A policewoman rifles through my purse. “You’re good,” she says, politely excusing me as she moves on to the next person in line. I am not at an airport, a concert, or a secured building. I am waiting in line to see Straight Outta Compton at a majority-black theater, and eight police officers are holding everyone up. I made it through the line much quicker than others.
Eventually I make my way into the theater. I get some glances, but none are hostile. I take my seat, becoming engrossed in the outstanding political and racial commentary before me. Then the movie takes a comedic turn: Ice Cube offends Jerry Heller, NWA’s manager, and in return Heller calls Ice Cube out for antisemitism. Heller eventually calls in the Jewish Defense League to “protect” himself and Eazy-E.
Laughter fills the theater as I slouch into my seat. I am the only white Jewish-American woman in attendance, and I know that the audience’s amusement is well founded.