Die Trauung (Wedding) By M. D. Oppenheim. Oppenheim Was Born In Hanau, Germany And Painted Scenes Of

It is Oct. 7th. One year. A year since the worst massacre of Jews in a single day since the Holocaust and a year since I witnessed on my dash, in real time, people and blogs I enjoyed and respected actually celebrating this utter depravity and imagining this absolutely evil position gave them moral superiority. An entire year of the total dehumanisation of raped, brutalised, and kidnapped human beings. An entire year of atrocity denying, victim blaming justification of the actions of genocidal antisemitic terrorists. An entire year of hostages being held captive in Gaza being subject to unimaginable treatment, for nothing but the “crime” of daring to live.

An entire year of a repulsive and terrifying global explosion in antisemitic abuse and violence, of Jewish pain and grief being ridiculed, sneered at, and ignored. An entire year of the left loudly and proudly betraying every single ideal they supposedly stood for. An entire year of so-called progressives and human rights activists throwing Jews and Israelis under the bus and patting themselves on the back for it.

My Jewish and Israeli friends, I know today is a painful and traumatic day, as it has been a painful and traumatic year. I hold you all in my heart and my thoughts today and every day and I stand with you unreservedly and unapologetically. Your strength and resilience in the face of unspeakable cruelty, your deep love for those who have been lost and your endless hope for those still in captivity has been inspiring and humbling.

May the hostages return home safe to their families and may there be peace 💙💙🇮🇱🎗

Shana Tova! Happy 5785!

Portrait of Mary Victoria Leiter, the later Lady Curzon of Kedleston, Vicereine of India, 1887

Alexandre Cabanel

Feels so surreal that it’s October again. Last October was simultaneously just yesterday and several lifetimes ago. October used to be my favorite month, but now I’m starting to believe that it will never stop being October, and it fills me with a gnawing sense of dread.

MY violence will stop the cycle of violence

Everyone queue up this meme I made for next week

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What irks me so so much about the Pro Palestine movement and how it took place on my college campus was just how it... fizzled out.

In fall 2024, we've entered the new school year, and knock-on-wood, harassing Jews is not the go-to activism now.

Which I am elated about- we no longer have to hide the locations of events so stringently or keep our heads down in classes, fearing someone will catch us and know. And demand for us to answer for our supposed crimes.

But what stands out to me is that this activism only came from a place of anger they wanted to let out like a rabid animal. Teenagers and twenty-somethings wearing keffiyehs they bought from Amazon screamed about the evils of Zionism. They rattled their signs and beat their drums. They vandalized and attacked. There was nothing held back.

And you know what I never saw? I never saw a bake sale, or any sort of fundraising for Gazans. I never saw food drives for local refugees. There was nothing tangible. There was only a vehement rage for a cause they didn't seem to really care about.

Because they didn't care about the people suffering and dying- they just wanted an excuse to be angry at someone and that "someone" was Jews.

But they got their encampments with machine gun doodles and "glory to the resistance" on their posters. They got their yelling out and their pretty pictures they'll save for their children one day- "Look, Mommy was an activist!"

But you know what sustained me, just a bit? I tried to believe that my peers were in the end well intentioned. That they didn't mean to hurt us. That this was all an awful trick being played and that their goal at the end of the day was a more equal world and end to tangible suffering.

But now- their keffiyehs are abandoned and only taken out for a little progressive fashion statement, paired with pink go-go boots. They are so painfully apathetic, it hurts me.

And I think- I really think- the next time they'll pick up their picket signs again is when Jews get hurt, either in Israel or the diaspora. And they'll line up once more to cheer for it.

Today is the remembrance day for all the Jewish people of Crimea that were killed during WW2. According to the 1939 census, there were 65 452 Jewish people living in Crimea, among whom there were probably more than 7000 Krymchaks. Krymchaks are a separate ethnolinguistic community of the Jewish population, who speak the Crimean Tatar language and are one of the indigenous people of Crimea. Records state about 40 000 victims among Jews and Krymchaks during WW2. Researchers state that the Nazis killed about 80% of the Krymchaks from their pre-war number. The loss of the main part of the ethnic community had irreversible consequences. Among the exterminated were almost all representatives of the older age group - the keepers and bearers of traditions, language and culture.