m.conway

I never imagined in my wildest dreams that the very existence of Israel—a tiny nation born from the ashes of the Holocaust, forged in the ancient homeland of the Jewish people after centuries of exile and persecution—would be so viciously maligned, so obsessively singled out for condemnation while the world shrugs at far greater horrors elsewhere. My heart aches with a profound sadness and disbelief as I watch protests, slogans, and headlines that don’t just critique policies but deny the right of Jews to have a safe refuge at all, as if this one democracy in the Middle East is the root of all evil. Why is no other country’s existence questioned like this? Not Pakistan, carved out of partition with its own waves of violence; not Jordan or Saudi Arabia, built on conquest and tribal lines; not the countless nations shaped by war, colonialism, or revolution whose borders we accept without a second thought. It feels like a cruel double standard, a selective rage that leaves me questioning humanity’s capacity for fairness, and wondering how a people who have endured so much must now defend their mere right to exist amid such relentless, singular fury. Thank you for our brave allies. The rest of you are just 1930s Berliners. History will not be kind to you.