#I'm starting to feel the only safe spaces for Jews are ones by & for Jews

[indecisiveavocado]

every single time i try

me: i should stop hanging out in such jewish places, especially online. let's see. *opens door* right wing: we hate you because you support queer rights left wing, sharpening knife: we hate you because you don't trust us not to kill us the first chance we get, just because we have for 2,300 years. 'centrists': back up one sec, what's a pogrom, who is this kid kfir, and what do you mean antisemitism didn't start and end with hitler? me: *closes door* nope, staying on jumblr.

[jewsinfandoms]

hey

So like Esther, I've been hiding my people and my homeland on tumblr dot com, because *points vaguely at the whole world*

I'm Israeli, so I've never had to contextualize my Judaism or represent it—which is to say, I don't actually know how to incorporate Judaism into my fanworks?

Can you give some examples of what that would look like? The only examples I know of are actually offensive in the other direction (Jewish!Peter Parker who speaks like Mel Brooks' rabbi character in Men in Tights).

Can the Judaism just be in the background? Like, the plot happens in a synagogue instead of a church? Or does it have to have a real role in the story? Does one of the characters have to be Jewish? Can it be just thematically Jewish, like a midrash-inspired story that's applicable to 911 characters?

I'd appreciate any direction or ideas you can offer!

(and also I salute you for being a publicly Jewish blog. That's... unfortunately brave these days)

Hello dear anon, and apologies for taking so long to answer! It is a great question that requires some thinking, we hope the explanation will help.

First, a hug from far away. Mods are from all over the world, including Israel, and we know how you feel. That's why we started this – to give Jews a safe space, where they could be proud in their identity and not hide it.

And now, for your question! In a true Jewish way, the answer will be – it's up to you. Do you want to make all your blorbos Jewish? Maybe only one of the main characters? Or just one supporting character will mention they went on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem when they were younger?

It can be a Jewish Spiderman who goes to synagogue for a Shabbat prayer and notices a criminal activity, and needs to decide if to break the sacred day. Maybe Batman fell in love with a Jewish man, and Alfred needs to learn how to make Kosher food? Perhaps you want to explore the ways Judaism influenced the writing of Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri?

All forms of creation are welcomed - you can cosplay as a biblically accurate angel, draw a character with a Kippah, or podcast (after getting permission from the writer) your favorite fanfic.

Good luck, and may we all have a safe time!

[xclowniex]

you've answered a similar ask before, but how do you deal with antisemitism without just going "its funny that a person thinks it will affect me" because I'm feeling affected by antisemitism

I'm sorry that you have been experiencing antisemitism.

Two methods I use is changing perspective of it mentally and confrontation. And of course self care afterwards.

That is because their is not much you can do yourself to stop antisemitism apart from educating against it and donating to organizations who fight against antisemitism if you financially can.

For changing perspective, whenever someone is antisemitic, you can either say this to them or just in your head "it's sad that you have so much hate in your heart to say/do what you did"

Changing the focus from you to them puts their actions back on them.

Confrontation is something I also have done and will do given the chance. But only do so if you are comfortable with confrontation and are in a space where it is safe for you to do so. Eg, in a public setting where you can easily leave if needed.

When someone is antisemitic to you, properly call them out and be loud about it. Repeat back to them with what they said and how it's not okay. It's important to not try to start an argument though so don't give them room to do so.

For example, if someone calls you a rat, dirty jew or kike, go

"It is inappropriate for you to call me (insert word or phrase). It is antisemitic and not okay"

The purpose of confrontation is to make someone feel shame. Which is why doing the above is also good if you are being sexually harassed or assaulted in public.

You want everyone around you to know what's going on and be loud about it so people look. An antisemite usually isn't going to stand their ground in a public setting with people around to watch and judge them. If they do stand their ground then you need to leave for your safety, however you now at least have witnesses to report them for harassment.

Most people when confronted in public get embarrassed at others knowing their behavior as deep down they know that it's either not okay point blank or that it's not socially acceptable and you being loud about their actions threatens them in making them a social outcast.

It also allows for those who are safe people to come to you, and help you either by putting themselves into the situation to make the antisemite leave you alone as they have a witness or by helping you walk to wherever you are going so you're not alone to be harassed again.

When I've done that in the past with an antisemite at a supermarket, I had a staff member not say anything to me but follow the antisemite around the store to watch them to make sure they didn't pull that again.

After experiencing antisemitism, I usually get myself a treat to help the negative emotions as well as breaking out a face mask or bath bomb when i get home.

I hope I helped. How a person can effectively deal with antisemitism is very personal to them. Not one solution is going to work for everyone.

The most important thing is that you hopefully should be in a living situation where you are safe.

[omegawizardposting]

This will probably be the last time I post about I/P on this blog, because frankly, I see enough antisemitism from other supposed leftists every day. I do not need it in my inbox and notifications, too.

(Also there are simply more productive things I can do to support Palestinians than post on tumblr.)

What it all boils down to, in my view, is that if you are going to post about I/P, you have to do your due diligence. You have to recognize that both Palestinians and Israelis are human beings, and that neither group deserves to face violence or oppression. You have to be careful not to fall for Islamophobic and antisemitic rhetoric.

On the left, I see antisemitism more prominently, which is why I'm talking about it today. I am an American leftist, and I have watched my Jewish friends become more withdrawn, less vibrant, since October 7th. The consequences of that day, of Hamas' rule in Gaza, of Netanyahu's tyranny, have impacted them, even on the other side of the world. They no longer feel safe in leftist spaces. They fear that greater violence against their people is on the horizon. They recall stories their parents and grandparents told them of "how it started".

So I worry for them as much as I do my Muslim friends. I know how deeply ingrained antisemitism is in many socities. I know how often Jews have faced violent expulsion, even from their own ancestral homeland.

It's important to talk about the plight of Israeli citizens alongside that of Palestinian citizens. Neither Hamas nor Netanyahu are your friends, but only one of these is spoken of. Only one draws the ire of leftists. In fact, some leftists celebrate the other. They do this while spreading blood libel and claiming that Jews control the media.

This is what I mean when I ask, "Are you pro-Palestine or anti-Jew?" Are you doing anything to support Palestinians, or are you spreading antisemitic rhetoric and calling it revolutionary? Are you bringing this same energy to other, equally violent conflicts (Jordan and Syria, Turkey's oppression of the Kurds), or is it no Jews, no news? Are you uplifting Palestinian voices, or are you shouting down Jews who ask the bare minimum of you as a self-proclaimed ally?

