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Antisemitism

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The name of the hospital was the Jan S. Marais Hospital in Blanckenberg Street.

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I actually forgot to mention that the Jan S Marais was one of the first private hospitals in the Cape. It treated all patients regardless of colour. It still exists today as the Melomed Hospital. Talking to my brother today, he filled me in that one of the big issues was that my father chose a builder/architect , well known in the Jewish community, who was just not up to the project and this was an additional problem in the running of the hospital.

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The rooinekke, the f Jews and die ware Afrikaners! 

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The rooinekke, the f Jews and die ware Afrikaners! 

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1.      Family’s stories about experiencing anti-semitism in SA.

I do not know of any of my father’s or mother’s experiences, if any of anti-semitism in South Africa. My father was born in South Africa and lived in Johannesburg until he died. My mother, a refugee from Berlin, married into my father’s family (from Lithuania). She lived in Johannesburg from 1936 to her death in 1987.

2.      My own experience of anti-semitism while living in SA

I never experienced any anti-semitism directed towards me. I was born and lived in Johannesburg for 70 years.

My two children were subjected to anti-semitic assaults while at school –

·        My son and his friend, at a government primary school in the middle 1980’s, were insulted by co-pupils for being absent on Jewish holidays

·        My son and another pupil, at high school, experienced physical assault (their arms were pulled through an open brickwork wall and their hands were tied with the ends of their ties pulled through the bricks) while being taunted for being Jewish.

My son did not tell either me or his father about either the incident at primary school, nor the incident at high school.

·         My daughter, in her first year at Auckland Park Preparatory School in 1994, found a typed note on her desk saying “All Jews must die”.  The whole class was horrified. The matter was immediately escalated to the principal and chair of the governing body. After break a girl came to my daughter and said she’d put the note there.  In the afternoon the principal visited our home. We declined the request by the girl’s mother to visit us.  The girls in the class responded by “sending her to Coventry” until after the school holidays.

In the coming months five or six mothers approached me to say how shocked they were. However, leadership by the Governing Body Chair and Principal failed, I felt, to use this opportunity by open discussion with the parents of this elite, multi-racial school.

There was only one other, younger, Jewish pupil at the school.

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My father had a brother in England and one in the USA. He was in the shelter but they would not grant him a visa to remain. The USA in 1925 had closed it’s doors temporarily. He had many cousins in South Africa and that became his choice.

My father in law Julius Goodman, who I am sure Richard remembers from Parow, had a very interesting story

He was a Yeshiva bocher and while layning tephilim one morning, the Russian soldiers burst into his home and he would not answer them while davening. They then left him alone calling him a stupid Jew and departed. Hidden under his mattress was a revolver and if discovered, execution would have been the result.

He always believed that Hashem had a hand in this act. He served with Richards father as Gabba of the Parow Shul

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I have never had any direct antisemitism towards me. My mother married my father in 1941 and joined the forces’ Women’s Auxiliary in JHB. He was already enlisted and, as she arrived,  he left for North Africa. She stayed in the army and passed her sergeant exams at the top of the class. The other candidates complained loudly about her success and surmised it was because she was a “Jew-girl”.  She replied that it meant that Jews believed in education and hard work, which shut them up and made her a hero to the other female troops!

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1. Both my parents were born in South Africa and never told any stories about antisemitism.  In retrospect, what was implicit in comments from all adult family members (aunts, uncles & grandparents) - but I cannot remember this explicitly articulated - was that gentiles (goyim) didn't like Jews and we should be careful around them.

2. I did not experience any antisemitism growing up nor any direct antisemitism as an adult.

I attended Herzlia - and in high school I did hear occasional reports about antisemitic remarks from my male rugby & cricket-playing classmates.

At girl guide camp I found some curiosity about Jews - but no antisemitism.

My knowledge about antisemitism in general came from reading (novels); about antisemitism in South Africa ,first from school and later when I served on the SAJBD (Cape Council) for four years, and from focused reading as I became more interested.

As an aside, philo-semitism can also make one very uncomfortable. A colleague at the university used to ask me what days El Al flies and various other questions that took for granted I would know just because I was Jewish (there were two other biological jews, both of whom behaved as "non Jewish Jews".)

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The only antisemitism I experienced was in the army when i did my national service , once i had qualified as a Lieutenant , it went away .
in all my working experience , maybe one or two comment's by colleagues related to money for which afterwards they both apologized. I have been called a self hating Jew by fellow Jews with regards to my stance   on Israel and the two state solution  which I feel more hurtful about then any anti Semitic remarks .

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In 1979, I worked as a history teacher in what was considered a highly political 'coloured school' in Cape Town. There, I met the German teacher, a Moslem woman, who the pupils were not very fond of. She had a hard background thanks to the apartheid regime. I never questioned the Moslem-Jewish relationship. The colour issue was paramount at that time and since it limited her in many ways, I was happy to let her use my identity for various needs such as renting an apartment in my name.

At the time, I realised that my choices were to either become a lot more involved in the anti-apartheid struggles or to leave the country. There seemed to be no moral compromise. However, it was also very clear to me (Jewish radar being what it is), that no matter what I did/sacrificed for the struggle, I would always be regarded in some way as the outsider Jew.

Thus the currents of the time washed me up in Tel Aviv. I wrote to tell my 'friend' about my exciting new life. I had a very clear reply. I was directly told that since I had aligned myself against the disenfranchised, she no longer wanted anything to do with me.

There was no questioning her 'facts'. There was no room for discussion. There was pure hatred.

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My father was a committed Zionist but his journey to Palestine from Lithuania in 1925 was hijacked and he landed in South Africa. In 1981 he and my mother immigrated to Israel to join my elder sister who had joined Kibbutz Tzora 15 years earlier. My other two sisters followed. My parents passed away in the 1990's and are buried there
I was a member of Hashtilim and Habonim and went to local and national camps.
In 1956 persuaded my father to sign a document permitting me to join Mahal but he changed his mind and removed the document from my jacket while I slept. Have visited Israel on 26 occasions