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“Quizá en el corazón de cada uno de los que ahora desean nuestro mal se remuevan motivos distintos para odiarnos. Algunos serán campesinos que después de un mal año tienen que pagar de todas formas sus impuestos. En el fondo de su ser desearían maldecir al rey o incluso al cielo por su desdicha, pero tienen miedo a llegar tan lejos en sus injurias y se limitan a desear la desgracia del recaudador de impuestos que, a veces, es un judío. Otros son tan pobres que saben que por debajo de ellos no existe nadie a quien puedan contemplar como a alguien inferior y más desafortunado. También a ésos les agrada descubrir la existencia de gentes a las que mirar con desprecio por encima del hombro, de gentes como nosotros. Luego están los resentidos que se creen maltratados injustamente por la vida a la vez que piensan que otros han recibido lo que ellos debían poseer con más merecimientos. De buena gana se revolverían contra los nobles, los labradores acomodados o los comerciantes ricos para robarles lo que tienen, pero su cobardía se lo impide. Para ellos los judíos somos la presa ideal porque poco o nada podemos defendernos...”

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EL APRENDIZ DE CABALISTA CV 07

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