My Dad sometimes talked about his experiences with anti-Semitism as a young man after he’d left the orphanage. When he served in WWII, for instance, he was stationed in Georgia for basic training. When some fellow soldiers found out he was Jewish, there were certain comments made that my father chose to ignore. After the war, when my father was looking for work back in Chicago, he happened to apply for a job at a title & trust company. The man who gave him his job explained to him that they usually don’t hire Jews, but their one Jew on staff was retiring, so they had an opening. They apparently always kept one token Jew to keep up appearances.