In SEP
2003 troops representing the IAF gathered, together with some
survivors, and with support from the Polish government, on the
grounds of Auschwitz-Birkenau. Three F-15 jets are seen flying over
the very gate of infamy itself. This is Israel in our time, saluting
in sober memory, those who'd perished there.
Whoever
is however, fixated on 1933 and churning out ad infinitum/ad nauseum
the Holocaust images which keep everyone fixated there, generation
after generation – Jews and non-Jews, Germans, Poles, Israelis,
Americans alike – will NEVER grasp, never understand 2003. Nor
2013. And nor: 2017.
It is
in no disrespect or impiety on my part, but to break the static
pathos, when I say, NOT on the ashes of these was Israel built and
had withstood and won three wars, and in the face of blistering
attack, hostility from the world community, terrorism, still
maintains its strength as a democratic entity and as a national
identity in its region – but on the guts and on the sweat and on
the intellect and chutzpah of its founders and its own people –
then and now.
Now and
in the future. Don't look at those crematorium ruins, don't look at
those barracks. I was there, I walked and saw all of it, alone with
my own impressions, in 1992. A day later I was in Terezìn. I've
been in many. Look at those F-15 flyers, cruising over the notorious
gate with those chilling tracks leading in. Look at that statement
of triumph.
Then be
challenged, to lay down the truncheon of guilt, the card of
manipulation, the arrogance of self-righteous umbrage toward
generations who had not yet been born, let alone were perpetrators –
and toward those of that one generation, who had NOT been party to
those who would perpetrate this, did not feel themselves represented
by them, who had done what little or what much they could to defy if
not also resist, the (National)Socialist impulse to build this
program of genocide.
Look at
those jets and rejoice that there is a State whose continued
existence is proof that there will never again be a European
catastrophe the likes of this. As these three Israeli jets fly over
Auschwitz and those present in Israeli uniform sing "Ha-Tikva",
in Hebrew, sovereign and very much alive, there are two turning in
their graves, so to speak: Hitler, yes...and the Grand Mufti of
Jerusalem, Hosseini.
Then
look at the EU today and the German Republic's Stasi-Merkel.
Look at Barbara Spectre and
her Paideia, look at Stasi-Annette Kahane. The mass infiltration
into Germany especially by a German Chancellor, into Western EUrope
(Eastern will have none of it!) by a never-once-elected EU Parliament
of career suits, the very introduction by invitation onto European
soil of yearly increasing millions of unvetted persons culled from
the most Jew-hating and determinedly anti-Israeli community in the
world. "Right-extremists"? No. "White-aryan neonazis"? No
again. The Islamic Umma. Anti-Jewish, anti-German, anti-Israel, and
anti-European. All on Merkel's watch, all with her – and her
cartel of lackeys, partners and associates, and masters –
word-poor, inarticulate, posturing on her own Immigration-Crisis
with all of its collateral damage, and with all of its devastating
promise toward the indigent Europeans and toward the Jews who had
rebuilt their European presence and identity here since Auschwitz.
And
with that: Hitler may still turn in his grave (so to speak) – but
his trusted friend and associate in matters of "The Jewish
Question", Grand Mufti Husseini, who really does have a grave, may
rest in peace after all, considering Merkel's Plan and the
EU-Resettlement Plan. Look those up. And
then tell me "Never again!"...
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