I ask my fellow goyim to check themselves and those close to them. You will not free Palestine with Jew-hate. You will not protect Palestinians with blood libel. You will not end this conflict with Nazi rhetoric.

The path forward will be walked together, or it will not be walked at all. Pull your heads out of your asses and take my hand.

[agam-shel-barvadim]

Broken language rant below the cut, I have no idea where this is going but it's gonna go somewhere

Edit: This turned out very, VERY long.

"If you like Hebrew so much, then why are almost all of your posts in English?"

I ask myself the same a lot. It does feel like I throw the "Hebrew is the most beautiful language ever" card a lot without actually, yk, showing it? Standing by my words? Ironically enough I can't figure out what the right English term would be here

I joined tumblr a couple of months ago, with the sole purpose of escapism. Life was... difficult. I needed a way of escaping reality. Before that, I was in several Hebrew-speaking spaces, but as time went on, I just kinda didn't want to stay there?

And it's really hard to explain, even to myself. It's like I made a seperation between my day-to-day Hebrew and this picture of the language itself in my head (which is pretty easy in Hebrew because in day-to-day people very much do not use the language to its whole potential).

I still held the view of Hebrew as the Most Beautiful Language Ever ™, but at the same time, it reminded me of reality. Because it's the language that I speak every day. It reminded me of trauma. It reminded me of endless screams and of doors that have to remain shut. It reminded me of how impossible life was looking. And English, being the Language Of the Internet ™, distracted me from that. It was almost as if I forgot that English is a real language, with real people who speak it and that includes many people who would rather have me dead than alive. I'm saying "almost" but I think it's safe to say that's percisely what it was.

Add to that the fact that Hebrew handles gender absolutely terribly. Absolutely terribly. There's little to no room at all for gender-neutral terms. And I really needed a way to refer to myself in gender-neutral terms at the time. Or at least a non-masc way which when I say it like that does exist in Hebrew but

I... don't think I'm ready to explain that one properly, even to myself. Tho in a sense I really do want to, but I also really don't. The way I described it here feels very underwhelming and slightly incoherent but I'm afraid that's the best I can do. Bottom line is, I even started thinking in English because of that.

This all blew up in my face, obviously. And I was so frustrated with myself for that. I took it hard. I had two little personal projects that I wrote in English. I abandoned them. Physically erased one of them from paper, page by page. I wanted to stop consuming any type of media in English at all.

So in that case, why do I still post mostly in English? I don't know. I don't post for anyone else I do it for myself. To try and make sense of things. Tumblr exposed me to a lot of diaspora Jews. Who have this different perspective to a lot of things. It's like a sense of optimism I used to see here in Israel when I was a kid, which slowly faded away as time went on. Maybe that's why I keep using English?

I really don't know.

Eli'ezer Ben-Yehuda made himself think in Hebrew for the aim of renewing the language. Meanwhile I still catch myself thinking in English from time to time, despite natively speaking Hebrew and never living in any English-speaking environment, and despite Hebrew being the most beautiful language ever made. I hate myself for it. Every. single. day.

I suppose that at the end of the day, I'm a big fan of Hebrew only as long as I don't have to use it to refer to myself.

[heckinhacker]

could i request for how cartman would act when he has a crush on someone who’s just as chaotic as he is and how he would ask them out? also could you include how other people would react to finding out they are dating? tyy :)))

Eric Cartman x Reader - South Park's days are OVER.

By title, I'm saying: Cartman finding someone as chaotic as himself is a world ending for poor little mountain town

Remember that when I write for South Park, they're teenagers at less(16 y/o minimum), adults at most! it's silly i write it every south park post but better safe than sorry~

I gave Cartman red color, and Viktor, my OC, green color, for easier reading experience.

Y'all were just a kids when you moved in to South Park

It wasn't hard to meet main gang, they're everywhere with their chaos

Cartman was the one to pick up on you, it might be your appearances, the way you act, maybe what you were doing at the moment, whatever it was!!

He did not expect a snarky comment back

"Weird that you're still able to walk up to me and yap your trashmouth, I wonder how come you're not being pushed around by your friends there like a barell. "

"AY! I'M NOT FAT!!"

you gave guys a laugh and Kyle invited you right in to hang out with them

... And he realised his mistake soon after.

You were not only a menace to Cartman, but to everyone, no matter if they started or not.

Kyle was sure he found a friend in you, but turns out it was Cartman who found his second half of devilness.

You were inseparable!!

You hung around Cartmans place a lot! You always had a laugh when his mom thanked you for being friends with Eric, saying:

"Oooh, Ewic has no fwiends~"

and annoying him further, but that's how you two worked, pushing each others buttons.

Other times as you shrugged off some comments about main group REALLY bringing the most bizzare shit possible to themselves, but no matter how much you avoid the truth - this four are NOT normal.

Was it their fault, or the town? You did not know, yet gave no fucks.

Alien encounter? Psh, you were ready to burn their space-ship when they were screwing around town.

You liked playing heroes and stick of truth with them a lot.

Due to Cartman usually forcing you to side with him, because he always is on some sort of drama and making play-group split into two (and even three sometimes--)

Usually Kyle tells him to fuck off and suggests you should pick wherever you'd like to be, to just go there.

But...well. You wanted to side with him, no? You guys are like two droplets of water - identical.

Being closest to Cartman also meant dealing with his bullshit, his drama-driving self, and he sometimes is unbearable. But I bet - so are you. I wonder who wins "guilttripping contest" between you two.

You fight a lot. That's for sure.

If your characters are similiar, you have to despise and love each other on a very big level.

Sometimes dramas were big enough you did everything to make other even more miserable by making each other jealous. You hanging out more with Kyle, him just ignoring you while you're in 4 or hanging around Heidi...

Oh, Heidi times were hard for your friendship. It was around when you two had little break in your relations.

But you are getting back to each other. Who would understand him better than you?

You alway see through his bullshit, and you know when he needs a kick in the ass, and when he needs a hug.

But...that being saaaaiddd...

You can't be soft around Young Cartman.

Weell... But when you grew up, on the other hand...

I like to imagine Cartman is still as chaotic, but more mature, realizing that maybe some jokes are too much...

He still bullies Kyle for being a Jew though--

You still cause headaches around the town, break some shit, sometimes steal because dumb teenagers behavior, but with years things started... Changing.

Cartman noticed he feels different towards you.

The more you matured, the more he hated the way you spend time with others. Possessive, and he does not give a fuck, really.

He would not risk you having no time for him because you date some other idiot.

That's what he tells himself in front of a mirror though :)

Sweet lie that makes him feel better

Dating is for pussies, no?

