DON'T ANTI-JEW ME

If you doubt people hate me

then you don't understand the issue.

If you think because I'm tall, or big, or white that no one will take me,

then you aren't paying attention.

But I don't fear my protection, my safety.

I fear the future, at a time where
 revisionists and derisionists
combine to form the combatants of our global education
and the war is simply on historical fact
               as it concerns mine and other peoples.

Because I don't hear too many people revising American History.

There's no, hey, what 600,000 Americans killed in the Civil War? It was more like 200,000.

There's no, the Japanese really didn't attack Pearl Harbor so much as bombed it
 as if that makes the aerobatic maneuvering of war machines more acceptable.

There's rarely a cry for the exoneration John Wilkes Booth.


Why aren't you hearing revisionist numbers on the Killing Fields of Cambodia?

Why aren't you getting disclaimers against the numbers of murdered Bosnians during their Civil War? 

Why aren't people discounting that anything ever happened in Rwanda?

Because it appears to me that more and more people are simply denying or resenting or complaining or disavowing that there is a six million....


or an Auschwitz,

or a Treblinka,

or Belsen.

They want a world where those innocents didn't die,
          or didn't die as often
                              or as many

where millions of children were added to a list in error
and that their decaying bodies
were actually props.

They'll say Hitler was a great leader
 and I'll question the word --

Great?

Where does that admiration come from?

Great?

...that of attacking his neighbors after promising peace?  

Or his blitzkrieg style bombing, which equally found the aortic valves, lungs and brains of countless citizens of universal ethnicity and belief systems?

Or that he as one man brought the entire world into War?

Admiration, you say.

Conflagration I say!

For admiration is a package that rarely comes wrapped around so many bones.

And mine will not be next in line while you shift the blame
  now to a country struggling constantly against
the rising tide of criticism in Europe
  cowled in a disguise of heroism for
supposed hapless victims
  while its neighbors slaughter innocents
        without weapons
              without forethought.
                 
Women simply wearing pants.

Men simply voicing displeasure.

Children simply looking for food.


No, don't care about the Syrians or Lebanese.
 Or the beheadings of children by the Taliban.

Instead focus your mind on the only country
that will welcome me because of
      what pants I wear and what food I make.

You can't make me an anti-Jew, or a lethargic Jew, or
a Jew who won't care simply because I wear
societal clothing and eat crawfish.

You can point at me and say "Jew"
   and I will take that
   and run with it, historically, spiritually, lovingly...
and pray to the one G-d that began with our forefathers.

You can't revise my six million
  You can't remake history
    And you can't say it's about Israel, the Zionist regime

And cover up your Jew hatred.