New York and New Jersey are two places you would expect Jewish people to be welcomed pretty much anywhere, but that wasn’t the case. This postcard, from a hotel in New York in 1946, hits me especially hard. My mother grew up in Yonkers, just down the road, and her brother, my Uncle Jerry, was killed in action in 1944 while serving in the U.S. Army’s 26th Infantry Division fighting for the United States. For them to see that, in spite of everything, they weren’t considered “good enough” in their own home town breaks my heart.