Joden boos op "man bijt hond"

If this was made by a Jew then most complainers would think it is kinda funny, not hilarious but just student-like cute. The whole discussion shows how exorbitantly some Jews react and how open (or easy) the media are to those complainers that claim (or are said) to speak for all Jews.

Morons I have to live with

“I don’t trust Jews.” It has been a long time since I heard something like that about me and it really felt strange to hear it again yesterday. It gave me an uneasy feeling as I didn’t really know how to react to it. My first inner reaction was one of anger. Later I realized it tells more about the guy who said it then about me. It made me sad the rest of the day and I still haven't figured out how or if to deal with him in the future.

Vice Presidential Candidate of the USA Nazi Party dies in car accident

It is with great sorrow and regret that I report to you on the passing of the East Coast Director and Vice Presidential Candidate of the USA National Socialist Movement, Col. "Wild Bill" Hoff on Dec. 8th, 2006 at the age of 71.


Nebbish.

Holocaust survivors, second generation (12)

Contemplating now, I consider the following as the awakening of my mistrust when it comes to hidden anti-Semitism.

I must have been 9 years old.

A nanny of whom my parents were really content looked after us, my little brother and me. Once when I wanted to kiss her, just as a little boy expresses his affection for an aunt, she repelled scornfully saying: “Bah, I don’t want no jodenlijm to my face”.

Jodenlijm: literally translated means “Jew glue” and is Dutch derogatory slang for “spittle”.

I never mentioned this to my parents. I felt something between shame and the need to shield them; I didn’t want to hurt their feelings. I did see this incident for a long time as example of the hypocrisy of the people around us; friendly to our faces but behind our back contemptuously referring to us as “those Jews”.

What did upset me the most though, was not the anti-Semitism, that I had experienced already enough (verbally and physically) at school and in the street. I couldn’t understand that my parents were blind to the fact that they had taken someone “like that” in our house...

It just did not feel safe anymore.

To the next post in the "second generation" sequence.

Trigger-happy “anti-Semite” bawlers

... are not familiar with any form of introspection and have a polarised and shameless reflex to label any form of criticism on Jews and/or Israel as anti-Semitism or self-hate.

Jewish conspiracy

Reading this brainsick bozo cheered me up a bit. I seem to be very important.

Holocaust survivors, the second generation (1)

My mother...

Chicken soup on Friday night and feeling Jewish mostly because of the deep sorrow we had to carry... not very inspiring. My mother (may she rest in peace) suffered from KZ syndrome as Bergen-Belsen survivor. I was named after her father, who was murdered in front of my mother's eyes, a few months before liberation. I remember her lying on the ground, foaming... I must have been three years old.

I grew up in the sixties in a little town and vividly remember the anti-Semitic aggression I encountered. Whenever I was confronted with anti-Semitism - in my recollection almost weekly - it felt like “they” were attacking my mother and by fighting “them” I felt like defending her. I remember my anger just because of the fact that I wasn’t born earlier so I could have protected my mother.

Sorrow and pain, a lot of pain… that’s how I remember my youth. I must have had nice moments too, but looking back they seem to be covered by a blanket of dark memories.

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