When I was 9 years old, someone drew a swastika on a bathroom stall in my elementary school. I barely remember anything about the assembly we had afterward, but I remember crying in the car that afternoon. Later, when I was in high school, I chased a classmate down the hallway to try to get him to explain what he meant by “You can see the Jewish in his eyes.” Once, a boy set down a coin in front of me; after I did not pick it up, he told me I’d passed the “Jewish test.” I am starting with...