That's also what he tells himself.

But, ho and behold, you have gotten closer to Viktor, new, mysterious guy that seemed like polar opposite of yours, yet you clicked somehow.

At first Cartman shrugged it off. If you want to hang around some emo douchebag, sure.

"He looks like he has some pathological problems! His pappy beats him to sleep everynight I bet, and he looks like he's depressed, why do you hang around that gloomy piece of shit?!"

"I 'unno, Vik is funky."

...Vik?

And Cartman is on the verge of his nerves.

If you start dating that asshole, you won't have time for him, no?

But...is that the only thing that bothers him?

He wants to act cocky as he asks you: "You are into him?"

And you smirk, saying: "And what if I am?"

spoiler: you're not-

And the way you answered just made him huff

"Then remember to put a rubber or something I don't give a shit." and walked away, not letting you finish.

Oh he's angry.

But wasn't that your point? As much as Cartman is into you, you are into him even more.

I'd say you have the trope going on: One fell first, but other fell harder.

Because when he realised he is jealous because HE wants to be your boyfriend, he loses his goddamn mind.

He used to date a little, but mostly they were not serious relationships, just as a kid, holding hands and ignoring other part for most part, so falling in love for real...

It's tough. He distances himself for a little while. He needs to figure his shit out.

And you're conflicted. You wanted him to be jealous, but him distancing himself was NOT part of your plan.

And you complain to who? Your new friend, Viktor.

"And then he IGNORES ME. I think he even blocked me on discord???"

" Oh, did he?"

"Not really, just muted me on private I think so he does not see whatever I write to him."

"I 'unno, maybe actually talk to him, idiot?"

" Talking with Cartman is insufferable though, dude."

"So is with you, trust me."

"You are really a stick in the mud, Vik."

"You wanted me as a friend, now suffer."

Well, he is right, and Viktor is really a good friend, actually. He gives you raw advices and is not playing around the bush.

And maybe talking to Cartman will be the best, in the end?

Or...maybe pulling his nose a little until he breaks?

Of course you go with second option, or at least wanted to.

"Vik, could you act as my boyfriend? Because-"

"no."

"WHY??"

"I won't be part of "Cartman start simping to me" plan. Nuh-uh."

"Asshole. You're useless."

" Mhm, if you say so."

"AND you're not fun to bicker against."

" Go cry about it."

So no potential partner in crime to get this plan through.

You COULD ask Kenny but Kenny seems to be close with Cartman so...risky. Kyle won't budge, and Stan...well he already dates someone, so it would be really stupid of you.

So you have to listen to Viktor's advice. Talk to him.

And you approach him on a longer break, forcing yourself to sit beside him and smiling widely.

"Ghosting me, babygirl?"

"Screw off."

"Wow, Cartman, I'm offended, actually. Maybe don't act like a wuss and tell me why the fuck you keep ignoring me?"

"Because I want to give you and your new boyfriend space?"

" He's not my boyfriend, mind you, and even if he was, it's not the reason to ignore me?"

"Why would you keep me around when you found someone else?"

"That's not how friendships or generally relationships work, you know? You don't have to be the only one in my life??"

"But I can't stand you pushing your tongue into someone's throat, that's just-"

"Disgusting?"

"ANNOYING."

"Are you...jealous?"

And for once, with his big mouth, Cartman goes...quiet.

Jackpot.

You place a hand on his back, and sigh, giving him child treatment. So there is a bad moment to tease him further, huh. You know when to stop with him.

"I don't want to date Viktor. Nor anyone..."

"..."

"anyone else, I mean."

"...wait- what the fuck?"

"Yeap, you heard me right. I wanted to have your attention all along. Maybe let's stop pretending we don't want each other and move on? You want to date me or not?"

You two really are similiar, huh.

"...let's meet after school, maybe. Talk about this in more...private place. But yeah, we should stop fucking around. I'm done with it."

Good, at least you two are into something.

You walked him to his house, talked with him, ended up becoming official.

Not describing the talk because it's mostly emotion-focused and it cannot be really personalised with every reader. You're free to imagine!

And like, next day, you are walking hand in hand and...everyone is in shock. Maybe even feels world ending because you two dating is just...near-death experience.

Other's reactions:

Kyle:

He swears that he will cut you two out from his life, HE SWEARS.

He hates every second of you leaning against each other, being menaces.

He gags dramatically whenever you act lovey-dovey.

Hates the whole arrangement in general

Kenny:

He jokes you should make a poly-triad together

Is very supportive

First thing he said when he noticed you two was: "Fucking finally."

He heard ALL the rants of Cartman but the last one when he went quiet.

He did a lot of kissy faces around you two to tease you

Cartman kicked his ass like once for him to stop XD

Overall very happy for you both <3

Stan:

He was really surprised to see you two???

Like, REALLY surprised

"Since when is it a thing?"

Giggles that it was quite obvious yet he still seems to be surprised about it.

"Maybe Cartman will be less of a pain in the ass?" he jokes

no, he is not

But seems to be really okay with you two dating

"Just please don't get too lovey-dovey when we hang around in group." he begs

to which you answer "Like you stop acting like a simp to your girlfriend whenever you're around us or not, screw off Stan."

Butters:

HE'S SO HAPPY IT'S ALMOST CUTE??

He clapped his hands and went in cheerful tone "I knew it!!"

Asks since when are you guys a thing and wishes you the best of luck on new path of your lives.

"Butters it's not a fucking marriage." says Cartman with an eyeroll.

Butters is the one who remembers your anniversary more than you two actually do LMFAO

He is your no.1 shipper!!

Viktor:

Another one with "Fucking finally." reaction, but with more annoyed tone to it instead of reliefd.

Was done with your bullshit of chickening out in asking him out

My guy was ready to ask Cartman to date you by himself-

Thankfully he did not have to

Now he has to listen to you ramble about you dating, in a good and bad way.

He never will be done with you two's bullshit, but it is what it is.

If he would hate it, he wouldn't be friends with you.

[adamavshamayim]

I woke up at 330 last night thinking about some interfaith conversations I was having at work. Then I was a zombie all day today. Then I fell asleep early and now it's around the time I usually go to bed, but I'm wide awake because I just slept 3 hours.

I've been trying to form an ERG (employee resource group, corporate lingo for group of people who have something non-work-relafed in common) since they posted about Easter on Erev Pesach. They happened to be taking applications for these groups around that time. When I applied I was told another Jewish employee had also filled out the application, and we were connected. Let's call her M (not her real initial). M relates to her Judaism through culture and not through any religious practice. She also struck me as a really good speaker, who can word things better than I can. M and I decided to join forces and create a group that would attract both cultural and religious Jews, and any types of Jews at all.

