When I was in
high school, my mom was more into my dad being Jewish than he was. We would
celebrate the holidays – like my mom would go out and buy the menorah and the
candles for it. And buy gefilte fish and things like that. My dad just sorta
went along with it.
But one time we were in a store looking for shoes, and I wanted the Doc Martens. They were really popular at the time. They were black boots laced up real high.
And my dad refused to buy them for me, walked out of the store, and I followed after him and I was like Dad, what's going on? He just *turned on me* and he said 'Those are the shoes that are used to kick my people to death.' And that was the first time I ever saw my dad associate with being Jewish at all and it scared me and I dropped the subject and I never spoke of the shoes again. I just thought they were shoes.