Confession is good for the soul!

One of The Bug’s senior scribes asks not to be identified as he shamefully admits to a disgusting addiction and for seeking help at a group support meeting just the other night. Here is his report.

“My name’s Don and I’m an anti-semitic.”

“Welcome Don!” come the responses from around the circle of chairs in the middle of an inner-Brisbane community hall.

“At least I think I am.”

“You are,” some reply. “Stay strong, Don,” someone shouts. “Confession is needed before the cure can begin”, another says wisely.

I explain to my new friends that I’m not alone in this. I tell them everyone at The Bug is anti-semitic too as are almost all of our friends and acquaintances.

Murmurs of support from all of those seated. “It’s a powerful and widespread addiction,” someone offers kindly to soften the blow of what I’ve just admitted to.

It’s then that I blurt out the reason for my confession, tears filling my eyes and my voice wavering.

“We’ve all been totally opposed to the genocide being committed by Israel in the Gaza strip; The Bug has been banging on about that ever since October 2023.

“I thought I liked the Jewish people,” I add, a pathetic sob escaping my lips. “I went to high school with a chap called Reuben Stein and we were mates.”

There’s a spontaneous ripple of applause from around the group, acknowledging my honesty and clear desire to do something about my disgusting addiction.

I sit down and gratefully accept backslaps from my neighbours. The comfort they provide is enhanced further by our next speaker.

A young woman opposite me stands and says simply: “My name’s Kellee and I’m an anti-semite”.

“Welcome Kellee,” come the responses from around the circle of chairs in the middle of that inner-Brisbane community hall.

“At least I think I am.”

“You are,” some reply. “Stay strong, Kellee,” someone shouts. “Confession is needed before the cure can begin,” another adds.

“She is anti-semitic, sadly,” says the man to my right. “Her name is Kellee Green and Brisbane’s Lord Mayor pulled a million dollars in funding from the Queensland Music Awards because she won a jazz award for a song called River to the Sea about the plight of Palestinians in Gaza and the West Bank.”

My neighbour hands me a printed version of an ABC story on the council’s decision to stop the funding and what Lord Mayor Schrimmer said on the matter.

My shame only deepens. “She must really hate Jews,” I whisper. “Did she take out a loan or something?”

It’s then that I do something I never thought I’d do, especially in a group of complete strangers. I stand up, walk across the room and give my fellow anti-semitic Kellee a big hug. Others join in straight away.

“Why can’t we all be like Lord Mayor Adrian Schrinner and his councillors who can clearly see what’s going on in Israel, “one shouts.

From another: “And other decent politicians such as Peter Dutton and most of his and Labor’s front bench!”

“Will I ever be cured and see how reasonable it has been for Israel to drop 100,000 tons of bombs on Gaza and kill more than 50,000 innocent people to protect their right to exist in just their own one state,” wails a young man showing the clear physical signs of anti-semitism that I’ve now started to easily recognise.

“How the hell did I ever become so anti-semitic? I loved Fiddler on the Roof when it first came out,” yet another blurts out, to be immediately hugged by session members.

Some of the group starting singing Sunrise, Sunset in a pathetic attempt to assuage their guilt.

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