New Pinned Post: How This Blog Approaches The Conflict
I am not normally a politically-focused blog. I am normally a personal blog that enjoys fandom and occasionally processes my own past trauma. As this war goes on, I am finding that it is against my personal ethics and morals to stay silent when I have the ability to educate and remain more patient than most. (My patience is not endless. Iโm still human). So, while disinformation/misinformation, and propaganda abound on all sides. I feel like the best way I can help lower the temperature is to put my skills to use.
Primary Political Goals:
1. Emphasize humanity above all and use verifiable information and good faith education and discourse to reduce tension.
2. Do my absolute best to move the conversation away from polarizing, accusatory discourse that forces Jews, Muslims, Arabs, Israelis, and Palestinians to play a desperate game of defense and toward a shared mutually beneficial peace that honors each grouped indigeneity culture, and connection to their ancestral homeland.
3. Demonstrate and emphasize both Jewish-Muslim solidarity and Israeli-Palestinian solidarity.
Primary Blogging Goals:
As a diaspora Jew, my primary goal is threefold
1. Educate about antisemitism and Islamophobiaโincluding calling it out and explaining it to the best of my ability.
2. Elevate responsible, verifiable voicesโregardless of religion or nationalityโand information to the best of my ability.
3. Demonstrate effective activism and provide insight and encouragement for other to find their most effective way to contribute to fostering peace.
Elaboration:
1. I have the most experience with an understanding of antisemitism. I am more of an expert in antisemitism and have more ability to identify and educate about it. That said: I will not tolerate any Islamophobia or racism and if I donโt have the ability to educate about it, you will be blocked. If I have the ability to educate about it, I will do so and give you the chance to read about it and adjust your behavior. If you do not do so, I will block you.
2. This does not mean equal representation of all nationalities and religions. It means the best informed and most reliable voices AND the voices I personally have the best ability to vet, verify, and substantiate. This will often mean Jewish voices and Israeli voices. This is me staying in my lane, not choosing to suppress any voice. I will not elevate purposefully divisive, tokenized, or uninformed voices. This does not mean that I wonโt elevate Palestinian, Muslim, and Arab voices as well. I will. But my primary goal here is responsibility. To do that, I have to stay in my lane.
3. I am most effective as an educator on this matter, a guide to finding reliable peace-oriented voices, and an example of patience. Thereโs a great desire among many to protest or create videos detailing their opinions and stances. Not only is this primarily performativeโespecially among non-Muslim/non-Palestinian goyimโit has the potential to be extraordinarily damaging to Jews both in Israel and in Diaspora as well as to Arabs, Muslims, Palestinians, and South East Asians worldwide. If you truly desire to help and not just feel like youโre helping, the best thing you can do is follow the lead of much more experienced activists with a demonstrated track record of effectiveness and good faith in their areas of expertise. As I stated: mine is primarily education and greater than average (though not limitless) amounts of patience. If you want to donate money or engage in more direct action and aid, I suggest finding pro-Palestinian Israeli voices and peace oriented Muslim, Arab, and Palestinian voices as well as organizations with experience in this conflict that do not rely on eliminating any population or erasing anyoneโs connection to the Levant. Follow their lead on that matter. If you are only just engaging in this conflict for the first time due to current events, you likely do not know nearly as much as you think you do about any of this. Being uninformed and spouting disinformation has actual dire consequences that can get Jews, Muslims, Palestinians, Israelis, and Arabs killed. It is vital that youโre responsible in your engagement on this matter. Learning dogwhistles and how to spot bad faith arguments is a must. And to be effective, you should spend more of your time learning than youโre doing protesting or arguing. This is a 2000+ year old conflict. There is a lot to know and understand. And there are a lot of people willing to prey on your newcomer status and manipulate your existing beliefs to use you as a pawn to further their bad faith aims. The only consistent, trustworthy principal is to trust those who repeatedly affirm their goal as peace and shared prosperity and who reject any form of demonization based on ethnicity or religion. This is not a game. This is not the westโs fight. This is a conflict between two horribly oppressed, traumatized, and nearly exterminated ethnoreligous groups.
I am begging you to think, listen, and learn before joining the fray.
