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Shame on Jew

Bob Morris, author of Assisted Loving: True Tales of Double Dating with My Dad, is guest blogging this week as one of Jewcy‘s Lit Klatsch bloggers.  Bob’s book is about his experience finding his 79-year-old dad new love in Palm … Read More

By / January 12, 2009

Bob Morris, author of Assisted Loving: True Tales of Double Dating with My Dad, is guest blogging this week as one of Jewcy‘s Lit Klatsch bloggers.  Bob’s book is about his experience finding his 79-year-old dad new love in Palm Beach.

I thought I’d spend my week chronicling some recent shonde for the Goyim.  And since my memoir, Assisted Loving: True Tales of Double Dating with My Dad is set in and around Palm Beach, what better way to begin than with the Bernie Madoff scandal?  He was a big backer of the Palm Beach Country Club down there, and had many meetings with his investors on the premises. The Palm Beach Country Club came about because there were not one but two other clubs in the area that did not (and still don’t) allow Jewish members.

As a tragically aspirational person who thinks socialites are interesting, I actually found myself tickled to be invited by one to the PBCC for brunch years ago. Okay, it wasn’t exactly the epitome of society, and for its lack of historic charm, it might as well have been a Ritz Carlton, but I enjoyed a little petty exclusivity while eating my lox.

Years later, I was pleased to hear that my father was spending time at the club too. You have to understand, he wasn’t a society snowbird. He lived in a building unfashionably south of Palm Beach (in what some call The Gaza Strip for its large Jewish population) and had no need to mix it up with the elite that flapped down from Park Avenue every winter.   But when he started dating a wealthy woman (encouraged by me, even though she wasn’t very nice) she started taking him to the club for bridge games. When my father would call to report this, I found myself being pleased for him in the way a parent might be pleased hearing his child is dating a doctor.  He was already 80 years old and a fully formed open hearted man without a snobbish bone in his body.  Yet,  I hoped his time at a prestigious club might upgrade his status, and by affiliation, mine.  You can check out more about all this in the video on my web site.

Anyway – now, instead of being prestigious, Palm Beach’s big Jewish Country Club is tainted with scandal and littered with investor casualties. And apparently, the anti-semites in the area are having a field day with Madoff’s affiliation. Their comments to the Palm Beach Post became so rabid the paper had to shut them down. 

Read about it below, and cringe or laugh, depending on your level of insecurity.  Tomorrow, let’s cringe together at Herman and Rosa Rosenblatt, who, after being caught making things up in their Holocaust memoir, Angel at the Fence, have decided to repackage it as fiction.  Or as I like to say – Frey it up a little! 

Palm Beach Poster Jew

Bob Morris, author of Assisted Loving: True Tales of Double Dating with My Dad, is guest blogging on Jewcy, and he’ll be here all week. Stay tuned.