A month goes by. No word from the leaders that our group will become official. Then M and I get an invite to discuss a "faith based ERG." The leaders brought us together with someone who wanted to start a Christian group, let's call her C. C wanted to meet like minded people and discuss how their faith drove their work (think, "Christians are good people who do good things, and I want to find them to do good things with them"). The leaders acknowledged that M said her Judaism was not faith based but still wondered if we could form an interfaith group together.

While M played the part of upset "there is so much antisemitism in the world right now and we need a bigger voice at the organization like the one Christians already have" as well as "theres no space for me in a faith based group", I was trying to play along with the leaders. I wanted them to like me and I wanted to try to accommodate. I told them interfaith dialogue was interesting and important and something I'd potentially join, but only *once it was established that I could feel safe at this company and have the support system of a Jewish group*.

A few hours later the irony hit that my attempt to feel less drowned by Christianity at work led to me being asked to make that very same group for Christians also.

[nonegenderleftpain]

I'm going through a faith crisis, found one of your posts answering a similar question, and I just figured. I would send one.

I was raised vaguely Christian, I went to church and bible camp in the summer and all that, very very Christian area. We have five churches and only got a dollar store 5 years ago. It's Christianity or nothing around here.

Around the age of 11-12 I think, I learned about judaism and jewish people, and I became interested, but one of the first things I remembered seeing was something basically saying you can't convert so I stopped there, because I felt bad.

I got interested in Islam for a while, but it wasn't for me after about a year of learning off and on.

Then I learned about the Satanic temple, and I consider myself a satanist. Everyone in my life knows I am a satanist, I am passionate about it, I'm an agnostic, though leaning much more athiest.

However, recently, I'm not sure why, but my interest in Judaism sparked again And frankly it's bringing me to tears. I've been crying for a little over an hour now while looking into Judaism and becoming so interested and frankly falling in love with it.

But again, where I love, there's only Christianity. The nearest synagouge is miles and miles away, I can't drive and frankly I'm almost sure my parents will not accept me in this way and drive me to a synagouge anyway.

I'm at a lost for what to do. I feel bad asking jewish people for help, I know it puts you in a weird position I'm sure, but if anything I just want to know, what do I do?

That's a very hard situation to be in, and I'm sorry you're stuck in it. I was raised Catholic, in a town where there were no other options, just like yours. I didn't even meet a Jew until I started college. I also converted to Satanism after leaving xtianity, and I understand the fear of not being accepted. Most of my family doesn't know that I've converted, despite it being well over a year now. I feel less safe being open with them about my religion than I do being open with them about being trans. I feel your struggle and you are not alone.

As for what you should do, there are several things I would suggest. The beauty of today's internet is that many, many temples stream their services online. This would allow you a first step - a means of sitting in and observing, seeing what service is about and being in that space as a guest. See if the closest synagogue to you has their services streamed and request a link for them.

The next step (and one I suggest you take at the same time as seeking out access to online services) is to reach out to a rabbi. Rabbis are teachers, not priests - they are educated Jews who go to rabbinical school to learn halacha, theology and history. Sitting down with your local Rabbi (I speak with mine online since I am unable to drive often and we are both very busy) and explaining your situation to them and your interest in Judaism will gain you the community connection you need to move forward and take down the barriers between you and accessing a temple. I would suggest reaching out to a Reform congregation, as that's what I know most about, but that's not really necessary - agnosticism is very common in all sects of Judaism short of the ultra-orthodox, and belief is not a requirement for conversion.

The third step I'd suggest is getting your hands on a few books on Judaism. I always suggest "To Life!" by Rabbi Harold Kushner and "Choosing a Jewish Life" by Anita Diamant as a jumping off point. If you're down for heavier reading, "Jewish Literacy" by Rabbi Joseph Telushkin is an incredible book. It's well over 600 pages, but it is broken down into very digestible and intriguing chunks that make it easy to read. Jews are the people of the book, and there is not a more universal Jewish experience than study. You Rabbi will absolutely suggest more books, but these three are pretty universally loved.

Trying to find your way into the Jewish people is a hard road, especially with the rise of antisemitism worldwide. There's a lot to learn, and you will never know everything. You are painting a target on your back, and you will need to be very aware of that. If a rabbi turns you away, it will be because of tradition and concern for you choosing to become a Jew in a time so dangerous for us, not because they do not want you there. Be persistent and polite, and ask them what they need from you. They will know much better than I will.

It is not an easy path to take or decision to make. I feel the consequences of my choice daily in everything I do - good and bad. I've dealt with racialized violence as a white person for wearing my kippah outside and giving what is considered a racial indicator to antisemites. But I can also say that it has been worth it in every way. I have found a community, my soul has found rest at Sinai, and I know myself better than I ever have before. I don't know if I believe in Hashem, but I believe in the Jewish people. And I believe in you.

Behatzlacha, friend.

[samwilsonshandsandass]

heyy i saw your post about how americans and europeans have distinctive different views on the whole israel-palestine conflict can you elaborate? i'm just curious since i don't know too much about the subject so i didn't rlly notice any differences

Hey! Yes, of course! Please keep in mind, I’m a Christian German and by no means an expert on this topic. I’ve also never been to Israel or Palestine, just as the vast majority of Americans who reblog those takes. Although I’m not a practicing Christian, it means I was socialized in a society with inherent antisemitism and a people’s past of being colonizers (namely Namibia), although not to the extent of Great Britain or France for example, so I can’t say too much or anything on the topic of how Israel seems to be seen as colonizers in distinctive American takes on the conflict. What I will say in response to this argument is this: This argument reeks of antisemitism, but especially of antisemitism that’s different from German/nazi antisemitism and also from muslim antisemitism.

That’s the basics to my person, so you know what perspective I’m talking from.

Now to what I know/understand of the history of the region I’m talking about. Just the region, not countries. That region, including the Levant, has the strongest ties to what happened according to the writings of Judaism and Christianity and Islam. There also is one indigenous tribe on the soil of nowadays Ethopia who claim to be the oldest Jewish community in the world, but that’s a different topic.

Judaism is different from Christianity and Islam as in the fact that Judaism is also an ethno-religion. That’s one of the reasons why Jews long for their own state, their own country and land. Then comes the diaspora that started way before our time and goes back to ancient times.

Fast forward to modern times in the meaning of historical science (1800 to now). Great Britain colonized part of the Levant, where, at that time, Christian Palestinians lived. Jews were still in diaspora.

