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Ilana K. Levinsky
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Flames of Karma

We’re not looking back. We’re looking forward—towards a city that some people rather see in ashes (courtesy, Ilana K. Levinsky).

Trees Over People: A New Moral Order

A wildfire broke out this week on the outskirts of Jerusalem. For most people, natural disasters—especially ones threatening homes, people, and wildlife—tend to evoke sympathy, concern, or at the very least, silence.

But not when it’s Israel.
Not when it’s Jews.

The comments beneath a New York Times article covering the wildfire were a fever dream of moral rot.

Screenshot from reader comments on The New York Times, “Israel Scrambles to Extinguish Wildfires on Outskirts of Jerusalem,” published May 1, 2025. Accessed 10:42 a.m.,
https://www.nytimes.com/2025/05/01/world/middleeast/israel-jerusalem-wildfire.html

“The Iron Dome doesn’t work against God’s karma.”
“The fire was promised to the chosen people 3,000 years ago.”
“The fire has a right to defend itself.”
“Praying for Palestinians (Muslims and Christians). Hope the plants and animals are ok.”

That last one really gets me—because yes, in the warped hierarchy of today’s morality, flora and fauna deserve more compassion than Jewish civilians in a sovereign state.

Screenshot from reader comments on The New York Times, “Israel Scrambles to Extinguish Wildfires on Outskirts of Jerusalem,” published May 1, 2025. Accessed 2:00 p.m.,
https://www.nytimes.com/2025/05/01/world/middleeast/israel-jerusalem-wildfire.html

And this one hit especially close to home. Just last year, a wildfire tore through our neighborhood. Eighteen homes on our street vanished. We were left with the clothes on our backs as flames engulfed our yard, devoured the cypress trees surrounding our home, and scorched everything in their path. The fire reached our doorstep. It melted some of our windows, shattered others. It burned through our third-floor balcony, destroyed furniture, and miraculously our house remained standing. But I know that terror. I know what it means to pack your life in thirty seconds.

Yet, they cheer for it.
Because the smoke is Jewish.

These comments weren’t fringe. They weren’t anonymous 4chan trolls (a forum known for toxic, anonymous posting—often full of racism, misogyny, and antisemitism). They were posted by users with all sorts of names—there was definitely equal-opportunity hate. Multicultural cruelty.

Screenshot from reader comments on The New York Times, “Israel Scrambles to Extinguish Wildfires on Outskirts of Jerusalem,” published May 1, 2025. Accessed 2: p.m.,
https://www.nytimes.com/2025/05/01/world/middleeast/israel-jerusalem-wildfire.html

It is now so fashionable—so frictionless—to mock Jewish suffering that people will literally cheer a wildfire if it’s burning near Jews. They won’t just justify terror. They’ll sanctify it. Personify it. Give fire a right of self-defense, while denying one to the actual people under constant attack.

A fire that rages cruelly and consumes everything in its wake is not feared. It’s welcomed. It’s applauded.
Because to them, if it touches Jews, it must somehow be righteous.

This isn’t just antisemitism. It’s an entire cultural unmooring from basic humanity.

When a massacre happens elsewhere, people rush to mourn. When an earthquake devastates a country, aid and sympathy flow. But when disaster touches Israel—even in the form of smoke and ash—people reflexively ask: But don’t they deserve it?

When the morality of a generation collapses, it doesn’t always look like boots and blood. Sometimes it looks like a comment section full of people romanticizing a wildfire. Justifying it with theology. Laughing as the trees burn. Hoping the animals make it out okay—while sneering at the Jews who live there. And it didn’t happen on just any day. The fire, the laughter, the comments—they all came as Israel marked its Independence Day. A day that should be filled with joy, reflection, and pride. Instead, we’re reminded—again—that for some, our very existence is the provocation.

This is what it looks like when fire becomes the hero and the Jew becomes the punchline.

Primo Levi warned us: “It happened, therefore it can happen again.”
Elie Wiesel reminded us: “The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.”

And here we are—in 2025—watching the world prove them both right in real time.

The world isn’t shocked by Jewish pain anymore.
It’s tired of it.
Annoyed by it.
Bored of it.
Bored of Jews asking not to be hated. Bored of Jews asking to live. And that indifference—that casual, performative cruelty—may be even more terrifying than hate itself.

Because today, Jewish trauma isn’t mourned.
It’s memed.
Jewish grief isn’t held.
It’s mocked.
Jewish danger isn’t denied.
It’s rationalized

There is no “but.”
There is no theological clause, no historical footnote, no academic nuance that makes this normal.

There is only the smoke.
And the laughter behind it.

Because when fire becomes the hero and the Jew becomes the villain, what you’re watching isn’t protest.
It’s the slow, frictionless return of something ancient and cruel.

And the most horrifying part?

It’s already here!

About the Author
Ilana K. Levinsky is a writer and baker with a passion for crafting captivating stories and intricate sugar cookies. Originally from London, England, Ilana earned her LL.B from the University of Manchester, though spent the past two decades working as a freelance writer and in recent years, developing her cottage food bakery business. Notably, Ilana spent a significant part of her childhood and teenage years living in Israel, adding unique experiences to her creative palette. Ilana wields a pen and an icing bag with equal finesse, blending imagination into her books and edible canvases. With a penchant for diverse storytelling, she weaves family history into a gripping historical novel spanning England and South Africa. In her intimate diary-style narrative, Ilana transports readers to the vibrant world of Venice Beach, where a woman's quest for love and literary recognition unfolds. As a children's author, she ignites young minds with a colorful array of topics—from the woes of having no friends to the joys of daydreaming and even the enchanting world of sweets. With each tale and every sugar stroke, Ilana creates worlds of wonder, inviting readers and sweet enthusiasts alike to savor the magic of creativity and taste. Discover all of Ilana's books on Amazon, and don't miss the opportunity to view her artistic sugar cookies on Instagram @ilanasacups. For her musings on aging and beauty, visit her blog at www.diaryofawrinkle.com.
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