When I was a child, I hardly knew anything about Jewish or Christian or Islamic. All that mattered to me was the person. Even more so, Freud was not Jewish to me, but human. But in the meantime I know already that the inscription on the naked body, although it is “initially” “only” signifiers that are inscribed, turns into something quasi real. This kind of inscription is also called racism. As a German, I am now a bit glad, for example, that Lacan is not “also” Jewish, so that I don’t need to ask myself whether I am interested in psychoanalysis so much, because its two most important creators are Jewish.