I'm back to work reading texts for the same gal over at UTD. There is only one class --which is reading intensive. I'm grateful I can share the time load with a friend. The class is called "Literature and the Holocaust." I'm grateful I can share the emotional load with a friend. The reading selections have started out with the history of anti-semitism, which I find fascinating because I've always struggled to understand where all that hatred and need to persecute came from. All the historical facts are put forth, and I'm glad that I still don't "get it."
I just finished a chapter called "Karl Marx and the Enlightenment" from a book about the origins of modern anti-semitism. I don't think I've ever read so much straight from Marx himself. For several reasons, it's safe to say that Karl and I could never be friends.