Now a smaller fast forward to what the Germans did. The specific German antisemitism that resulted in several pogroms of Jewish communities in the Middle Ages against the Ashkenazi Jews and the German antisemitism that got a big boost during the reformation with Martin Luther at the helm.

All that resulted in the genocide that the vast majority of people (not only Germans but other nationalities as well) call “Holocaust” which translates to “burn victim”. Jews call it “Shoa”, which translates to “Shame”.

That made it abudantly clear, even in the eyes of the world, that Jews needed their own state. That was in the mid to late 1940s. This times, just these five years, have several important things happening during that time:

British Colonies strived (and sometimes got) their indepency.

The UN were founded, as a response to what the Germans did and what the world got liberated from.

While there were six million Jews less than before, the diaspora is still very much happening.

People remember which parts of the world have the closest ties to the Jewish texts.

Jews now have an argument as to why they need their own state that’s so strong, there’s no stronger argument that also cannot be refuted, unless you’re araging antisemite.

(Yes, I know the last point sounds cynical. It is, but that doesn’t make it less true.)

All this culminates in Jews getting their state where it is today. Still, they get their state in a region where they’re surrounded by states who don’t recognize the right to existence of the state of Israel. So, Israel constantly feels threatened. If that’s always by everyone the case is another topic, but Israel as a state (not Jews, there’s a difference between Israelis and Jews) feels threatened. That’s also why the conflict is not entirely just about religion but also about land. And by that, existence.

That’s the basics of the situation. Now for the distinct German-Israeli situation.

Germany, because of its history, feels a special connection to Israel and especially Jewish Israelis which results in Germany (as a state) wants Israel to exist but at the same time recognizes the difference between Israel, the state, and Jews living there.

At the same time, Germany is not hostile to Palestine or their want for their own state. That’s why Germany favors a two-state-solution. What Germany is hostile to, however, is the Hamas. The Hamas rules over Palestine and is considered a terrorist organization. There also haven’t been elections held in 15 years in Palestine. Israel, at the moment (and for the last two years) has/had trouble to form a functioning government.

All of the above are the basics when Germans discuss the Israel Palestine Conflict.

And now for the actual answer:

In all the American takes, I almost never see the Hamas being mentioned. Not by name, not by “terrorist organization”, nothing. Never. They almost always only mention the civilian populace which ignores the part of Palestinians who gives the orders to attack Israel. At the same time, I almost always see the Israeli populace (no matter if they Christian, Jewish or Arabian Israelis) lumped in with the acting right wing government on Benjamin Netanjahu (acting, not legitimized), which in consequence makes every Israeli an Israeli who attacks Palestine.

Both aren’t true and are most likely furthering aversions against each other and a black and white thinking pattern.

In the German takes, the Hamas is mentioned. There’s a line drawn between the Hamas and the Palestinian populace. The Israeli government is mentioned with all its quarrels and why it feels it has to do what they do (same with the Hamas). The Israeli populace is mentioned as being different from their government.

All four parties (Hamas, Israeli government, Palestine populace, Israeli populace) are given space in news reports, etc to state their perspective.

During all this, Germany still wants a two state solution as the long term goal and the right to existence of Israel to remain and Israel to be safe.

[eugenesmorphine]

The Highest Honor // A Ronald Speirs Imagine

@alienoresimagines @alienoresimagines

AN: I am very aware this isn’t historically accurate! I got this idea from a friend of mine and added my own things into it! I apologize if it doesn’t make sense or something, I am trying something new. So please do not hate on it :). And some pieces are in German, in which there are translations with them. If there are any errors, I'm sorry in advance. Also, let me know if you guys want a part two to this, I'm contemplating making a second part.

I slid on that drasted German Officer’s uniform. I was supposed to be a Paratrooper. You know, on the ground with a rifle, taking down groups of Germans. Not becoming a spy to help the French regain Paris back. I pulled my hair back into a neat bun, placing my cap on top of my head. I looked in the mirror, within my body a tinge of shame, It felt wrong wearing the enemy's uniform. Especially as a Jew myself, knowing what the Germans have been doing to my people. I applied a red lipstick. And taking one last glance at myself within the mirror, flattening down the pencil skirt and adjusting the blazer. It sent a large shiver down my spine. To look at myself and see me wearing this uniform, it was sickening. 

I took a deep breath, swallowing hard as I grabbed the door handle. Twisting it and pulling the door open. It seemed as if all of Easy Company was standing outside of my door. My cheeks heated up in the slightest. I kept my chin high. I know they didn’t like seeing me in the uniform, especially Ronald. I glanced at him, trying to make it so no one would notice me catching his eyes.

///

Captain Ronald Speirs and I had been having somewhat of a secret relationship these past few months. I’m aware it sounded dumb. Though, the officer and I were in love. But the rules in the Army were the rules. It didn’t stop us though. To my knowledge only Richard Winters knew about the two of us, and both Ron and I knew he would never say a word. The two of us would barley and even speak during the day. Only in briefings with the rest of the higher rankings. When it came to night time though, when everyone was asleep. Ron and I would sneak out just like teenagers. The two of them would go sit somewhere more private and talk for hours. Or do other things. Like kisses and so on. Oh god was he a good kisser. Behind that rough and scary front he put on, with me, he wasn’t like that. He was actually quite sweet. 

You must be wondering how Ron and I actually came to be what we are now. I showed up to Easy Company, the first female Paratrooper yet. I was a translator, originally supposed to be the secretary and just translating documents. I was trained for combat but I was supposed to stay back with the higher ups. That was until Major Horton actually saw more potential in me. I was put on the line, I stayed with officers mostly on the line and when going into places like Carentan and Bastogne.

I had met Mr. Speirs when we had first Parachuted into Normandy and he was the first man I had linked up with. I remember hearing stories about him, and it was with him where I killed my first set of Germans. We spoke a few words that night, though it was safe to say that after that night, after I saved his ass from a Kraut, I guess that where “we” began. We began getting secretly closer and closer ever since that day. Leading to all our small accomplishments, us sneaking our first kiss inside the empty dining hall late at night, just to have Winters walk in on us. So much has gone on the fast time. I had completely fallen for Ron. And from what he said, he felt that exact same.

///

Now here I was. What seems to be decades later. When I had glanced at Ron for a few seconds, I could see the nervousness etched into his face. One of the French Resistance leaders approached me quickly though, pulling me and the rest of Easy Company along for a quick briefing before this mission.  On the surface, my face was calm and straight forward. My voice is calm and steady. But mentally, I was terrified. God knows what the German’s would do to me if they found out I was a spy. Let alone a Jew. 

