Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Reality In the "Beautiful Atheist Socialist European Countries"

Headline:
“Sweden ever so quickly has gone from so-called anti-Zionism to open anti-Semitism”

"Annika Hernroth-Rothstein, a Swedish Jewish writer and political commentator, writes in The Jerusalem Post about how Sweden has become unlivable for Jews, so she is leaving for Israel permanently, Hold on, I’m coming home:

My friend tells me that Sweden ever so quickly has gone from so-called anti-Zionism to open anti-Semitism, and that no one seems to care.

“Don’t come back.”

That’s what he said to me; “Don’t come back here, you have no idea how bad it has become since you left.”

I went to Israel on July 23….

I arrived in Tel Aviv at 7 pm the next day and went directly to the beach to meet my friend Ruthie. The sun was setting in the sea as we ordered drinks and sat there, in silence. I heard booms in the distance, and I thought to myself that I have never felt safer than I do at this very moment. Because I was home; finally, I had arrived.

I get the call a few days later. That tension I always have from looking over my shoulder has started to release, I’m on the beach sipping coffee and reading some book I was sure to forget the minute I put it down. The voice on the other end is damp with resignation. My friend tells me that Sweden ever so quickly has gone from so-called anti-Zionism to open anti-Semitism, and that no one seems to care. Every day it gets worse, every minute the tone shifts and the shadows grow more ominous.

“Just don’t come back. It’s too late for me. You, you can still change your life for the better.”

Maybe that was when I decided, I don’t know. Maybe it was there, at the beach, or during that late night walk through Jerusalem with my friends after dinner, or when a beautiful man held my hand on the sun-drenched shores of Caesarea. Or maybe, just maybe, I had known all along.

I just can’t live like this any longer. I can’t accept that life consists of long periods of fear and despair, interrupted by the short bursts of happiness I get when I come back to Israel. I can’t raise my kids to hide who they are, I can’t usher them into a society that teaches them they are the other and that being less of who they are is the key to survival.

I just can’t, not anymore.

I got back to Sweden yesterday and something has changed, the shift is so tangible. Within me, yes, but also in the world around me. I take down my Israeli flag that I so proudly hung from my balcony. I’m told it is no longer safe, and I have to make a choice between being open and keeping my children safe. The Palestinian flag hanging from my neighbor’s window is still visible across the courtyard. I notice the injustice, but the outrage is replaced with sadness and fatigue.

I called this my home for 33 years. Yet, I realize now that it isn’t, and it never really was."
The ever-palpable hatred in the Left always falls on their designated "Oppressor Class". The use of the Palestinian animalistic terrorists for their designated "Victim Class" indicates the insanity which infects the entire Leftist population of the world. For a Jew to feel safer in Israel than in Sweden says volumes about Sweden.

1 comment:

Steven Satak said...

Any country that boasts a population made up of good solid Aryan stock is going to swing that way, eventually.

It's just part of their culture, apparently. Individuals can rise above it, but the rest just go along to get along.

Heil Sweden.