Several years ago, a Jewish friend sat over coffee and talked with me about hate. Anti-Semitic hate. The brand of hate that descended upon Overland Park Sunday afternoon.
At first, she worried that her words sounded too comfortable.
She’s distanced by several generations from the genocide of the Holocaust. She’s never been denied a job or been snubbed in a public space due to her faith. She’s never been called a slur.
And yet, by being Jewish, she faces a real threat. It’s a menacing fear that dares her to discount it.
That fear filled our community Sunday afternoon.