I Am A Child Survivor of the Holocaust
[Editor's Note: tonight marks the beginning of Yom HaShoah, the commemoration of the Holocaust.]
I am a child survivor, and went through the destruction of a defenseless people by an enemy called Nazism.
Now, the blood of Israel flows in its streets. A second wave of Nazism breaks over us. And I hear phrases of blame like “cycles of violence,” “ending the occupation,” as if something we were doing, rather than our very existence were responsible for attacks against us.
I hear lies, distortions, self-serving versions of history. Occupation? Years ago when there was no occupation, what did they do? They murdered our athletes at the Olympics; they hijacked planes; they pushed a man in a wheelchair off a ship into the sea. What excuse will they use when there is no occupation again?
As a survivor of the Holocaust, I can no longer suppress my rage. I must express this rage without any restraint. Then I can go in peace.
The form that my rage takes is a question.
What would have happened had the Jewish people, as of V-E Day, behaved like the Palestinians?
The answer is bitterly obvious.
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