The cunt who thought she was being cute by making those yellow Stars of David with the words “not vaccinated” on them, to sell for 5 bucks to other bigoted morons, got me thinking. My Jewish parents did not live in Europe at the time of the WWII genocide, they lived in Cairo, Egypt. They did not feel the negative impact of that war directly; and they did not have to wear those yellow stars.
Throughout
the war, Egypt was under British control, and Cairo, where my parents lived, was spared.
But had the war not changed course when it did; Rommel, who was on the
outskirts of Cairo, would have invaded; and my parents and their families (which
at the time consisted of numerous tight members) would most likely have been taken,
maybe even to a new camp, and would have been forced to wear those stars. My parents
were lucky; and the dissolution of their family through coerced immigration, the “police interrogation” of my
father for mistaken identity, and the confiscation of all their wealth would come
only later at the hands of, not a German authoritarian, but an Arab one, Gamal
Abdel Nasser.
So the Nashville Cunt got me thinking. Until after WWII, when Israel was created, Arabs and Jews lived side by side peacefully. In fact, it took decades for my father to call Israel by that name; most of my life, he referred to it as Palestine. Imagine if there had been no yellow Stars of David. Imagine if the Brits and the Americans, and all the other European countries had not turned away their Jews, and more pointedly, had not handed them over so willingly to the Nazis. Imagine if the Brits, through guilt, had not carved up (well, carved up more of - but that’s another story) the Middle East and given that land, which got called Israel, to those displaced walking dead. Imagine if Palestine had evolved in a natural way into a state with both Jews and Arabs living side by side; just as Egypt had been when my parents lived there, and just how all the other Arab countries were before that war. Imagine….
So... that cunt’s actions got me thinking of all this. And of how different this world would be; and how
different my life and that of my family, broken into pieces through trauma
because of people just like her, would also be.