Note: I also donโt claim to be perfect. If I mess up or reblog something that causes unintended harm (which is very easy to do when engaging in discussions and activism about this conflict), I will say so and issue a correction. Thereโs no need to be hostile in informing me about this. Just message with your concern and Iโll evaluate from there.
Additionally, I will not interact with Hamas apologists. Hamas is a terrorist organization.
Anyone trying to make me feel like this is an Us vs. Them situation will be blocked.
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I don't know what this is in reference to, and I can't ask OP because they're deactivated. But this reminds me of the multiple sets of ancient human remains found like this and gives me many feelings about the continuity of humanity and the endurance of love.
Rare double burials discovered at one of the largest Neolithic burial sites in Europe.
The couple was probably buried during the Northern Wei period, when Buddhism was taking hold in the region
Plus many more not mentioned. Many people don't know this about me, but I was low key cheated out of getting a degree in anthropology. I was obsessed with forensic anthropology in school and archaeology more broadly my whole life. I didn't really have any desire to research in the American Southwest though. I was more interested in exploring Europe or more distant places. My local universities were some of the best and most widely regarded in the fields of archaeology or anthropology, and when I toured the departments I was told "Nobody really studies Europe or the Middle East anymore. They've found everything there is to find. All the good work is going on in Latin America." Nothing against the very cool and fascinating stuff going on there. But my fascination has always been with Eurasia on a personal level. And, as someone from the American Southwest, if I was gonna being digs for 90% of my life, I didn't want to do them in a place where it gets to be over 120 degrees lol. It took the wind out of my sails and I went with a different choice of major. Because why would I doubt the literal experts in this field from a major research university????
Reader, this was a lie.
2 years after I started college, they found Richard III in the Lancaster car park. I was devastated. Stoked beyond belief, but also devastated. Could I have switched majors? Yes. But I'd already almost finished my degree (graduated in three years, not four). And clearly the schools in my area weren't equipped to help me work where i wanted to work. I was on scholarship and debt-free because of those scholarships in my university. I couldn't afford to go internationally to study with people who were doing that kind of work. Shout out to the Staffordshire hoard as well.
While, this happened the year I started university, the After the Plague project wasn't something I learned about until a year or so after Richard III. I would have loved to work on this. It was basically my dream project.
I also looked into possibly getting a second degree via the University of Sheffield, but I couldn't afford it. But their work is SO FUCKING COOL. They shut down their standalone department of archaeology, they still offer post grad programs for anyone in a position or disposition to pursue such things.
The idea that people actually get to work on things like the Scremby Anglo-Saxon Cemetary Project is legitimately mindblowing to me. More than any other project I've listed here, this one is the most fascinating to me. I year to know as much as I can about post-Roman and Anglo-Saxon-era Britain and its people.
Speaking of which, don't even get me started on the Trumpington Cross Girl!!!
ANYWAY, all this to say: I am deeply fascinated by the people who made up our collective past. I am deeply invested in this era of archaeology or anthropology in which we currently find ourselves, that is devoted to finding out as much as we can about the average humans and giving them legacies they may have been robbed of by time. I think it's amazing to deal with hoards of ancient gold or long-dead kings and nobles. But what really fascinates me are the ones who don't make history books. The every day human beings who lived and worked and built the world we now live in with their bare hands. To me, it truly is like entering the world of Wizard of Oz in Technicolor after experiencing history in black and white.
You can read all you want about various kings and the battles they led, won, or lost. You can read death tolls from plagues. You can read narratives of vicious punishments from ancient dictators or accounts of famine.
But to study their bones gives us a small way to do magic and live alongside these people through time.
The osteobiographies from Cambridge truly craft a world. Yes, The Plague killed between 1/3 and 2/3 of Europe. You may even be able to find local stats for a town and know that 60% of its population died from the plague.
That is fundamentally different from the gift that forensic anthropology and osteobiographies give us.
Lets just use After The Plague as an example. You've heard of the black death. You've heard of Vikings and Northern invaders. You know that Cambridge has been a university town for centuries.
But now, through bones, we can walk through medieval Cambridge together. It was a large town for the time, but a smaller town for us.
