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Shakespeare: 

Antisemite, White Nationalist, Conspiracy Theorist

Kevin Barrett • The Unz Review • June 10, 2025 • 4,500 Words • Has Comments 

This essay’s headline might have been stolen from an undergraduate literature paper submitted by Nina Jankowicz at Bryn Mawr College back in the early 2000s. I hereby preemptively apologize to the Mary Poppins of disinformation in case I have inadvertently plagiarized her, and to everyone else for bringing her name up just when you finally thought you’d heard the last of her.

My take on the evil dead white male antisemitic white nationalist conspiracy theorist from Stratford-on-Avon is not your garden-variety wokist denigration. I very much like Shakespeare, and do not hold it against him that he is white, male, and dead—nor, for that matter, that he is an antisemitic white nationalist conspiracy theorist. (And sexist to boot. If you want to piss off a feminist, just read aloud the choicest bits from The Taming of the Shrew.)

Disclaimer: I’m not a typical conservative, much less a Western chauvinist. Au contraire, I’m a defector from “Western civilization” who agrees with Gandhi that it would be a good idea. What’s more, I’m a Moroccan resident and convert to Islam. I don’t hold it against my wife that she is female, Muslim, and less melanin-challenged than I am. And I have no use for the nutjobs who think the way to save “Western civilization” is to expel all the brown people from Europe, North America, Australia, and wherever else they coexist with pallid Euro-wraiths.

Yet I appreciate Shakespeare’s antisemitism, embrace his conspiracism, and even applaud his white nationalism. To me, these are features, not bugs. They are essential aspects of his genius. Why? Because they are deep truths.

Shakespeare’s Antisemitism

Let’s start with the antisemitism. Everybody and his meshugganah brother-in-law knows that The Merchant of Venice is antisemitic, meaning anti-Jewish. Those who argue that Shylock—the madly vindictive, quintessentially Jewish usurer who wants to carve a proverbial pound of flesh out of the unfortunate goy hero Antonio—is the real hero of the play, know deep down inside that they are full of shit.

The Shylock-apologists say “hey, the poor Jew’s human,” and point to such lines as:

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