I remember my first experience with antisemitism like it was yesterday. With the naivete that only a college freshman could possess, I walked into the basement of Reynolds Hall at the University of Chicago, where the French club was conducting its first meeting. I did not speak a word of French, but that was beside the point. I sat with excitement as my upperclassmen peers exchanged words in French over a Trader Joe’s baguette and jam, feeling like my fantasy of romantic college academia was finally coming to life. It didn’t. I was stopped in my tracks when I heard...
Monitoring Antisemitism Intel
