Against the Nothingness of Non-Distinction

 Against the Nothingness of Non-Distinction

American Thinker has published a
moving and powerful piece entitled “Against
Nothingness
,” by the indispensable Anne Lieberman (author of
Two Jews” and “Six Days Remembered”). Here is how it
starts:

In Jewish tradition, rabbis try to
discourage those who seek adoption as converts; they're supposed to be turned
away either three or four times, I forget which. In my case, it took a total of four rabbis and at least
ten years to adopt — and be adopted by — the Jewish people. Most of the
rabbis tried to discourage me by pointing out the dangers inherent in being a
Jew. I was told that my decision, should it be carried out, could put
not only me but my family at grave risk.
I accepted that risk even though I
didn't — I couldn't — yet fully understand it.

It was not until some years later
that this risk was brought home to me, when I watched one of those Hamas
"martyr" videos. You know the ones I mean, the recordings made by
suicide bombers before they went off to detonate themselves among Jews in the
hope of a "successful" mass murder. The first one said his message to
the "loathed" Jews was this:

"…we will chase you
everywhere. We are a nation that drinks blood and we know that there is no
blood better than the blood of Jews. We will not leave you alone until we have
quenched our thirst with your blood, and our children's thirst with your blood.
We will not leave until you leave the Muslim countries."

The second terrorist spoke on
camera as his mother helped him dress for "battle" prior to his
suicide mission. To the Jews this one said, "In the name of Allah, we will
destroy you, blow you up, take revenge against you [and] purify the land of
you…"

Having once been a non-Jew, I
realized that not everyone would feel as personally threatened by this language
as I did. Simultaneously I
realized — to the extent I was able — what it felt like to be threatened by
hate. This hate was neither passing nor superficial; it was as permanent,
uncompromising and deep as it could be. I realized this was what the rabbis had
warned me of, that there were indeed people in this world who didn't know me
from Adam but because of my adoption, my choice, my love of a religion, a
tradition, a people and a land, they literally "thirsted" for my
blood…. because now my blood was Jewish blood. Its DNA, pretty much all White
Anglo-Saxon, had nothing to do with it.

I wrote about my reaction at the
time: "When you read that 'there is no blood better than the blood of
Jews,' you are tempted to laugh and cry and vomit all at the same time, but you
end up doing none of those because you can't really wrap your mind around it. I
guess this is what shock feels like, an odd sensation of lack of
sensation."

Over time the shock wore off and I came to accept as a fact of my
life that — like it or not — I had enemies, and very determined ones. I
learned not to distance myself by saying "you" instead of
"I," so that now I can own all of it — my birth, my history, my
families and yes, my Jewish blood.

What enables a Jew to live like
this? What gives us the strength? For me, it is

Continue reading here. The most important part comes right after the above excerpt. 

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