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Some people find out they are Jews.
They can't believe it. They had always hated Jews. As children they had roamed in gangs on winter nights in the old neighborhood， looking for Jews. They were not Jewish， they were Irish. They brandished1 broken bottles， tough guys with blood on their lips， looking for Jews. They intercepted2 Jewish boys walking alone and beat them up. Sometimes they were content to chase a Jew and he could elude3 them by running away. They were happy just to see him run away. The coward！ All Jews were yellow. They spelled Jew with a small j jew. And now they find out they are Jews themselves. It happened at the time of the Spanish Inquisition. To escape persecution4， they pretended to convert to Christianity. They came to this country and settled in the Southwest. At some point oral tradition failed the family， and their secret faith died. No one would ever have known if not for the bones that turned up on the dig. A disaster. How could it have happened to them？ They are in a state of panic——at first. Then they realize that it is the answer to their prayers. They hasten to the synagogue or build new ones. They are Jews at last！ They are free to marry other Jews， and divorce them， and intermarry with Gentiles， God forbid. They are model citizens， clever and thrifty5. They debate the issues. They fire off earnest letters to the editor. They vote. They are resented for being clever and thrifty. They buy houses in the suburbs and agree not to talk so loud. They look like everyone else， drive the same cars as everyone else， yet in their hearts they know they're different. In every minyan there are always two or three， hated by the others， who give life to one ugly stereotype6 or another： The grasping Jew with the hooked nose or the Ivy7 League Bolshevik who thinks he is the agent of world history. But most of them are neither ostentatiously pious8 nor excessively avaricious9. How I envy them！ They believe. How I envy them their annual family reunion on Passover， anniversary of the Exodus10， when all the uncles and aunts and cousins get together. They wonder about the heritage of Judaism they are passing along to their children. Have they done as much as they could to keep the old embers burning？ Others lead more dramatic lives. A few go to Israel. One of them calls Israel "the ultimate concentration camp." He tells Jewish jokes. On the plane he gets tipsy， tries to seduce11 the stewardess12. People in the Midwest keep telling him reminds them of Woody Allen. He wonders what that means. I'm funny？ A sort of nervous intellectual type from New York？ A Jew？ Around this time somebody accuses him of not being Jewish enough. It is said by resentful colleagues that his parents changed their name from something that sounded more Jewish. Everything he publishes is scrutinized13 with reference to "the Jewish question." It is no longer clear what is meant by that phrase. He has already forgotten all the Yiddish he used to know， and the people of that era are dying out one after another. The number of witnesses keeps diminishing. Soon there will be no one left to remind the others and their children. That is why he came to this dry place where the bones have come to life. To live in a state of perpetual war puts a tremendous burden on the population. As a visitor he felt he had to share that burden. With his gift for codes and ciphers14， he joined the counter- terrorism unit of army intelligence. Contrary to what the spook novels say， he found it possible to avoid betraying either his country or his lover. This was the life： strange bedrooms， the perfume of other men's wives. As a spy he has a unique mission： to get his name on the front page of the nation's newspaper of record. Only by doing that would he get the message through to his immediate15 superior. If he goes to jail， he will do so proudly； if they're going to hang him anyway， he'll do something worth hanging for. In time he may get used to being the center of attention， but this was incredible： To talk his way into being the chief suspect in the most flamboyant16 murder case in years！ And he was innocent！ He could prove it！ And what a book he would write when they free him from this prison： A novel， obliquely17 autobiographical， set in Vienna in the twilight18 of the Hapsburg Empire， in the year that his mother was born. 点击  收听单词发音
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