A fascinating article by a Canadian Jew…who suggests Jews ‘better wake up and smell the cordite…’ but it speaks to all those who condemn appeasement and intellectual acceptance of that evil which specifically wants to kill you. It won’t go away because you ignore it, or try to befriend it.
I write this as a Jew who is utterly mortified by the self-injurious imbecility I see escalating throughout the community to which I presumably belong. The propagation of foolish ideas, lunatic affiliations, and galloping myopia among an otherwise accomplished people has left me not only bewildered but also, it pains me to confess, resentful. With too few exceptions, the “peaceniks” march toward a calamity of their own devising; Jewish organizations naively succumb to the “charm offensives” of their deceptive adversaries; and the “intellectuals,” true to their class, are intoxicated with earnest inanities and clever-sounding verbiage. This is especially true of many Israeli academics who are in the forefront of “Israel Apartheid Week” hatefests and who, in the words of former chair of Hillel UK, Brenda Katten, “educate toward the demise of Israel.” Jews have to be smarter than that. For Jews do not enjoy the luxury of historical illiteracy or the tainted privilege of self-denial. They cannot, like Peter Schlemiel, lose their shadow, no matter how hard they work at it — as if one could indemnify oneself against oneself, as if, to quote Horace Kallen, one could change one’s grandfather. Ehrich Weisz, aka Harry Houdini, was a Jewish escape artist but even he, the Master, was taken off guard and could not evade the bitter dereliction that lay in store for him.
Let us make no mistake about this, the darkness is rising again. The “culture of hatred” that Robert Wistrich (whom Ruthie Blum Leibowitz interviewed recently for Pajamas) minutely anatomizes in A Lethal Obsession, a phenomenon, as he writes, “that has over centuries produced an almost unfathomable abyss of dehumanization of the Jews,” is growing increasingly pervasive in the modern world. What, then, can one say to a lineage of self-defectors and sand-eyed agonists, these Jewish dream merchants on the one hand and machers on the other, these airy Margolits or squalid Goldstones trading respectively in the coin of delirium or betrayal? Perhaps just one thing.
Time to wake up and smell the cordite.