God said to Abram, “I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all...
God said to Abram, “I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you.” (Genesis 12:2-3)
It must be said, and loudly. Antisemitism is a cancer on humanity that, unfortunately, will persist until the Messiah returns to set things right. Even so it must be repudiated with every thought, resisted with every muscle. The eradication of the Jewish people from the earth, much less Israel, is the objective of witless masses poisoned by people inflamed by Hell itself. Their reckless hate and conceit is a cesspool fed by the sanctimonious savagery of a dreadful yet futile objective: make God a liar; expunge from human history and memory His commands, His morals—and especially the people who represent them. Even worse, were they to achieve their terrible goal, they would fill the ensuing void with yet a another group, for that quality of hate is never satisfied—like Hell, the more it eats, the hungrier it gets. Rod Serling named such virluents ‘the gravediggers of history’—a task in which they seem to revel for hate’s sake, bankrupt of all reason. This we must repudiate and resist—not only because of what God promised Abram, but, if for no other reason than to prove we are not among the animals—or the dead.
“The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices to be found only in the minds of men. For the record, prejudices can kill and suspicion can destroy, and a thoughtless frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all its own for the children and the children yet unborn. And the pity of it is that these things cannot be confined to the Twilight Zone.” (from ‘The Monsters are Due on Maple Street’).
It must be said now, ‘lest history revisit its worst moments…
My two bits.
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