Good old fashioned Jew hatred has been alive and kicking since there were Jews to hate.
We’ve seen it in the Book of Exodus.
We’ve seen it in the Book of Esther.
We’ve seen it with the Greeks, the Persians, and the Romans – throughout early Christendom, and well into modernity.
We’ve seen it rise in smoke plumes from the crematorium in Auschwitz.
We’ve seen it flee from Baghdad in the dead of night.
We see it now especially in the Middle East – in Iran, and the Arabic speaking world, but it isn’t just there. Rest assured, anti-Semitism is alive and well and living under rocks in Europe – scuttling out occasionally in British parliament, not so occasionally in France, and Belgium, all over, really… and yes, in the US, too.
It will not go away.
Maybe you don’t know this about me, but I filed a complaint against a social theory professor at Cal for saying that Jews control Hollywood. I wrote my senior thesis on the very strange idea that there IS actually a Jewish conspiracy.
(SPOILER: There isn’t)
And more than all of that, I live my life here in Israel as a big fat fuck you to anti-Semitism, to the tropes and the lies and the insinuations.
I lived that way before I came to Israel in large part because I trust Israel.
Israel is one of the strongest military powers in the world. We are a mighty nation – a dynamic place that evolves, that grows, that has done great things.
And Israel is a safe place for Jews – for Jews with yarmulkes who speak French, for Jews in saris who come from India, for Jews in skinny jeans and tank tops who come from LA 😛 For all of us – still. Unless we destroy ourselves from within and make it a place for only a certain kind of Jew – but that’s ON US to make sure we stay a safe place for everyone. And not just for ALL Jews. For EVERYONE.
If we go down a different road – a terrible road with only a sharp drop off – again, that’s on us, and NO ONE else.
SO when I see the latest news that they’re reading Mein Kampf in Palestine, or they’re selling the Protocols in Jordan or Japan or wherever, or that Ken Livingstone is being himself, it makes me sad. But I’m not afraid.
Why would I be afraid?
I trust our strength.
We got this.