Anyone who follows my articles knows that I fought my way through the streets as a young Jewish girl. No – it wasn’t in the streets of NYC. It was in a suburb. in Maryland, believe it or not.
I was always an athletic kid and I loved football – watching it or playing it. I could throw a spiral pass and connect with the receiver way down field. Because of this, the boys in our neighborhood fought over which team would get me as Q-back.
But not all of the kids fought over me. Some just wanted to fight me. They called me dirty Jew, Kike, Christ killer – the names went on and on. Then they would verbally attack my father calling him a “Penny pinching Jew” and they called our car a “Jew canoe.”
After a while, this really got to me. I was skinny, well…
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