I went to see my adoptive family in Boston for Pesach (for the Jewishly impaired, that means Passover). I have a good friend who founded an organization years before the war started called SLIP- Students Learning about Israel Palestine, or something like that. He organized a speaker from B’tselem, an Israeli human rights NGO, Anat Biletzki. Her talk was wonderful at first; speaking about how both Israel and Palestine have been blocking aid from each other’s NGOs since the 80s. And then she started talking about how antisemitism hasn’t existed since the 40s. The students–a combination of Jews and Palestinians–all looked to her in shock and confusion. Several students raised their hands, asking her what amounted ultimately to What the fuck? I have actively been experiencing antisemitism for years, and she had the audacity to say we’d actually been experiencing anti-Zionism, and that there was nothing wrong with anti-Zionism. There sure as fuck is something wrong with it. You, dear reader, saw the Welcome page. Look at me in the digital eyes and tell me that what I’ve been experiencing is anti-Zionism. Seriously. Tell me what I’ve experienced.
I will give her one credit: She’s Israeli. Her entire perspective on what is antisemitism is different, because, well… the antisemitism she’s experienced is just anti-Zionism. She’s experienced bombings and rockets, not being spat on on the train. Furthermore, Israelis frankly just… don’t give a fuck. It’s a national attitude. Rocket this, rocket that; they all get shot down anyway.

What I’m presenting in this gallery is a collection of photos I’ve taken of antisemitic encounters I’ve had since October 2023 through May of 2024. You may say “this one isn’t antisemitic,” “that one isn’t antisemitic,” but I say to you: you don’t get to decide! I do! This gallery is only of in-person encounters. Images will be described as soon as physically possible. I may add another archive section with my online encounters at a later date.
This gallery isn’t full of everything I’ve experienced. I’ve taken down too many of the same damn pictures and posters, and some of them I’ve been so angry at that I didn’t even think to photograph them before taking them down. One such poster that is absent really got under my skin–and thankfully I haven’t seen another copy of it–had cheesy remixes of Israel’s name into Ishell, Isnotreal, and so on. Yeah, sure, call that anti-Zionism. If Israel isn’t real, I guess I should just disappear! Isn’t that what they want?