I’m going to be perfectly honest: until 2016 or so, I never really thought about antisemitism — at least not how it might affect me personally. Because, luckily, it didn’t. I was born in the late 1970s. Both of my parents are Jewish. My father is Israeli. Although we were not observant Jews, being Jewish was definitely always part of my identity. We celebrated Jewish holidays with my grandparents, and Yiddish phrases were often used in my household.