One of my favorite short stories of all time is Philip Roth’s “The Conversion of the Jews,” which is part of the Goodbye, Columbus collection. In fact, that story started me down the path to atheism, if you don’t count the short detour to Christianity prompted by my unrequited crush on a hunky but strait-laced Born Again.

Anyway, in the story the main character, Ozzie, is struggling with his religious faith. A number of things about Judaism confuse and irritate him; among them, he mentions his parents’ tendency to read the newspaper and evaluate every story on the basis of whether it is “good for the Jews” or “not good for the Jews.” If a disaster occurs and there are Jewish names among the victims, it’s Not Good for the Jews. If a Jewish person commits a crime, it’s Not Good for the Jews, and so on.

I thought of this the other day when news of the Virginia Tech shooting began to emerge. When I heard the shooter was Asian I was surprised, since my knee-jerk reaction was “But Asians are not violent!” (As I noted here, the tendency to stereotype is part of the human condition, and I am not immune.) My next thought was, “Well, I hope he’s not Korean” — this was uncharitable, as it is tantamount to hoping that some other ethnicity gets to take the heat for his actions. Then, when I found out he was Korean, I thought, “This is Not Good for the Koreans.”

Reading and watching the news coverage today, I’m struck by the number of Koreans who had the same thought. All over the country, Koreans are telling each other to keep their heads down, stay indoors, lie low. A number are expressing shame and sorrow that a Korean man committed these atrocities. The director of our adoption agency wrote an e-mail advising us on how to broach the topic with our children to help them handle any negative comments from their friends.

I hope their fears are unfounded. I hope that the American public would not condemn ethnic Koreans for the actions of one mentally disturbed man. But even if everyone behaves well, I think the Korean people will still feel that it was a terrible day for their people. It’s the flip side of the coin of national pride: national shame. I think as proud as we are of our own country, Americans almost never feel that.