“Listen Corporal L/N, we are going to send you in. You are to only speak in German, you are Adeline Lieslotte, you are there as a secretary. You are going in to get as much information about anything and everything you can memorize, take, whatever. Understand?” The man’s French accent was thick. Though, I understood what was needed of me. I nodded in response to him. Gulping as I watched everyone except Ron walk out. I was nervous for what I needed to do in just an hour.  

I watched as Ronald quickly walked over to the open door, looking outside to see if anyone was around. He quickly shut the door. Walked back to me. He immediately cupped my face, pressing his lips against mine. His kiss was so firm, but you could feel the fear from deep within him. I grasped at his messy hair. My fingers raked through his hair. I pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. His face was soft, like a lost puppy almost.

“Please Y/N, please be safe. I can’t lose you too. Come back to me,” he pleaded. His voice was broken up. He was actually worried. Like really worried. I cupped his face, bringing him down to be eye level with me. Looking directly into his eyes.

“I promise you Ronald Speirs, that I will make it back to you,” I promised. Giving him one more peck on the lips before my name was called. I pulled away from him. Flattening my skirt and applying new lipstick. I gave Ronald one last glance before walking out the door. The only sound was my heels clicking against the hardwood floor.  

Now was the time. I was in a Jeep getting to a German building filled to the brim with high end Nazis. I clutched a suitcase in my hand as I hopped out of the jeep and began walking into the building. My heart was pounding and I had thousands of thoughts coursing through my brain. I tried to seem calm on the outside, and it seemed to be working. I began walking through all the different floors, office spaces. Sneaking pieces of documents, reading over small documents, trying to listen in and write down things from conversations. I kept doing this for three hours. It was all going well, until I was approached by which seemed like a high ranking Nazi Officer. I gulped as he approached me.

“Hallo, wie scheint dein Name zu sein? Ich glaube nicht, dass ich dich schon einmal hier gesehen habe?” he asked, (hello, what seems to be your name? I don't think I've seen you here before?). I gulped. Was he on to me?  Play it cool Y/N, you are fine. You got this. Nothing is going to happen. Right? 

“Mein Name ist Adeline Lieselotte, ich wurde als andere Sekretärin hierher gebracht,” I replied (My name is Adeline Lieselotte, I was brought here as another secretary).My german coming out smooth and the accent perfect. 

“Sekretär? Ich wurde nicht über eine neue Sekretärin informiert. Wenn überhaupt, wurde mir mitgeteilt, dass wir mehr als genug davon hatten,” His voice was sceptical (Secretary? I was not informed of a new secretary. If anything I was informed that we had more than enough of them). I felt my anxiety levels start rising. Was I caught? 

“Es tut mir leid, dass niemand Sie informiert hat, Sir. Ich dachte, Sie wurden informiert,” I answered, my words coming out rushed and seemingly nervous (I'm sorry no one had informed you sir, I thought you had been informed). I just screwed myself over. Think of Ronald, go to your happy place. You’re going to make it out of this Y/N and you are going to make it out with the love of your life. I watched as the Nazi officer’s face changed. Into one of the shit eating smirks as if he knew something was up. I was screwed. I mentally began praying.

“Nun, Miss Lieselotte, möchten Sie mit mir einen Spaziergang in die Vorderseite des Gebäudes machen? Ich würde gerne mehr darüber erfahren, wofür Sie sie beauftragt haben,” he said, his voice strangely cherry (Well, Miss Lieselotte, would you like to take a walk with me out into the front of the building? I would like to know more of what you were assigned you to do). I swallowed hard and put on a smile. Clutching my suitcase in my hand tightly. I knew exactly what he was doing. The Nazis already knew that us Americans were around this perimeter, but just didn’t know where. I knew that Easy Company was hidden around the thick forests in front of the building, waiting for me to return safely. They must know that too. Shit. 

I followed the officer outside. The cold air hit my face and it sent a shiver throughout my entire body. And as soon as I went to walk down those stairs, I felt a hard shove from two hands placed into the center of my back. I went flying forward, my small frame hitting each step. I felt my knee get a hard and large scrape across it, the warm blood trickling down my knee. I’m finished. My body hit the snowy ground, it already ached from the hard fall down the many marble and rock stairs. Though, I put my hands beneath my body and pressed myself upwards. I was about to stand up before I felt a hard leather boot right in my ribcage. A loud yelp left my lips as I rolled over on my side , clutching it. For sure at least one rib was broken.

“You think I wouldn’t find out you stupid American? You think the others didn’t see you grabbing our documents and listening in our conversations? You Americans are even dumber than we thought,” he spoke in English. It was broken up and his German accent was strong with it. I looked up at him, Panting as I tried to stand once more. This time I felt his leather gloves first collide with my cheek. The force knocked me right back down. I thought I was seeing birds flying around my head. I looked back up at him, he had an evil smirk plastered onto his face. I then looked to the tree line. Knowing my Easy Company was there watching me. I tried looking hard into the thick brush of the trees and bushes. I could see them. I could see my men. Their eyes filled with horror as they began watching me getting beaten. 

I felt my Garrison cap be ripped off and the hair on top of my head being gripped into the officer’s fist. He yanked it back, arching my head up. He got close into my ear and whispered, “I know your little friends are out there, why don’t you just tell me where your camp is? All of this will be over if you just work with us,” as he turned my head towards the woods. He squeezed my cheeks with his free hands, making the blood that had filled my mouth drip on to my chin and into the snow. I would never give my men’s position away. No matter what. I just stayed quiet, and when the Nazi demanded an answer once more. I used my eyes to look at him.

“Fick dich,” I responded, biting down hard onto his hand (Fuck You). He yelled out in pain, slamming my head down into the snow. I watched as he grabbed onto his now bleeding hand. I spit blood onto his boot and stood myself up. My legs wobbled beneath me, but I held my ground. “I can take it,” I yelled. Loud enough for the rest of Easy to hear me. I wasn’t really scared anymore. It must’ve been the adrenaline. 

I watched as the Officer looked up at me, his evil smirk changed into a look of pure anger. He walked up to me and socked me right in the eye. That would surely bruise. I stumbled backwards, bringing my hand up to the eye that was just hit. “Just tell me where they are, and I’ll maybe spare you,” he said, his thick accent spilling out of his mouth. I just stared at him, not a word leaving my bleeding lips. My silence did not please him. The large officer then grabbed my neck and slammed me against one of the German trucks. His hand tightened around my throat, leaving me slightly gasping for air. I brought my hands up to try to hit his hand off my throat. His free hand reached up and slugged me in the nose. My head snapped to the right from the force. I could feel warm blood begin flowing down my face. I coughed on the blood, making it spray on the abusers face. I kept gasping for air, my head began to seemingly spin. I watched weakly as his hand went up and he hit me again. And then again. And then again. Each hit felt harder than the last.

