From a Poultry Shop To-----
Leeds Jews found it difficult to integrate. We wanted to belong to Leeds and maintain our Jewish identity. We sought a semi-permeable ghetto; it does not exist. Leeds United accepted us— but never unconditionally. Jews managed Leeds United in the days of glory. Leeds United crashed and burned; the Jews sorted out the mess. In the good times, no-one was anti-Semitic; in the bad times, a lot were. Anti-Semitism is a fact of life. It can lay dormant; but anti-Semitism never dies — all Jews know this. There is no respite. No one wanted Jews in their golf-clubs. Non-Jews blackballed Jewish applicants. The Jews of Leeds built their golf club; it was the best golf club in Leeds. Non-Jews wanted to join. Of course, the Jews accepted the non-Jews. No matter what, the Jewish golf club was that-- a Jewish golf club. There are many golf clubs in Leeds; there is only one Jewish golf club.
In Leeds, Mr Shiffer reigned supreme. Mr Shiffer owned the local poultry shop. Mr Shiffer was cock of the walk; whatever Mr Shiffer wanted he got. Committee members imitated Shiffer; they laughed at Shiffer. Behind his back the community called Shiffer the Cossack; never to his face. And everybody did what he said. The community elected Shiffer. The community could dispose of him whenever it wanted. But we never did. The congregation feared him; they disliked him. Above all, the community admired him; we all knew he was the only man for the job.