![]() ![]() ![]() But the counterattack hadn’t worked, and day by day the furor had grown. At first he had denied the remarks then, turning street fighter, he had tried to put Jews on the defensive, accusing them of making him the target of a Jewish conspiracy to ruin his campaign. This time he had poked fun at Jews by calling them “Hymie” and New York City “Hymie-town,” and what he’d said had been quoted and condemned in the Washington Post. Then, as now, Jackson found himself cornered by his own pride. 45 pistol at his head to teach him his place. ![]() Later, he would describe the scene as “Daniel in the lion’s den,” but in some ways it was also Greenville, S.C., all over again, 34 years ago when he was 8 and had whistled in the white man’s grocery for service and the owner had pointed a loaded. Ramrod straight, Jesse Jackson strode to the front of the synagogue, his fists clenched tight at his sides, his eyes darting across the tense crowd. The campaign, and the candidate, were at a breaking point. ![]()
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