Imagine you volunteer to help care for the sick at a local hospital. You meet a farm worker carrying on the work alone after his mother Margery passed. She lived a good long while and couldn't be stopped until she keeled over. Broken ribs and a work-mangled spine couldn't stop her. One must imagine that her fortitude left an impression on those who knew her. Still, she was lucky to pass away without being struck down by the Black Death and watching the community that she worked so hard to serve fall one by one. Or maybe you come at a different time and meet a woman named Anne, who tells you of her life growing up in Cambridge, where she has always lived. Her childhood had some hard times--periods of famine or violence--but ultimately what she'd consider normal. She's luckier than many she knows, as she's lived a long time. She never contracted the plague. While she was a townsperson, she may have been wary of the university attendees, who made up about half the town. There was often violence between the townsfolk and the people at the university. She tells you of an incident she witnessed in which a rebel army killed 16 townsmen or the time town aristocrats gathered to massacre the local Jewish population, to whom they owed money. She saw it all, living only a few hundred meters away at the time. She walks with a limp now, sometimes hissing in pain with each step or needing frequent breaks. She complains of pain in her back and knee and hip, but also struggles to maintain a grip on her cane due to her stiff wrist. Some people in town call her accident-prone, but others whisper that her husband abuses her. You ask her if she has a husband or children to help her, but she will not tell you. Perhaps she has always been alone, or perhaps she cannot bring herself to recount how many loved ones she's outlived.
She does tell you about someone she met once, named Christiana. She remembers Christiana, not just because she was an outsider. As a university town, Cambridge would have been no stranger to outsiders. But while it was common for young men to come study, she couldn't recall too many young women visiting. Perhaps she was a servant or the wife of someone visiting. Perhaps Christiana had relatives in town. Anne didn't speak to her much, as her accent was unfamiliar and difficult to understand. But Anne remembered she seemed strong and healthy--tall with good teeth--someone who didn't grow up with the same hardships as Anne. Anne doesn't recall meeting any of Christiana's relatives, but she remembers being shocked when the young woman who seemed so vibrant died suddenly. Now, Christiana lies buried in a grave in what is, to her, foreign soil--so far from anyone who may have known or loved her. It may be some small solace to Anne, who hobbles back to her sickbed, that Christiana will not be alone in that soil much longer. Anne is older and in poor health now, and knows she will be buried in the same earth as the mysterious young woman from so far away.
Or maybe you come a few years later still, and you meet a man named Wat. Much older now, he recalls his parents mentioning someone named Anne, but that is all distant history to him. While naturally short and stocky, his small stature is not the result of any childhood malnutrition. He tells you that, well into his 50s, most people considered him quite spry for his age. He was among the luckiest townsfolk, growing up without any fear of starvation or any expectation of heavy physical labor. You find this shocking as you sit across from this frail old man. You try to get him to eat, but he complains that the pain in his mouth is too severe to chew anymore. As you converse, he wavers between acceptance of his inevitable death and anger at his weakened state. He explains that he knows he is lucky to have lived as long as he has. Under normal circumstances, most cannot make such a claim. But his circumstances are far from normal. He watch the death of almost everyone he ever loved when The Black Death came to town, then a few years later some other epidemic claimed yet more lives. Yet the illnesses never touched him. Later still, there was a peasant's revolt and violence in the streets. Many even attacked the University or the monastery responsible for running this very hospital. Imagine his surprise and gratitude at seeing his beloved town rebuild itself--with the university expanding and repopulating. He was sure he saw death itself stalk through the streets, and it is no small miracle that life bloomed again. Imagine his relief that the hospital remained to house and care for him at the end of his life.
However, he cannot help but rage at the solemn, lonely end he faces. He grew up with such privilege and parents who gave him more than most at the time ever could. He survived when nearly everyone else he'd known in his youth perished from illness or violence. He avoided injury at work and learned to rely only on himself. He was loathe to accept charity, but he had no choice. His weakness and fragility seemed to progress rapidly over the past ten years, and now he lies in his sickbed and speaks to you with a bandaged head and wrist after a recent fall. Once so vital, he now lies confined to his mattress and does not expect to get out of bed again.
All of these people and so, so many more were buried in a hospital cemetery in their own graves.
