We Are the Hollow Men / We Are the Stuffed Men

They say the Jew is the one with his nose pressed up to the window, looking inside, but it seems to me that I am the one indoors, with my nose pressed up to the glass that offers a portal to the doings of the outside world from which I am at one remove. The Jews enter history when people throw a rock through that glass to come inside and ransack the place for the gold that they are, rather than have, and not otherwise. Pogroms tend to build on themselves as the murderers judge themselves thieved by the Jews’ seeming ordinariness when it comes to material possessions. Surely all that they have heard cannot be baseless lies. They will cut them open to search for what lies hidden.