The very idea that Kate McMillan is an anti-semite is — well, I’d need a coffee before I could come up with the right word.
I know the definition of “racist” has devolved to mean “having the poor taste to simply mention race at all, even if the subject is, say, sickle cell anemia — or FBI stats which claim that African Americans commit more violent crimes than whites.”
When Ann Coulter got in trouble for her remarks about the differences between Judasim and Christianity, she was called an anti-semite — again, an absurd charge; again, because she had the poor taste to bring up the two thousand year old fact that Jews and Christians believe different things.
Once upon a time, we’d have uttered a collective “duh”, but those times are long gone.
I have a black sense of humor. Very little is off limits for me. Actually I can’t think of anything right this minute. That puts me in the minority, I know.
With each passing year, as survivors pass on and new generations are born, it is inevitable that the Holocaust will no longer be seen as one of those “off limits” topics.
The event simply cannot evoke the same feelings in a twenty or thirty year old as it does in an older person who remembers seeing footage of concentration camps for the first time.
(And I’m not convinced that the inevitable sanctification of the Holocaust has turned out to be the best — for lack of a better phrase — p.r. move for the Jewish people.)
I’ve noticed this already, what with Maus
