bossel said:
The Jewish scholar Moritz Steinschneider is said to have coined the term in 1860 when he accused Ernest Renan of anti-Semitic prejudice. The adjective "antisemitisch" occurs already in 1865 in a Prussian dictionary.
I came across a German definition, BTW:
anti-Semitism = against the Jewish "race"
anti-Judaism = against the Jewish religion
anti-Zionism = against the Jewish state (Israel)
Interesting. I'd never heard of Steinschneider before.
But as for the dictionary, is it a very old German dictionary? There is no such thing as the "Jewish race" except in two essentially obsolete meanings. The first is from the discredited "racial theories" adopted by the Nazis. The second is an antiquated usage of the word
race, which you can read in (for example) 19th-century English literature. In this sense,
race can refer to any recognized grouping of people (or even animals). So, for example, in old literature you will come across references to the Jewish race, the Christian race, the English race, the German race, the farming race, the Arab race, the seagoing race (i.e., sailors), even the race of haberdashers.
Here's an example of that kind of "race," from one of my favorite poems by Robert Service (1907):
There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.
It's a shame, but the fascist usage of "race" pretty much did in that interpretation of the word.