I grew up in a Jewish neighborhood. I went to a school that was 90% Jewish. Gentile kids had to go to school on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, but we couldn't really have class as most of our classmates and teachers were observing the holiday at home.

Christmas was that other winter holiday. Easter was nowhere. Teachers wrote Hebrew on the blackboard. I sang songs in Hebrew. I don't know what the words meant. The gentile students felt like outsiders. But it wasn't part of some sinister conspiracy. It was a minority who were, at least there, a majority.