When I hear BDS anti-Israel messages steeped in self-righteous indignation – at once demanding and accusing – I remember the playground bullies in the past, and I initially come up blank once again. As a child, I was outnumbered by louts and their allies. They were never alone in the encounter. I was always alone. But this is not a playground, and I am no longer a child.
These accusations, when repeated over and over again, sounds like truth to people who are only marginally interested. Now, when I hear them spouting off their opinions in social encounters, I wait for the pause and ask them if I heard them correctly. I repeat what I heard with a different inflection. There is another pause on their part and, like many bullies, they turn their head and look for something else to do. Sometimes other listeners in the encounter ask me questions.
But I still feel singled out and alone.