I weakly looked back at the Officer. Both from lack of oxygen and the amount of times I had just been slugged. My eyebrow had been split open along with my lip, my mouth was pouring blood along with my nose. I watched weakly as he raised his hand again, not even flinching as he cocked his arm back, ready to strike. Though, I just closed my eyes, waiting for the blow. But it all cut short from a huge explosion coming from inside their base. What the hell was going on. My eyes opened heavily, the officer’s fist was still in the air as he looked in the direction of the explosion. I followed with the same actions. I was just as confused. He dropped me onto the ground and ran into what looked like the burning remains of the building I was just sneaking around in. Screams and cries of pain, and Germans running out into the snow engulfed in flames. Then gunshots rang off. I was deliriously on the ground, trying to push my now broken feeling body up. But my arms were so tired and they hurt so bad, I couldn’t get myself up. I began trying to crawl. What a pathetic sight that must’ve been. I watched as boots ran past me, like they were going into the fire.

I looked up. It was Easy Company! Or was the multiple blows to my brain bucket catching up to me. I heard someone calling my name. It sounded so foggy and static it seemed. I looked up, once more trying to get myself up, but once again failing. My eyes met with his. It was my Ronald. Oh god was I happy he was here. His face was softened, and so worried. How bad did I look? 

“Oh my god, Doll. You are going to be okay baby, Doc’s going to get you all patched up. I promise,” he tried to reassure me. I nodded, coughing up more blood. “I knew I shouldn’t of let you go on this stupid mission,” he muttered angrily, carrying me in bridal style. I felt so tired, I could barely even hold my arms up to gently wrap them around Ron’s neck.  My eyes got so heavy, I could barely keep them open. I felt a light hand tap my face as I could feel Ronald’s pace quicken. I opened my eyes to see his gaze, his worried filled gaze. “Come on Y/N, stay awake, you got this,” he begged. I nodded, swallowed. It was like the blood kept filling my mouth and blood kept dripping down my face. It made me feel so gross. 

Ronald got me to Doc Roe just minutes later. They laid me down on a table and that's when it all went dark. I was just so tired, I couldn;t keep my eyes open for the life of me. I hope Ronald wasn’t upset with me. Now I was left in silence, in my own thoughts. Why was there an explosion? That wasn’t the plan I was told at all. What would've happened if I was still inside? Oh I have a few words to pick with the person that ordered our Flyboys and bombers. I was going to let them have it. But for now, maybe a little sleep won’t hurt. 

///

My eyes blinked open. I don’t think I’ve ever had more of a painful migraine in my life. I propped myself up, feeling a sharp pain from within my ribcage. Causing me to wince and place a free hand on the area. Looking down to see my torso, tightly wrapped white bandages around my ribs. I sighed as I looked around the little aid station. The bitter cold within the room told me that I never left. I spotted a familiar officer laying uncomfortably in a chair in the corner of the little room I was in. He was out cold. Visibly being able to see the exhaustion exteched onto his features. My face softened at the sight. Though, my attention was grasped on someone else when the person walked in, clearing their throat. I looked up and no other than Doc Roe. He gave me a slight nod in which I returned before he walked over next to me. 

“You seem like you are recovering well. You had two broken ribs, severe concussion, the inner linings of your throat were swollen and bruised, a break in your wrist, and a small break in your femur, split lip, lucky your nose wasn’t broken, eyebrow was split open, bruises on you cheek and temple, cheek has a cut. Though, along with other minor problems, everything was taken care of. I heard from Winters that you might be getting a medal from riskin’ your life getting all those documents. Especially keeping quiet when that Nazi officer was beating you like no tomorrow. All the information you received in that suit case of yours was obtained and boy was it useful. Hell, some of it might help end the war!” this was the most I’ve ever heard Roe speak in a conversation. There was so much he said, and so fast. I had so many injuries, but a medal? Why in the hell was I going to get a medal? What kind of medal? So many thoughts had begun spinning through my mind, I had only just woken up about five minutes ago. What the hell was going on. Most importantly, I wanted to know why in the hell did that place blow up! Was nobody else wondering this? Like at all? I shook it off, I didn’t really care anymore at this moment. I was more worried about the fact I was getting a medal.

Soon after, Ronald woke up. Getting up so fast he nearly fell over. I swung my legs over to one side of my cot. Watching as the Captain ran over to me, cupping my face and kissing me. “I thought I lost you,” he stated quietly, placing his forehead on top of mine. Roe piped in once more.

“He has been sitting in that chair the entire time. Not leaving the room once,” he said, walking out of the room. I looked at Ron, his cheeks reddening. I smiled, laughing softly and kissed him once more.

“I’m guessing everyone knows about us now?” I asked, scratching the back of my neck. He chuckled, pulling away from me. He sat next to me and nodded. It wasn’t too big of a problem with me, it was kind of nice actually. “It’s alright Ron, I’m just happy you’re okay,” I said, holding his hand softly.

“Me?!” he exclaimed. “I’m happy you’re okay! I thought I lost you. I had to watch you get beaten like that, I couldn't even yell out to you. And when the miscommunication with our Flyboys and the bombers, I thought I really had lost you. What if you had been inside that building? What would I do without you,” he sighed. I could tell he was stressed about all this, putting so much pressure onto himself.I felt terrible. He was really tearing himself apart, I could just tell by how he looked. I gave his hand a squeeze. He looked up at me. “They are putting you in for the Medal of Honor,” he stated. My eyes grew wide and my mouth hung open. The Medal of Honor? For what? I don’t in any way deserve that high of an honor. Or any honor.

“Why me?” I asked in disbelief. I was being put in for the Military's highest honor. In every branch, there aren’t many that receive this honor. I was terrified for some reason. I didn’t know how to act and or what to do. I came into this war as a translating secretary for Easy Company, and now somehow, I was receiving the Medal of Honor. I took a deep breath, staring forward at the wall. Just trying to take in all of the information. 

