The casual anti-Semitism of everday people, on TV

Nothing will come of this.

But two nights ago on CBS’ overnight feed on Showtime Networks, a player named Amber Siyavus Tomcavage stirred things up. The 27-year-old Las Vegas cocktail waitress must have forgotten that the cameras were on when she — under her breath — had a long discourse with housemate Jameka about “the Jews.” Her mother must be so proud.

The essence of Amber’s complaint? That Jews she has met were “bad” people and you could tell them by either their noses or their names. Jameka, who professes to be a Christian, made no reaction to Amber’s declaration. None of the footage has been shown on CBS’ broadcast so far, but it’s all over the Internet.

Nothing.

Unless your rant against Jews includes mentioning your very powerful (Jewish) boss by name, or you are a proven member of a neo-Nazi party trying to pass along your filth to college students, you will not be fired for anti-Semitic remarks. You will not be penalized for anti-Semitism. In spite of CAIR’s lies to the contrary, it is anti-Semitism—not “Islamophobia”—that is the one “ism” still allowed. To find that some braindead wannabe from Vegas who apparently wasn’t even hot enough for the strip club circuit is anti-Semitic is both unsurprising and a bit of a yawn.

Oh, sure, it pisses me off. All anti-Semitism bothers me. But this bimbo reminds me of no one so much as the stupid piece of crap at a party I attended years ago, who, right after admiring the largesse of Donald Trump bestowing a fist-sized rock of an engagement ring on Ivana, turned around and dissed Jackie Mason for giving his fiancee a big engagement ring, complete with a “Those Jews and their money” ignorant rant, and utterly missing the hypocrisy of her anti-Semitism.

Nothing came of that, either. Well, I did get a very silent, very pointed fuckyou moment a bit later. My cousin prevented me from going off on the idiot, begging me not to make a scene. I did, and walked away. (This was many years ago.) But I also took my Star of David, which had slid inside my buttoned top, out of the shirt, making sure it was now displaying openly. I saw the anti-Semite in the backyard and pointedly walked up to her, probably glaring. I am not subtle when I am angry. I said nothing, just stood there for a long moment. Her eyes moved to my Star of David. She said nothing, either. She dropped her glance and walked away. The cowards always do, when confronted with the truth of their ignorance, or a chance to say it again, this time, when they know a Jew is listening.

Our little Vegas strip-club wannabe probably never had the nerve to say anything negative about Jews to Jews, either, and will probably not suffer anything at all for her little “slip.”