What does a silver golf trophy have to do with prejudice?
I'm not talking about the prejudice some people have against the scent of hyacinths. Really, some people hate it.
I happen to love their scent, and one gift I can count on getting from RH in February is a potted purple hyacinth.
Even if I have to remind him.
And I'm not talking about the prejudice that most designers have against keeping the pretty paper they come wrapped in.
I realize that's supposed to be removed and moss draped artistically across the top instead.
The prejudice I'm speaking of here is one I hope no longer exists today, not in this country.
When I spotted a tarnished silver golf trophy at a thrift store a couple of years ago when we were living in Florida, I quickly put it in my basket. It was half price Saturday and only $12.
When I got home and polished it I was able to make out the inscription on it:
Beauclerc Country Club
Away to Google I went and discovered that the Beauclerc Country Club was a historic Jewish country club in nearby Jacksonville.
I immediately remembered a movie starring Gregory Peck where he was a journalist assigned to cover the subject of whether there was antisemitism in New York City.
Surely not, he felt. But once he went undercover, pretending to be Jewish himself, he found it everywhere including in Darien, Connecticut, the home of his new fiancée played by Dorothy McGuire.
One scene in the movie particularly surprised me. When Peck's character tries to register at a nice hotel he finds there are suddenly no rooms available to him.
When I began researching the history of the Beauclerc community and the country club there, I found out that it was first established because the San Jose Country Club nearby would not accept Jews for membership.
Disturbing, isn't it?
I hope that the movie Gregory Peck starred in in 1947, Gentleman's Agreement, helped change some of the prejudices in our country then. It was nominated for eight Oscars and won Best Picture, Best Supporting Actress (Celeste Holmes), and Best Director (Elia Kazan).
I guess prejudices will always be with us.
Hopefully not as much as in 1947.