Dear Mr. Green,
Thank you for breaking the “gentleman’s agreement” that has drawn a clear divide between you and us. I was thrilled to see how our life, our sufferings were revealed to those gentlemen. You were only Jew for eight weeks, but they were already enough to render you the truth- the truth of prejudice and pain. No jobs would be available unless we change the names. Hotels are restricted. Children are bullied and labeled as “dirty Jew.” Mr. Green, however, you were a lucky Jew for eight weeks: you were an upper-class man who had a decent job, whose child could go to school, who was able to afford doctors any time. What about us then? The thousands of us who do not even have a place to stay. You had the brilliant idea to experience our life, because the experience of the Other never disclose themselves in full to you. You made people imagine the emotions, struggles, drives and hopes of us, but this is not enough, for it is a narrow part of us they see, and they need more.
Best,