AS THE CHILD of Jewish holocaust survivors growing up in post-World War II Europe, in what was a predominantly Christian society, I lived in an environment of what you might call "perceived hatred." Over the years, I did hear anti-Semitic comments made in my presence, as well as hearing of anti-Semitism in the news. And I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking through life with a shadow of hatred over me. Fear of this hatred dominated my thoughts during my teens and early twenties.
During this time, there was also a resurgence of racism in the United Kingdom's political arena. I felt right in the thick of it, because racist gangs were turning up at the rock concerts I was attending and disrupting them with violence. All of this compounded my sense of living under siege.
When I began to read Science and Health, though, my thinking began to change. I was learning about the nature of God as infinite Love and that each of His children is a reflection, or manifestation, of that Love. Rather than believing that hatred was a natural part of human relationships, I was beginning to glimpse that nothing could be more unnatural, since there is no place for hatred where Love is All.
