‘You’re Jewish?!’ He hastily gathers his papers and storms out.

We asked readers to share their personal experiences with antisemitism. Here is what one wrote:
 
I moved to a small town in upstate New York in 1977, where I opened my general law practice. The town, high in the Catskill Mountains, has a widely diverse ethnic population, especially in the summer when all the resorts and second homes are full.
 
My wife’s Jewish grandparents came to the town from Poland in the early 1900’s. My own grandfather came to New York City from Kiev in 1906. My last name is a slightly Americanized version of his name, Luboff.
 
One day I get a call from a man who asks, with an Eastern European accent, “Mr. Luboff? You are Ukrainian? I tell him my grandfather came from Kiev. The man has a real estate problem and wants to come see me. He drives over an hour from across the Hudson River to get to my office.
 
He lays out his maps and I review his deeds. During the next hour we discuss the legal issues. He compliments me on my English; I tell him my parents were born here, as was I. He asks about my Ukrainian grandfather. I tell him that he came over in 1906. “So long ago.” he says. “Why did he come?” I reply, “To escape the pogroms.”
 
“You’re Jewish?!” he exclaims. “Of course,” I say. He hastily gathers his papers and storms out of the office without another word.
 
— G.L. in New York State