had encountered.
And here’s the thing, that “here’s what we’re against” as a baseline form of support thing aggravates the hell out of me. Support people for their sake, not because you see them as tools of a cause. But having to help a ten year old help find the words for “it doesn’t matter that they’re crossed out; no one who drew them knows what they mean and what they stood for, not really, and I’m still there surrounded by them all the time” and identify and articulate his feelings about that was... pretty fucking heartbreaking. I don’t care if you hate nazis. I care if you support Jews. You can hate them and hate us. It’s pretty fucking common. What is your active means of making them unwelcome? And why don’t you want them present? Is it to show that you know the right words? Do you just think that means “bad people I don’t agree with”? Or are there people you want to keep safe?