Imagine now how much we can learn about the people buried as a duo in the earlier links I shared. Imagine what their bones and positions tell us about how these people loved one another, and the personalities and experiences they brought to their relationships. Was their love so strong that those who buried them made sure to bury them in a way that reflected that? Did they simply die where they fell, and seek comfort one last time in one another's embrace? Was there anger or comfort for either of them in their final moments, knowing that they had a beloved person with them? Who did these people leave behind? What social order or war or famine or political landscape created a world that resulted in them being entombed together? What did they survive together and separately to end up where they finally rested? How would they feel about us trying to reconstruct their story?
When I see bones like this, I don't see death. I see the period at the end of the novel about a life lived--a novel we have to read backward in order to uncover the whole story.
The takes get softer, the platforms get bigger, and the bravery is announced in advance like a tour date.
Robby Hoffman says antisemitism isnโt the worst thing. In a surprise to absolutely no one, she co-stars on Hacks with Hannah Einbinder, Hollywoodโs loudest anti-Israel Jew. Maybe attacking and distancing yourself from your own people is just what that set does for applause now. Itโs becoming a genre.
Since October 7th, โnot the worst thingโ looked like this: Matilda, a little girl shot dead at a Hanukkah celebration on the beach. Yaron and Sarah, shot in the back leaving a Jewish museum. Heโd just bought the ring. Melvin and Adrian, killed outside their synagogue on Yom Kippur. Karen Diamond, 82, set on fire at a walk for the hostages. She died of her burns.
They werenโt offended. They were murdered.
My grandparents survived the Farhud in Baghdad, 1941. Two days, their neighbors, the streets full of Jewish dead.
Every massacre in our history started the same wayโ with someone influential shrugging.
Antisemitism is bad. Thatโs the whole sentence.
I think he deserves to be angrier, actually. weโre watching this explode in every corner of society, to the point where people are terrified to let strangers know theyโre Jewish, to the point where Jews merely existing in public places or at events causes people to cause massive uproars, hurl slurs at them, and accost them. even if this didnโt come with a death toll - and it does - the hate crimes and harassment that precede murders (we know this historically) would be cause for concern. the arrogant, callous reaction that itโs not a big deal is exactly why itโs becoming normalized. everyone engaging in it knows they can get away with it.
Person who has read a book and maybe taken a college course or listened to a podcast episode: oh yeah Iโm a real History buff I know everything about this field
Person who focused on it in undergrad: yea Iโm a bit of an expert on that field; it was my major
Person who has done at least some graduate level work on the topic: yeah I specialize in [subsubfield]
Person with over a decade of focused study on the topic, at least partially in an academic setting: here is an in-depth powerpoint highlighting everything I donโt know about my field with footnotes and a bibliographic essay
So Iโm going to push back on that. Having ancestors and relatives who lived through those times doesnโt make you an expert on those times; it makes you a recipient of memory from within your in-group.
I am a Holocaust historian, I am Jewish, and Iโm part of the 3G survivor community. Judaism is fascinating in terms of memory construction, because our history is deeply intertwined with our liturgy and observance. This leads to many Jewish individuals considering themselves experts on Jewish history, when actually theyโre conversant in a very specific, highly curated version of Jewish memory.
As a Holocaust historian, this becomes more acute because people with survivor grandparents assume that having those bonds and receiving their relationsโ memories makes them well-versed in those histories. No, it makes them well versed in receiving their grandparentโs memories.
And thatโs fine. Thatโs important. But memories arenโt the same as history. And when we receive our descendantsโ personal histories, we are receiving their MEMORIES, shaped inevitably by lack of context, time, and trauma. Or to put it differently, we are receiving their primary source documents.
And thatโs important. We need primary sources; without primary sources we would be literally unable to practice history. BUT, the practice of history requires that we interrogate primary sources within all aspects of their context, not accept them at face value.
This can became really messy when you study the history of your own minority identity group. In those circumstances, the experiences of y/our ancestors become a mythology that a large portion of y/our group accepts as fact. But then, when put under the scrutiny of critical historical interrogation, a lot of those agreed upon truths can be exposed as myth, and not fact. And thatโs when y/our identity group turns on you.
As a Jew who studies Modern Jewish and Holocaust history, and a 3G Jew who received her grandmotherโs memories of growing up in interwar Poland and fleeing from said state in 1939, I have experienced all aspects of this, and itโs weird and frustrating and fascinating. I recommend Zakhor Yosef Hayim Yerushalmi for a deep dive on this.
