1929 Hebron Massacre Pt. 2 (Graphic)

Part II of last year's post on the Hebron Massacres of 1929: 

It's ironic that Israelis take vacation in August. If they knew a little bit of their own history (most don't), August would register as a particularly dark month. In August of 1929, the Arabs butchered the Jews of Jerusalem, Safed, and Hebron with hatchets and hammers, talons and teeth. They came to massacre yehudim until the streets ran red. Animal screeches of blood lust punctuated the air in a cacophony of sickening squeals and guttural barking. Like laughing hyenas deriving nourishment from Jewish blood and bone. "Itbach El Yahud"- they screamed, as they came from near and far to feed.

Few Israelis spend their vacation in the holy city of Hebron, the site of the 1929 unimaginable Arab orgy of barbarism that took more Jewish lives than some of the worst Russian pogroms. While Jews sit on the beaches of Eilat ogling at half-naked women (Jewish or otherwise), the spirits of the slaughtered cry out in Hebron. I say "unimaginable" because healthy minds cannot really fathom "humans" ripping open the bellies of pregnant woman and smashing the squirming baby against a wall. A sane mind cannot truly fathom a two-legged monster that cuts off sex organs and gouges out eyes, before smashing a hatchet into the still breathing and screaming victim. This and untold numbers of other mind-numbing atrocities defy describtion.

Sickening. You bet it is. That's why I mention it. I don't mean to be shocking. I want to inculcate anger and rage. Jewish history 101. It's important to know who Amalek is. Most Jews don't give a second thought to the bloody anniversaries of dead Jews. Even Tisha Ba'av, the designated day of morning for the destruction of the temple and all subsequent Jewish tragedies, barely phases most religious Jews. Yom Hashoah is different. It's "dignified", protestant, ethic, is more a product of Elie Wiesel's universalism than anything else. Yom Hashoah is the secular response to Amalek, a call for humanism outside the parameters of Halachah. In Israel, the only other anniversary that resonates with the masses is the one the Left hammers into the heads of schoolchildren with obscene ceremonies of historical revisionism commemorating Rabin's assassination. The force-fed lionizing of one who signed a "peace deal" with the grinning head Amalekite himself, a human-monster who celebrated the 1929 massacres as a holiday.

Vacations can be good for the mind, body, and soul. (Eilat is the exception. Eilat is never good for you, unless you're off hiking in the desert. It depends on where one goes and what one does when he/she gets there.) I'm not saying people shouldn't go on vacations, or even that they shouldn't go in August. I am saying that Jews should give some thought during these days, to the barbarism of the past, present, and future, and the impending pogroms of tomorrow. The Arabs of 1929 were just like their descendants today. There were "good Arabs" in 1929 who chatted and drank Turkish coffee with their Jewish neighbors. And when the time was right, they put aside their coffee, and tore their Jewish friends to pieces.

I'd like you to look at some pictures of Amalek's handiwork, a tapestry of horrors to help you remember. Click on the link. www.hebron.com. I won't lie to you. The pictures are upsetting. (Don't watch it if you're pregnant.) Look at what the savages did and then look at what the jackals of Jaljulya did to Leonard Karp (may G-d avenge his blood). Nothing has changed in 2009, not in Hebron and not in Tel Aviv.

Amalek is rising. Anger and rage is the only proper Jewish emotion. This week's sedrah spoke of an eternal battle with Amalek until the final endgame. We need to prepare ourselves. A return to G-d and the Torah is priority # 1. Get the soul back in order. At the same time, we need to forge our bodies and our minds into iron, strengthened by fire and blood. The true sons of the merciful know that in times of war there is no mercy for the merciless. That's when the Torah requires the Jew to turn the switch, and become an angel of total destruction.

"Blot out the memory of Amalek from under the Heavens. Do not forget."

Yom Hoshoah: The Call of the Siren (An Old Post)

One thing is clear. Yom Hashoah was created by (and for) misguided Jews (many of them well-intended), who required the spectacle of solemn ritual to commemorate the Holocaust. Unlearned people (many who opposed Torah) created a national day of mourning in the month of Nissan. For what purpose?We already have a day of collective mourning that was designated to commemorate every major tragedy in Jewish history. We call it Tisha Ba'av. An unpleasant day, when we recreate the horrors of the past and repent. A time to absorb Jewish lessons, and return to The Almighty, lest another horror befall us.

Flawed as the day is, only an automaton is unaffected by the blaring of the siren that sounds throughout the country. If only the siren stood for something more. With this in mind, I am reposting a piece that I wrote last year, immediately after hearing the siren sound for the first time. It conveys my immediate feelings and the reflections that followed.

I heard the siren go off this morning. Not the code red siren of an incoming rocket, thank G-d, although we will surely be hearing those again in the future. The siren of Yom Hashoah. As the siren moaned it's mournful reminder, I listened carefully and reflected on that dark period in history when the human monsters of Europe devoured my brothers and sisters. I conjured up images of nightmares. Mountains of Jewish bones. Furnaces black with Jewish ash. Skeleton men staring at the living. Pictures of screams, tears, and Hell. Six and a half million Jewish men, women, children, infants, and fetuses, exterminated by European Amalekites. I reminded myself of the promise of Jewish fire and blood. Never Again. An oath I will keep until my last breath.

Obsessed as I am with Jewish survival, I cannot help but note the irony. The siren is meant to remind us of an unimaginable nightmare that became real. While the siren screams at us, the insanity of Oslo continues, a madness that guarantees another Shoah in our times, Heaven forbid. Israel's leaders continue to supply weapons and money to Fatah. While the siren blares its somber message, the jackals with citizenship destroy the country from within. The "Israeli-Arab" also hears the siren. It means nothing to him.

