Last week, I had dinner with a poet friend whom I hadn't seen in a long time. The subject of antisemitism came up in the context of a literary festival in Albany where two writers refused to be on a panel with a "Zionist." I guess I didn't use air quotes. My friend, who is hearing impaired, didn't get the inflection, didn't understand that I was being ironic. He replied, "Yes,
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