maypirate

Here is your backstory: I was loud at lunch, some German students said something to me, I assume it was "Shut the fuck up," I ignored them and said "They killed my people."

I made an assumption of an insult, I retaliated with the first thing that came to mind.

Yes, it was bad, it was very very bad, that`s not something we should joke about, no they weren`t responsible, I know that, I know that, old blood, old wounds, I know, I`m fucking smart enough. I`m well aware of the brutality, I have enough sense and enough of a soul to respect the Shoah.

So you don`t dare tell me that I should know better, especially if you follow it up with an admission that you don`t follow your own advice.

I don`t owe you an apology, you don`t stand for them or my goddamn people Israel, all my owed apologies are to God, for my transgressions, for I should have known better, you don`t dare tell me what do or chastise me like you were my father on sedatives and say "I think we should think about this." You don`t stand there with your arms folded like I`m the younger one and I should know better and it`s good that you`re there to teach me, it`s good that you know I feel guilty, it`s good that I know my anger isn`t always logical.

And you NEVER call me half Jewish.

You NEVER call me that.

YOu wouldn`t understand, because you wear it like a badge, use it as a punchline for a joke. You wouldn`t understand what I`ve gone through my whole life, just because my mom happened to Hail Mary when she was young, you wouldn`t understand.

Faith is faith, faith is in your blood with belief, there is not only race there is what you feel in your heart, and if I am half Jewish what do you call converts? What do you call people who have "Jewish blood" but follow Christ? What do you say to that?

What do you say to that?

They are my people if I am Jewish in my heart, and I am Jewish in my heart, and you NEVER call me half Jewish.

And I don`t owe you an apology, I made a mistake and I owe recognition to myself and shame to God.

And you, Reid Sheridan, are one of four things that have made me cry since I came to Japan. Congratulations.