When I lived in New York, I knew talented students who had graduated from Parsons School of Design. Some of them were Jewish. That was years before October 7. Sophie Shabot was a Jewish student there on the day of the massacre. Her classmates knew she was Jewish and Israeli. By October 8 she was a target. Her desk was vandalized. She was chased, pushed, shoved, spat on, and blocked from buildings. When she begged to be let into the sewing studio, they taunted her: “Do the children in Gaza have sewing studios?” She was called a “Zio bitch,” a “genocidal maniac,” a “baby killer,” then followed down the street. She was trapped at a Jewish event while protesters rattled the door and demanded the students hand over the speaker — the “terrorist.” She asked repeatedly for the school to intervene and help. They didn’t even call the police. Two days ago, on the third anniversary of October 7, she sued. The Department of Education has accused The New School, Parsons’ parent, of violating Title VI. The school I once knew is gone, lost in a frenzy of post-October 7 Jew-hatred.