I know the face of my enemy. His accomplice is harder to spot. Recently his accomplice kicked me, grabbed my bag and legged it off down the street. But my enemy is not my enemy because he and his pal mugged me. No. Minutes before this my enemy looked into the very Jewish eyes of myself, and my best friend ( a very Jewish Orthodox Rabbi) in the very Jewish neighbourhood of Golders Green. His bloodhungry barbaric eyes bore the lifeless caveman hatred of Jews, which has maintained anti-Semitism since time began.

He was a pogrom leader in York, he was an SS stormtrooper, he was the piece of BNP scum elected in multiracial Tower Hamlets. His friend was an accomplice. A pogrom accomplice. A German soldier "obeying orders", a neo Fascist bystander.

Yes I was mugged this month dear WWW peruser. Myself and Rabbi Kenio didn't loose much property and we weren't hurt (physically.) A kick was aimed at my comely middle-aged tuchas, but it was blocked by a spectacle case fortuitously positioned in my right arse pocket.

The two seconds, which seemed like millennia of this man’s stare, were the most traumatic. His face read "Combat 18". I figure many Jews, blacks and Asians have imagined this moment when the hateful beating comes. This is how it would begin in all those nightmares. Thirty superannuated seconds of walking away. Thinking my back would be pierced by open Stanleys, and DM’s would thud through Kenio’s skull cap.

"Kill the Yids".

But it becomes more benign.

If a mugging can ever be called benign. There is no unity of purpose. The accomplice decides my bag interests him more than my (Jew) blood. I am kicked and I let my bag go, knowing it’s that or a beating. The leader doesn't let it go so easily though, chasing the Rabbi who by now is yelling for help as he runs towards crowded Golders Green High St. This is no common thief. This is Goebbels. He doesn't care about getting caught. He threatens to stab my best friend. But we get away.

Rabbi Kenio escapes unharmed. And I escape with aforementioned kick up the middle-aged jacksi. But its more a metaphorical/spiritual kick up the middle-aged jacksi.

Reminding us of who we are. Not to get too taken in by the polite 90’s PC ways of the British people. I felt like I was back in school, being called " a fuckin' Yid". It reminds us that just because we were born and brought up here doesn't mean we aren't strangers.

"It was just the vibe"

I keep repeating to a police officer in his early 20’s as he doubts the attack was racially motivated.

I feel like a ridiculous hippy using this word "vibe" over and over again. But it's the only way in my shaken up state that I can find to express my absolute conviction that the attack began rooted in anti-Semitism. (As no anti-Semitic language was actually used this is very hard for us to prove.)

The copper then asks

"If you go outside in the morning and your car is scratched do you think its because you are Jewish?"

This shocks me. It is almost a caricature of the suburban white, WASPY police attitudes of lore. A heavy handed hint that I might have a (Kosher) chip on my shoulder. That racism and anti-Semitism are just a lot of fuss and nonsense cooked up by paranoid lefties, blacks and Jews.

But I don't think this Cop was a bad person. Aside from that remark he speaks to us nicely, with reasonable sensitivity. He and his female colleague do seem affected by the allegations of institutionalized racism aimed at the police during the Steven Lawrence affair. At least they appear to try to understand when we speak of the (Jew) hatred in that man’s eyes.

It is noted as a racist incident.

Years ago after a long session in the pub a friend was giving me a lift home. He should never have been in charge of a wheel and he wasn't in charge of his mouth. As we passed through Golders Green he made no attempt to disguise his disgust of the Hasidic Jews all around. "eeeeeurgh" , he cried, while hilariously feigning a wheel spin which would run a couple of these Biblical types over.