“The reason why you are receiving it is because you went into the Nazi filled building, being a Jewish American who speaks German for starters, as a spy. You showed up to be a translator and secretary. You weren’t even supposed to be on the line and or closer to changer than a minimal amount. Then here you were, volunteering to go into an environment that you know you could easily die and or get captured in. You were able to get so much intel with stealing copies of documents, listening to conversations and writing notes, taking pictures, we now have a huge upper hand that the Nazis don’t know about. You got caught, and even being beaten so bad, you didn’t give out our position. You nearly died while Doc was stitching you up. You had so much head trauma, blood loss, and your throat almost swollen shut. Though, I knew you knew that you could’ve died in the hands of that man or on that table, but you knew what you were sacrificing. You knew that no sacrifice was too great. That is why you are getting the Medal of Honor. Horton is showing up here along with one of the Generals, I just know that you’ll be getting the Medal the day we leave to get on the ships when the war is over. In front of everyone,” I gulped, looking at my lap. This was all happening so fast. Was the war being close to ending? I sighed, clutching my lover’s hand. I looked over at him.

“As long as I am with you, Captain Ronald Speirs, I don’t care where I go, what I do, and or what I get, as long as I have you in my life I’m content with life,” I answered. He leaned in and kissed me, tracking his hand up into my hair. I felt his amazing smile against my lips as I brought my hands to his face. I was speaking the truth, as long as I am with him, I was happy no matter what. I could care less if I got that Medal now or in twenty years, I have Ronald. That is way more important to me.

[friskebits]

re: the recent leaked thing, i want to say this just once to someone. as a jew, i'm so fucking sick of non-jews purposefully searching for and digging up dirt to shove in our faces, going "hey, this is not my place to talk about, but just know that 6-7 years ago your favorite creator hated you! you'd better hate them too now despite the fact that they're clearly not that person anymore!" at this point i'm just... fully apathetic. non-jews start talking about antisemitism and i tune out. i look around for a fuck to give, then shrug and move on. i hate when this sort of shit happens because it's lose-lose. even when the creators apologize, everyone is left feeling uncomfortable because this just wasn't fucking necessary. it was 7 fucking years ago. everyone is saying "but they still have to apologize" and i'm just like... why does it matter at this point? what will it change? how many times does someone have to grovel for forgiveness for something they already said they regret? they'll apologize, and the antis will go back to digging for something more, and no one is ever allowed to enjoy content ever again because we're always on our toes, waiting for someone to tell us "you have to hate this person because they used to be a dick, and no one is allowed to grow from past actions without groveling for eternity, and if you still follow them you're just as bad." this is why i hate antis in fandoms. they ruin things for no good reason and then they call themselves righteous. i wish they would fuck off. you aren't the noble fucking internet police, you're just assholes who love drama and want to ruin people's safe spaces that we worked so fucking hard for. i'm going to keep watching the people who bring me comfort. i'm tired. i don't care. i just don't fucking care.

That's completely understandable and you don't owe anyone anger, you're perfectly within your own right to stay apathetic and I personally completely agree with people bringing up stuff that only causes more harm. Again I'm so so fucking sorry you have to deal with this. Please feel free to just spam my asks with as many rants or vents as you need <3 (/srs) I promise there are a shit ton of people that completely agree with you, you're never truly alone in a situation like this. You can find comfort in whoever you want! <3333

(ps- if you didn't want a response public pls feel free to ask me to take it down! Ik how stressful these situations can be! <3 worry about yourself first, then others!)

[eros-vigilante]

talked to my awesome jewish paré about it so now i feel more confident talking abt the reason i made this post which is that something sad and interesting iv noticed is how most well written posts about antisemitism in lefist communities are by zionists.

the draw of zionism is a (false) promise of safety, that the zionists' understanding of Israel is a physical [ethnostate] Safe Space for all jews, that this is the only way they can be safe, because the outside world is too dangerous.

it's in-group/out-group rhetoric. and like most, it uses very real things (more real than most echo chambers you can probably think of). antisemitism is rampant, and bad, and a real threat to jewish people. zionism uses this danger and pain to suggest that jewish people can only be safe in an only-jewish space. and that the zionist government of israel are the only ones who really want to protect them, and the only ones who can.

so zionist jews likely find discussion of antisemitism reinforcing of this solidarity and insulation. even the goyim who claim to be good and progressive are antisemitic, so nobody is safe except other (zionist) jewish people.

if you are an antizionist goy, you should care about jewish people. you should care about jewish people anyway obviously, but i'm saying it can be antizionist action for goyim to go out of our way to be vocal about both palestine and jewish rights.

one day a while back someone i shared a server with messaged me to talk about zionism. they are jewish and grew up with zionist propaganda, and saw me talking about antizionism. they were willing to have this conversation with me because they "knew [im] not antisemitic"— because i occasionally send messages about current jewish holidays in the server. something as simple as looking up what jewish holidays are happening soon and saying chag sameach when they start made a jewish acquaintance feel safe talking to me about what the israel government->education taught them zionism was.

be nice to the jewish people who are confused by the difference between what they were taught and what people are saying. be nice to jewish people

reminder that while antizionism is not antisemitism being an activist does not make you immune to antisemetic rhetoric.

the recent rise of bigotry in the usa includes antisemitism and i think sometimes people forget how important it is to the structure of fascism. they're called neonazis for a reason.

be nice to your jewish friends.

[zogolophigon]

The Left has a problem with antisemetism, but denies it sooo hard it's maddening.

When I told someone I was Jewish, the FIRST thing they asked me was if I supported Israel. I'm a British jew, I don't owe you my political views on a country I've never been to just so you can decide if I'm one of the Good ones or the Bad ones.

When Dianne Abbot wrote that Jews don't experience discrimination like black people do in Britain so many people were outraged she was suspended from Labour for it. Like sure, I guess as long as you don't look Jewish, dress Jewish, act Jewish, have a Jewish name, and completely hide your identity then you won't be a target of Antisemetism. But that's not the goal!

The British Left have a massive blind spot for antisemetism, and it would be great if they could put in even a little bit of effort to make Jews in the community feel safe. At a drag show I went to, the host started the show by saying "Zionists not welcome" and that's INSANE TO ME but everyone else cheered. I want people to ask WHY is this the only conflict ever mentioned in queer spaces? But I know I am outnumbered as likely the only Jew in these spaces and I cannot ask that, even if I'm with my friends.

Israel exists, and to destroy Israel will bring the murder of millions of Jews. But I see stickers on lamp posts with the outline of Israel and Palestine labeled as just Palestine, and I fear that the people who put that there will cheer millions of murdered Jews, under the guise of Palestinian Liberation.

trump has dined with holocaust denier nick fuentes, jd vance is friends with holocaust denier charles johnson, majorie taylor greene believes jews were responsible for the murder of jesus. yet our very serious and unbiased media claims it's the left that has an antisemitism problem (opposing israeli genocide of palestinians)