Every story has context, every person creates their own narrative of the events that have happened to them. I love asking family members to tell their version of a story that has not been told and retold by their/our family, because you get disagreement! Itโs a beautiful thing to see first-hand how people can experience something and have a different takeaway.
There are parts of my book where the primary sources contain mutually contradictory versions of events. I handled it by including on-page footnotes explaining the various versions of the story in the sources, and the reason I am presenting the selected one.
A notorious example of this are the multiple versions of Tosia Altmanโs death. The parts everyone can agree on:
-the attic of the celluloid factory where Tosia may or may not have been hiding in caught fire, potentially because someone didnโt dispose of a cigarette correctly, or because Tosia was heating ointment to treat the wounds sheโd received in the fall of Mila 18 and the fire got out of control
-she jumped from the attic
-the Gestapo showed up and cleared the scene
-she was dead
Thatโs where the similarities end. Some say she was already dying from smoke inhalation when she jumped. Others say she was gravely injured and close to death on account of burns, wounds sustained in the fighting, and injuries from the jump. Some say she died immediately after the jump. Some say that she was alive after the jump, and then arrested by the Gestapo, and taken to the hospital where she was either: interrogated and denied medical care until she succumbed to her wounds, or tortured to death.
I presented the version of events which seems most likely based on writer and proximity, and explained that in the footnote. Weโll still never know for sure. And itโs that questioning and those determinations and contradictions that make history such a fascinating field.
I've seen this in less fraught circumstances for small-scale real-world events. A disagreement about what year a decades-old daycare story happened. A misprint of a wedding memento. Cases where different people were in different rooms or paying attention to different things or or or or...
Scary and otherwise difficult events fuck with memory in various ways (which can include making it stronger or weirdly focused). I suspect a lot of first-hand experiences of historically-meaningful events were part of a scary and difficult week for the experiencer. So that's an additional layer of complexity.
Let's say that some kid interviews me about my experience of 9/11, or I give an oral history about it.
Here's what my response would sound like: "I was in my seventh grade French class. We were learning how to count, when the phone rang. It was the front office saying that my mom was there to pick me up. I was excited because we hadn't talked about an early pickup. As I gathered my things, Steven B. said 'a lot of people are being picked up early today.' When I got to the front office my mom looked upset, and the office staff looked like they were trying not to look upset. In the car, she told me that two airplanes crashed into the WTC towers. I pictured two small, single-engine planes, and didn't quite get it. At home, I went up to my room and played with my dollhouse. It was all anyone really talked about for the next few months, but it took me years before I was able to fully grasp the events. In college I interned with the 9/11 Museum in Manhattan, and that experience overrode a lot of my ability to recall what I thought and felt in the months following 9/11/01."
That "testimony" is quasi-useless if you don't take into account such issues as age, maturity, parenting, and the impact of time/memory on recall. Now when I try to remember the actual day of, or week of, or month of, all I remember is what I wrote above, and a discussion in English class about how it looked like that scene from Independence Day, all interspersed with imagery of "jumpers," which I only encountered when I was 19; nearly a decade AFTER the events took place.
Just a long-winded way of supporting your argument.
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As of today, I am opening emergency commissions due to the severe situation we are experiencing in Venezuela following the earthquake. The damage to my home and my family's homes, combined with the unemployment left in the wake of this tragedy, has caused serious financial struggles. I would deeply appreciate any kind of support, whether it's sharing this post for visibility or, if you like my work, placing an order.
Emotionally, these past few weeks have been chaotic. Fortunately, my house didn't collapse, but it has several minor cracks that had me incredibly nervous at the time. I spent days unable to sleep out of fear, and even now, I still have brief moments where I hallucinate that the ground is shaking even when everything is calm. Little by little, Iโm trying to pull myself back together, keeping myself distracted and talking to friends so I don't let myself get dragged down by the panic.
