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בימינו אלה בחרו להם היהודים בשתי עבודות זרות אשר להן יקריבו את קרבנותיהם, הרי הם: הסוציאליזם והנציונליזם. את תורת הנציונליזם החדש אפשר להגדיר בקצור נמרץ: “נהיה ככל הגויים”. אין דורשים מיהודי אלא את ההרגשה הלאומית. השוקל את השקל והמזמר את “התקוה”, פטור מכל מצוות שבתורה.

ברור, כי שיטה זו נחשבת כעבודה זרה לפי דעת התורה. שתי עבודות זרות אלה הרעילו את המוחות ואת הלבבות של הנוער העברי, לכל אחת מטה ראשי של נביאי שקר, בצורת סופרים ונואמים, העושים את מלאכתם בשלימות.

קרה מעשה נסים: בשמים הרכיבו את שתי העבודות הזרות לאחת – נציונל-סוציאליזם, יצרו מהן מטה זעם איום, החובל ביהודים בכל קצוות ארץ. הטומאות להן סגדנו, הן החובלות בנו. “תיסרך רעתך” (ירמיה ב’, י”ט).

מקור: הרב אלחנן וסרמן, ס’ עקבתא דמשיחא פרק “הרועים”, עמ’ 35-36 (סעיף כ”א), הוצאת נצח (ב”ב תשמ”ט).

אגב, זכורני שהחזו”א ביקש מהרב משה שנפלד לתרגם ולהוציא לאור את ספר “עקבתא דמשיחא”.

Josephus, Antiquities of the Jews — Book XIII (Containing the Interval of 82 Years. From the death of Judas Maccabeus to the Death of Queen Alexandra), end of chapter 13 [bolding added]:

5. [An. 91.] As to Alexander, his own people were seditious against him. For at a festival which was then celebrated, when he stood upon the altar, and was going to sacrifice, the nation rose upon him, and pelted him with citrons. [Which they then had in their hands, because] the law of the Jews required, that at the feast of tabernacles every one should have branches of the palm tree and citron tree: which thing we have elsewhere related. They also reviled him, as derived from a captive, and so unworthy of his dignity, and of sacrificing. At this he was in a rage, and slew of them about six thousand. He also built a partition wall of wood round the altar; and the temple; as far as that partition; within which it was only lawful for the priests to enter. And by this means he obstructed the multitude from coming at him. He also maintained foreigners of Pisidiæ and Cilicia. For as to the Syrians, he was at war with them, and so made no use of them. He also overcame the Arabians; such as the Moabites, and Gileadites, and made them bring tribute. Moreover he demolished Amathus: while Theodorus durst not fight with him. But as he had joined battel with Obedas, King of the Arabians, and fell into an ambush, in places that were rugged and difficult to be travelled over, he was thrown down into a deep valley, by the multitude of the camels, at Gadara, a village of Gilead, and hardly escaped with his life. From thence he fled to Jerusalem. Where, besides his other ill success, the nation insulted him, and he fought against them for six years, and slew no fewer than fifty thousand of them. And when he desired that they would desist from their ill will to him, they hated him so much the more, on account of what had already happened. And when he had asked them what he ought to do? They all cryed out, that “he ought to kill himself.” They also sent to Demetrius Eucerus, and desired him to make a league of mutual defence with them.

Disclaimer: Nothing in the above is intended in any seasonable, practical manner, of course.

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Excerpts from “WHILE WE STILL CAN” by Yael Zoldan:

On the rare occasions when my grandmother spoke of Europe before the war, I listened with the mounting dread of someone watching a horror movie. The tension was terrible. Underneath the singsong sound of her accented words, I could hear my own shallow breathing and feel the small hairs on my neck rising. Strains of eerie music were ramping up in my ears. My stomach clenched and twisted. My heart beat madly in my chest. I needed her to go on, and I wished that she would stop.

Because I knew the ending. The shattered glass, the cattle cars, Arbeit Macht Frei on the twisted metal gates. I knew what she didn’t know then, and it terrified me.

I wanted to go back in time to help her. I wanted to shake her. I wanted to shock her, to shock all of them out of their complacency. I wanted to scream, Don’t stay in Europe! Don’t you know what’s going to happen?! Get out while you can!

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These days, in a different America, I look around at libraries and parks, peaceful places that have been turned into sites of mass protests by raging, screaming, hate-filled people. I don’t know these people. But they seem to know me. They know me and they hate me. They hate you, too.

These are college students. Professors. Deans and businessmen. Newscasters, reporters, senators. I look at these people, the best and the brightest our country has to offer, and I can’t decide if they’re crazy. Or if we are.

Just yesterday — or last week? Last month? — these normal-looking people stood before us in line at the store, exchanging murmured “Good mornings,” commenting on the weather and the price of milk. Today they gather in seething masses, protesting our right to be alive. Such an old hatred on their bright young faces, twisting their features into diabolical masks.

“Kill the Jews!” they chant. “Gas the Jews!” Their eyes shine with the seductive hatred that is ancient and knows no reason. “Hitler should have finished you off!” they shout hoarsely.

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(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 868)

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Ever heard the expression “Time to wake up and face the music”?