Abdul the citizen hates Jews. He hates Israel and he hates Yom Hashoah. He doesn't hate the Holocaust. Abdul thinks the Holocaust was a great thing. Hitler, the Mufti, Arafat, these are his heroes. The siren annoys him terribly, but he derives comfort from the fact that things are rapidly changing in Israel. The Jews are destroying themselves with unprecedented speed, and if things continue as they are, there will be no siren in the near future.

Abdul understands the math. Demographics guarantees an Arab majority in the future, even if Israel imports another million non-Jews from Europe. His wife Hanan knows that the Israelis are tired of fighting. The two of them will have many children who will have many children of their own. They will teach these children that the dream of "palestine" is becoming reality.

Haziz knows that when the Knesset has a substantial number of Arabs, the country will drastically change. The infrastructure will completely break down, while the Jewish political parties eat each other alive. There will be pogroms against Jews to rival those of the 20's and 30's. This is a pleasant thought for him. Many Jews will leave, and those who haven't will wish that they had. Haziz waits patiently. He will also have many children and he will raise them to be proud Arabs. He will teach them to dream the Jewish nightmare.

While Israel's enemies grow stronger and bolder, the might of the IDF is tempered by the cowardly politicians, and a frightened populace that has learned to accept the unacceptable. The neighboring Islamic/Arab countries are carefully observing what is happening. They have seen the debacles of Lebanon II and the self-imposed defeat of the war in Gaza. And it is not just Iran and Syria. Take a look at the Egyptians who practice shooting down Israeli planes in mock military drills. Peace with Egypt? Of course there is. Try visiting Cairo with a kipa or Magen David.

The siren is like a shofar. The purpose of a shofar is to jar your senses, and to make you reflect on the past, present, and future. I heard a shofar this morning. Very moving. But utterly meaningless if it doesn't wake us up. I don't know if Bibi heard the same siren that I heard.

I heard the siren today. I listened and I repeated the vow to myself. I remember what Amalek did and I will never forget. I also know that the bastards show up in every generation, and that the Mufti's children are salivating.

Return to G-d.

Never Again.

1929 Hebron Massacre Pt. 2 (Graphic)

It's ironic that Israelis take vacation in August. If they knew a little bit of their own history (most don't), August would register as a particularly dark month. In August of 1929, the Arabs butchered the Jews of Jerusalem, Safed, and Hebron with hatchets and hammers, talons and teeth. They came to massacre yehudim until the streets ran red. Animal screeches of blood lust punctuated the air in a cacophony of sickening squeals and guttural barking. Like laughing hyenas deriving nourishment from Jewish blood and bone. "Itbach El Yahud"- they screamed, as they came from near and far to feed.

Few Israelis spend their vacation in the holy city of Hebron, the site of the 1929 unimaginable Arab orgy of barbarism that took more Jewish lives than some of the worst Russian pogroms. While Jews sit on the beaches of Eilat ogling at half-naked women (Jewish or otherwise), the spirits of the slaughtered cry out in Hebron. I say "unimaginable" because healthy minds cannot really fathom "humans" ripping open the bellies of pregnant woman and smashing the squirming baby against a wall. A sane mind cannot truly fathom a two-legged monster that cuts off sex organs and gouges out eyes, before smashing a hatchet into the still breathing and screaming victim. This and untold numbers of other mind-numbing atrocities defy describtion.

Sickening. You bet it is. That's why I mention it. I don't mean to be shocking. I want to inculcate anger and rage. Jewish history 101. It's important to know who Amalek is. Most Jews don't give a second thought to the bloody anniversaries of dead Jews. Even Tisha Ba'av, the designated day of morning for the destruction of the temple and all subsequent Jewish tragedies, barely phases most religious Jews. Yom Hashoah is different. It's "dignified", protestant, ethic, is more a product of Elie Wiesel's universalism than anything else. Yom Hashoah is the secular response to Amalek, a call for humanism outside the parameters of Halachah. In Israel, the only other anniversary that resonates with the masses is the one the Left hammers into the heads of schoolchildren with obscene ceremonies of historical revisionism commemorating Rabin's assassination. The force-fed lionizing of one who signed a "peace deal" with the grinning head Amalekite himself, a human-monster who celebrated the 1929 massacres as a holiday.

Vacations can be good for the mind, body, and soul. (Eilat is the exception. Eilat is never good for you, unless you're off hiking in the desert. It depends on where one goes and what one does when he/she gets there.) I'm not saying people shouldn't go on vacations, or even that they shouldn't go in August. I am saying that Jews should give some thought during these days, to the barbarism of the past, present, and future, and the impending pogroms of tomorrow. The Arabs of 1929 were just like their descendants today. There were "good Arabs" in 1929 who chatted and drank Turkish coffee with their Jewish neighbors. And when the time was right, they put aside their coffee, and tore their Jewish friends to pieces.

I'd like you to look at some pictures of Amalek's handiwork, a tapestry of horrors to help you remember. Click on the link. www.hebron.com. I won't lie to you. The pictures are upsetting. (Don't watch it if you're pregnant.) Look at what the savages did and then look at what the jackals of Jaljulya did to Leonard Karp (may G-d avenge his blood). Nothing has changed in 2009, not in Hebron and not in Tel Aviv.

Amalek is rising. Anger and rage is the only proper Jewish emotion. This week's sedrah spoke of an eternal battle with Amalek until the final endgame. We need to prepare ourselves. A return to G-d and the Torah is priority # 1. Get the soul back in order. At the same time, we need to forge our bodies and our minds into iron, strengthened by fire and blood. The true sons of the merciful know that in times of war there is no mercy for the merciless. That's when the Torah requires the Jew to turn the switch, and become an angel of total destruction.

"Blot out the memory of Amalek from under the Heavens. Do not forget."

Shavuah Tov.