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The Swastika on the Desk

The Swastika on the Desk

Unsettling times for American Jews as dark clouds of anti-Semitism intrude.


I was in the classroom when I saw it. I thought it was the usual inkblot souvenir left by the rambunctious teenagers at the Middle school where I teach, but there was nothing typical about it. Etched on the cream desk was a dark blue swastika, about the size of gumdrop and about as big as anything I had ever seen. Do these children even understand what their graffiti represents?

When I was a child, I watched a lot of TV. A lot. Before cable, before DVR’s, I would sit in front of our Sony television set with the rabbit ears and turn the dial until I found something to satiate my prepubescent curiosity. Instead of getting stuck watching bowling, one afternoon, when I was ten, I found myself glued to a movie called, Playing for Time. Many of the scenes, the imagery – still haunt me all these years later. I reluctantly watched over two hours’ worth of horror. Shocked at how a once beautiful, respectable lady, was now singing Opera music in a concentration camp, in exchange for her life. Her emaciated body and sprouts of red hair was a site to behold. In light of recent events of anti-Semitism, these images are in the forefront of my mind.

It was in that moment I knew that my life as a Jew was different than others.

What made this story particularly morose was it was the first publically broadcasted show that showed exactly what happened to the people who were ripped from their normal lives. One minute the ample sized women were in furs and silken scarves and quickly they were transformed emaciated, nearly bald waifs scrimmaging for bread.

The Gestapo had them strip and shaved, and through expert directing you felt as if you were truly in the camps with them. And it was in that moment I knew that my life as a Jew was different than others. That at any moment, I could be taken from my home and stripped of my dignity, my tresses. It was in this moment I saw the world differently.

Growing up in Brooklyn I did not always feel privileged, although I was. I went to public schools, took public transportation and was vulnerable. But I never thought that even though I was in America that the hatred for my people would evaporate. Yet I lived my life. When I traveled and left the comfort of New York I realized for the first time how much Jews were hated.

First, when I lived in Georgia, I came in contact with different beliefs. People I considered friends would openly say, “That’s too much, can I Jew you down?” When I told them that was offensive, they could not comprehend why.

My colleagues who were true southerners appeared to accept me, however one told me, “Elana I like you but I could never bring you home. My grandfather is in the Klan.”

Atlanta has a large Jewish population, but hateful groups were omnipresent. Eventually I left to travel, with a bittersweet after-taste of southern hospitality mixed with latent anti-Semitism.

My parents told me when I went abroad not to tell anyone I was Jewish, but that advice fell on deaf ears. When I met the ever-present German travelers, I mentioned my background within minutes, often leading to lively debates. For most, I was their first Jewish friend and they often bombarded me with questions, finally admitting that they never liked people “like me” before. When my trip overlapped with Rosh Hashanah I found the one temple in Quito, Ecuador and went for services. There were guards with large guns at every entrance surrounding the temple. Their presence both scared and eased me.

I didn’t think that Nazi’s could exist in a country of people of color, but I was wrong.

When I went to purchase a knapsack from an upcoming trip, the salesman had a small black swastika on his arm. I told him in my best Spanish that I could not buy anything from him. He could not understand. Did he even know what that tattoo meant?

As a child I took the crowded B68 bus that transferred passengers up and down Coney Island in Brooklyn, NY. I witnessed old women with gray hair and sleeveless dresses, with tattooed numbers etched on their arms, sometimes rubbing into them on the way to the back to get a seat. Picturing them in the camps, I wondered how they survived.

We think because we are Americans, we are safe. We’re not.

Radicals say the Holocaust never happened. Cynics say Jews are oversensitive, paranoid. Of course it will never happen again. But it did and it does in different forms of genocide all over the world. But we think because we are Americans, we are safe.

We’re not.

Anti-Semitic incidents on college campuses doubled in the past year.

According to an ADL report, between August 2015 and July 2016, at least 800 journalists received some 19,000 anti-Semitic tweets, sent by 1,600 users.

Jewish residents of Whitefish, Montana are being targeted and harassed by followers of Alt-Right leader Richard Spencer.

A Philadelphia storefront was sprayed with a swastika and the words "Sieg Heil 2106," meaning "Hail Victory," a popular Nazi chant, and the word "Trump," with a swastika in place of the "T."

Swastikas were drawn in the dormitory of The New School in NYC, in Adam Yauch Park in Brooklyn Heights and many other places.

Since the day I saw Playing for Time, I have thought that this horror could happen again. I’ve pledged to make a life where I help others, a teacher, a Peace Corps volunteer, an activist, and a writer. My voice will be heard.

I remain here in the city of my birth, in the nation of my trust. I spit on my hand, just as my mother used to, and with my fingers smudge the swastika off the school desk. It is not indelible; it can be removed but it can never go away. I returned this week to the classroom. Another swastika had been drawn.

December 31, 2016

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Visitor Comments: 28

(19) jim, January 10, 2017 6:23 AM

almost forgot

hate symbols and hate for jews is not as rampant in usa as is the same for blacks and arab types and then there is a white man i know the historic and present grading of this hate. but no one, including the poor and the homeless, no one NOT WHITE AND MID-UPPER CLASS MEN should be relaxing, as for the democrat-liberals, they MUST change and act!

(18) Genia Wheeler, January 5, 2017 3:59 PM

The right is not the problem.

This isn't a problem on the right but the left. The college campus are telling Jews that they can't be in safe spaces is the left. The BDS movement is the left. Obama has been anti Israel from day one. Trump supports know he has Jewish family members. I have heard people say not to vote for Trump because he has Jews for grandkids. Stop the lies and point to the real problem. It is in your back yard. I live in a red state and I never have a problem with being Jewish and proud. It is only when I met a person on the left that I am screamed at about israel. So why not write about that.

(17) Ben, January 4, 2017 3:35 PM

maybe tell class about Holocaust

Maybe its a signal its time to tell the class about the Nazi symbol and why its wrong and not accepted in your class, and the principal about it as well.

Dvirah, January 4, 2017 5:10 PM

Certainly A Lesson

Yes! But carefully thought out, not by lecturing but by leading the students themselves to realize the significance.
Incidently, this article caused me to do some research and in fact the original meaning of the swastika was "good fortune". Hitler chose it for its dramatic appearance and because he mistakenly believed the sign to belong to the ancestor tribe of the Germans.
So it might be in order to question the bearer of the symbol as to what it means to him/her, before assuming the post-Hitlerian meaning.
Also, in teaching about its meaning it would be well to begin with the original meaning and usage; in demonstrating how Hitler perverted this once beneficient symbol, the whole Nazi perversion becomes clearer.

(16) Fredric M. London, January 3, 2017 10:38 PM

Partners In Recovery

I used to work for this agency. At one point, an antisemitic coworker, responding to someone asking if a trainer was going to bring food, stated, "She better, she really Jewed us the last time." Guess what this agency, funded by tax dollars, did to the antisemite? NOTHING. No punishment at all, no loss of privileges, nothing.

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