I ask you from the bottom of my heart not to ignore or look past this entire situation. The earthquake has left many people homeless, jobless, and unfortunately, without their lives. There are many dead and missing people. To make matters worse, the government has done nothing to help; on the contrary, it has been the citizens themselves who have worked to spread information, collect supplies, and search through the rubble for those affected. Meanwhile, the authorities have only put up obstacles and robbed people, even going as far as looting damaged homes, taking everything from refrigerators to TVs, and even stealing money. They have absolutely no respect. Furthermore, the regime has diverted a large portion of the humanitarian aid to use it for propaganda campaigns and paint themselves as saviors. Because of this, I encourage you to look deeper into the situation and be very careful about where you donate, as there are scammers and government-controlled accounts meant to divert funds. For those who want to support safely and legitimately, I am sharing the link of a trustworthy Venezuelan streamer: Link goes here
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Just because I'm extremely cautious about what I do and do not share on this site w/r/t charity and causes, that doesn't mean I am against mutual aid. I love mutual aid! I love supporting independent artists! I'm also quite familiar with the regime in Venezuela, and I understand how intense life must be right now.
Time to practice what we preach, Tumblr. Support mutual aid, independent artists, and international disaster relief. I don't share stuff like this often, and I have no intention of becoming a blog that just starts sharing random, unverified pleas for money. As much as I want to help people, I have significant trauma from being scammed. When I share stuff, it's because I truly, truly trust it. Please, give where you can or share if you can't give.
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big fan of the four-year-old on this flight who yelled "THEY ARE BRINGING COMPLEMENTARY BEVERAGES" when the flight attendants came down with the drinks cart
I am enjoying writing this stuff, so I don't plan on stopping. It's a nice break from Real Life Nonsense, both personal and global.
For anyone actively engaging in or casually enjoying my rap/Emninem posts, please vote!
My next post is gonna be about a broad overview of artists to love, hate, or contemplate outside of Eminem--both modern and historical (Let's call it Rap 102: A Non-Em Overview).
What do you want after that?
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Eminem Studies 102: Let's Talk About Diss Tracks, Baby
Rap 103: Reactors to Learn From and Through
Starting a series where each post focuses on a specific song
Please. Stop posting about rap (No. :) )
I don't care. Do what you want. None of this interests me.
"Who authorized you to speak on behalf of the children of Gaza? Nobody did."
If I could choose a video that every antizionist would be obligated to watch before they opened their mouth, it would be this one.
"Who authorized you to speak on behalf of [the children of] Gaza? Nobody did. [You're] self proclaimed, just like Mahmoud Abbas, just like Yasser Arafat, just like all the Palestinians who have been feeding on the pain of the Palestinian children. You are a parasite, a bottom-feeder - this is what you are. So before you speak against the prime minister of a democracy and accuse him of being a terrorist, you need to look at yourself in the mirror. You have been supporting Hamas, and it's recorded against you for eternity. So don't play the game now that your fight is for the children in Gaza. This is not your fight. You know who's fighting for the children of Gaza? The IDF, that is kilking Hamas, that is uprooting Hamas so the children of Gaza can have their freedom after 36 years of slavery. Those are the ones who qualify to speak on the topic: not you, sitting [in] your comfort, and you want to have an opinion about it? This is the problem that we are dealing with - scumbags like this."
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being extremely out of the loop especially regarding social media trends and discourse means you often end up learning things only after they've been turned into memes like ten times removed from the original context. for example the first time I ever read the term "girl dinner" it was on a gif of the T-Rex from Jurassic Park eating people so you can imagine the confusion when some time later I stumbled upon posts where people were hating on it and calling it gender essentialist
I think the insult of "Jewish supremacist" is particular insidious considering Jews have living memory of being called sub-human, untermenschen in the Holocaust, as compared to the "superior" Aryan race. Not to mention how Jews are still called sub-human, dogs, pigs.
To say that Jews have "Jewish superiority" flies in the face of our generational trauma, of us being told in our lives that we are on the flip side of that coin. It is well and truly disgusting to say that we are claiming the exact thing used against us for so long.
And it is just another side of the coin. Whether people hate us because they think we're sub-human or they think we believe ourselves to be superhuman, they never see us as human.
Funniest thing in the world to me (and by funny i mean exhausting) is people whose reaction to the textual pesach and purim story is that the jews were the ones commiting genocide. No, fighting back against persians who wanted to kill jews was not genocide. No, egyptians dying to literal acts of god was not genocide.
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I swear to Go-d this will be explained as some sort of prison sentence or community service action for the crime of ... *checks notes*... living in Israel.
I also do love the part where they explicitly say Jews. Not Israelis, just Jews.
