A few years ago, my parents decided to move our family from the suburbs back to the city. We moved into a very upper-class neighborhood, but it was also an area that was notorious for a lot of crime. We had a gold menorah (not the one pictured) in one of the big windows. Our house was broken into in the middle of the night by smashing in the glass panel of our front door. I still remember it as one of the scariest nights of my life and both my brother and my mom have suffered from PTSD because of the event. The police never determined a suspect, though the warned my parents not to keep things that appear valuable in our windows, especially if they have a religious association. Minnesota has a fairly large jewish population and our old neighborhood in the suburbs had a huge jewish community, so I had never really been conscious of my religion before. I, personally, have a hard time believing the person who tried to get in did it because we were jewish, but it was definitely one of the first times I remember feeling overly conscious of my religion and how I presented it to other people.
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