The essay ends on an excellent note, and one I've felt since forever: that if, as a people oppressed, the Jews are not able to stand up for the oppressed everywhere, we have completely forgotten what it means to be a Jew. These endlessly self-referential magazines, with their self-revering tone, are too hypocritical and riddled with internal contradictions to survive very long.
No good can come of it, but maybe this: That our nationalism—racism, even—finally allowed unfettered expression on these American shores, will burn itself out as its contradictions become clearer. No one can look at Heeb, or the "Superjew" and "Yo Semite" T-shirts, without feeling ashamed—even if that magazine and those T-shirts are themselves products of that feeling of shame and are meant as a rebuke to it. The greatness of this people was also that it once believed its experience of oppression to be a universal one, and its fortunes tied to all those who are oppressed. There are many ways back to that belief, including through ethnic particularism, if one wants to find that way. Otherwise secular Jews deserve to become like people of Scottish descent: to wear yarmulkes twice a year like kilts, and toot shofars like bagpipes, calling no one back to righteousness.
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