My children go to a Zionist Jewish summer camp. It’s the kind of place that instills pride in Jewish identity and love for Israel while giving kids the normal joys of camp: canoeing, hiking, and endless games of soccer.

But on the last Friday before the session ended, the kids and staff experienced a scare that revealed just how fragile Jewish life in America has become.

During a live-streamed ceremony, paragliders appeared over the campus. They swooped low, and panic rippled through the crowd. For most American campers, it was confusing. For the Israeli staff and campers, many of them children directly impacted by the October 7th terror attacks near Gaza, the sight was terrifying.

Paragliders were how Hamas terrorists descended that morning to murder, rape, and kidnap. The sound of their motors and the image of their canopies burned into memory.

The camp had fundraised to bring dozens of these traumatized Israeli children to safety for the summer. For them, seeing paragliders overhead was not a quirky airshow, it was the beginning of another attack.

Staff acted instantly. State police were called. The children were evacuated to a secure location on campus. The livestream was cut off after we watched the evacuation begin. Parents, myself included, went into panic mode, wondering if we were watching another massacre unfold in real time.

Thankfully, the paragliders were not terrorists. It was a misguided stunt, not an attack. But the trauma was real. Jewish children, American and Israeli alike, relived October 7th that afternoon in the middle of a peaceful American summer camp.

When I shared what happened online, my post went viral, with over 5 million views. Instead of compassion, what flooded in were thousands of hateful comments. Strangers mocked the idea that Jewish children could have PTSD. They sneered at traumatized kids as if they were actors in some propaganda campaign.

And then I opened a direct message that made my stomach turn. A woman, using her real name, wrote:

“F— you and f— your kid who goes to Nazi summer camp! Free Palestine from you sick f—s!” After I called her out, she went on, “You are literally indoctrinating your children with the idea that raping and murdering people for their land is not only okay but promised to you by god. Zionism is a disease that you are spreading to your children and one day you will be recognized as the supporter of Genocide that you are.”

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That message didn’t come from a troll in a dark basement. Thirty seconds of searching showed me that Danielle Gordon of Denver is a white, middle-class, college-educated employee of Fidelity, one of the largest financial institutions in the country.

Her LinkedIn profile describes her as “dedicated to working in inclusive, respectful, and ethical places.”

And yet here she was, spewing genocidal hate at Jewish children.

I decided to expose her name for three reasons.

First, to show just how mainstream this kind of hate has become. Danielle isn’t some fringe extremist hiding behind an anonymous account. She’s a professional at one of the most respected financial institutions in the country. She’s a typical progressive parroting TikTok talking points about Jews, Zionism, and Israel. At one point she even lectured me that “Zionism goes against your religion” — a laughable claim for anyone who has read a page of Jewish history.

Her hatred isn’t rare; it’s disturbingly ordinary. And that’s what makes it so dangerous. This strain of progressive antisemitism thrives side by side with self-aggrandizing claims of moral superiority.

Second, accountability matters. If Danielle Gordon is representing Fidelity and a client mentions assets or travel plans tied to Israel, should that client trust their money in her hands?

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These are not abstract concerns; they go to the heart of whether Jews can participate equally in American life without fear that professionals charged with safeguarding our futures secretly despise us.

(In a statement to The Post, Fidelity responded on Tuesday: “Fidelity does not tolerate hateful, harassing or discriminatory behavior of any kind. The individual no longer works at Fidelity.”)

And third, I am an October 8th Jew. October 7th shattered the illusion of safety. October 8th was the day after, the day we realized the world would excuse terror and that the hatred we always suspected was there was now fully in the open.

I am done playing nice. If you want to make Jewish children relive their trauma, if you want to mock their PTSD and celebrate their fear, then don’t expect to do so with anonymity and no consequences.

For too long, Jews in America have been told to keep our heads down, not make waves, not “provoke.”

That strategy hasn’t worked. The murders of Jews in Los Angeles, Detroit, Denver, and Washington, D.C., prove that. A Zionist Jewish summer camp is, in fact, a target. To pretend otherwise is delusion.

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So here is my message: if you come at Jews, expect a fight.

That’s what being an October 8th Jew means. It means the days of pretending antisemitism is rare or fringe are over. It means no longer accepting excuses for those who dehumanize us. It means fighting back with every tool we have: our voices, our platforms, and our refusal to be silent.

Jewish children should be able to go to camp in America without fearing that paragliders overhead signal another massacre. Parents should not have to wonder if strangers online want their kids dead. And no professional should be able to boast about “inclusivity” by day while preaching genocide against Jews on weekends without being held accountable.

October 7th was the day of horror. October 8th was the day of reckoning. And we are still living in it.

Bethany Mandel writes and podcasts at The Mom Wars.