If some of you guys knew my history as a kid growing up in my part of Brookyn, you would understand my sensitivity to religious and ethnic issues.
At the time, the neighborhood (Canarsie) was only 50% Jewish, 40% Italian, 5% German and 5% Irish, and just one black kid.
Can you imagine? Only 50% Jewish.
Every day walking home from school, the orthodox Jewish kids would push me to the ground and draw a yamulka (skull cap) on my head with a magic marker, because I never actually wore one. They teased me with haunts of, "Bad Jew! OY VEY! Ira! Where's your YALMULKA!?"
Yes, they'd eventually let me continue on my way home--after demanding to see my Bar Mitzvah certificate--but shortly thereafter, the Italian kids would bully me:
"Hey--you don't know SQUAT about cooking a decent sauce or lasagne! What's your momma cooking for you tonight--POTATO PANCAKES!? BOILED CHICKEN!? CHOPPED LIVER!? HAH!!!"
These words cut like a knife, because of course, they were right. It was boiled chicken, potato pancakes and chopped liver for dinner once again.
The German kids never really bothered me, because they were all in jail. And the Irish kids were seldom a problem either, because they were at the bars.
I never did meet that black kid, though.