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Is History Repeating Itself? I Pray to God It's Not....

Everything changed for me on October 7. Surprisingly even more so than when we experienced the horrific terrorist attack on September 11, 2001. As with most people, I remember exactly where I was when I first heard news of the mid-air strike of the World Trade Center, and watched with utter disbelief as news outlets showed real-time footage of the second strike as well as the complete collapse of both buildings. The entire nation was alarmed by the images of people running for their lives and of people running to protect lives. Never in my lifetime had I ever witnessed such brutality and disregard for human life, and as I watched, I prayed to god that we would never expect too again. On September 12th, 2001, the citizens of this country became one. We were horrified by the atrocities and yet we were unified because of them. We were bonded by the collective loss of innocent lives as well as by our collective sense of patriotism. It was an attack, with unprecedented consequences, against the United States. But unlike the relatively isolated surprise attack on Pearl Harbor, which September 11 has been systemically compared to, September 11th’s attacks were intentional assaults against innocent civilians while the world watched it unfold in real time. Similar to our nation’s response to the attack on Pearl Harbor, our response to the evil of 9/11 was one of solidarity, but not just solidarity within our country’s borders, but from world leaders as best exemplified by the French newspaper, Le Monde’s headline, “We are all Americans now.” And for the first time in its history, NATO invoked Article 5, whereby an armed attack against one nation is an attack against all, allowing its members to respond collectively in self-defense. We were not alone and our battle for self-preservation became the world’s battle. Much like September 11, the terrorist attacks by Hamas on October 7 against the State of Israel, were coordinated efforts to kill as many innocent people as possible. Since its 1988 Charter, Hamas’ aim has been the complete annihilation of Israel, to which they have acted on for more than 30 years, mainly carried out by suicide bombings of innocent civilians. This attack was barbaric to its core. They took equal pleasure in the rape and mutilation of children and of elderly as they did in the systemic mass shooting of hundreds of festival goers. And they were cheered and applauded in the streets of Gaza for their conquests and for the taking of civilian hostages. This was not just an act of war. Hamas’ attack may have been a targeted attack against a country, but in its most fundamental terms, it was an act of antisemitism. It was an act of evil. Israel is fighting for its self-preservation. As of January, 2024, Israel’s population is just over 9.8 million people, of which 73 percent are of the Jewish faith. Out of the 15.2 million Jewish people in the world, 47% live in Israel. The annihilation of Israel would be the annihilation of the Jewish people. Israel, at its essence, was established as a safe haven for every Jewish person, but, since its formation in 1948, it has had to defend its right to exist. Much like Sept 11th shook the world’s sense of security, October 7 was a shock to Israel’s. But unlike the aftermath of September 11, the terrorist attack of October 7 has polarized this country. When we should be coming together in support of an ally, we are witnessing campaigns on college campuses, on the internet and from those in the media against Israel. When our voices should be in sync disparaging Hamas, they are struggling to get a consensus on Israel’s right to defend itself. It has polarized institutions. It has polarized friendships, and it has polarized families. How is it possible? Where is our sense of collective loss, our sense of outrage for the deprivation of humankind, and where is our sense of humanity for the innocents? Its unimaginable to think that the intentionally heinous and bloodcurdling reign of terror that occurred on the families of Kibbutz Be’eri, and at the music festival could give rise to anything other than horror, anger, and contempt for the perpetrators and their supporters. How could you not feel nauseous as photos of the aftermath continued to be shown on the news 24/7 of those that lay dead and of the bloodied sites where the terrors took place. How could you not feel empathy for the families of the hostages and for those who lost loved ones. But yet, the empathy appears to be with the Gazans. Headline news from around the world, as early as a week after Hamas’ attack, focuses on the Gazan casualties and the humanitarian relief efforts towards the Gazans. Pictures of decimated buildings due to Israeli retaliatory airstrikes in efforts to thwart Hamas’ ability to continue its carnage, along with images of scarred and bloodied Gazan civilians continue to make headlines. The United Nations is strongly cautioning Israel against the use of its retaliatory efforts, claiming them unhumanitarian. What did the world think Israel’s response would be? How can Israel be held to a higher standard of ‘fair play’ when being attacked by a group of militant terrorists whose only mission is Israel’s destruction. When the world should be condemning Hamas, we are instead experiencing growing levels of antisemitism in the form of vandalism, harassment, intimidation, and violence. October 7 was the deadliest day for Jews since the Holocaust 1. Germany has experienced a 240% increase the week after Oct 7. Britain more than quintupled. In London alone, anti-semetic incidences jumped 1350%, and in France, more than 1500 anti-semetic attacks occurred in the month after October 7. According to the Anti-Defamation League2, the total number of incidents (of anti-semitism) over the three months since the attack are 4 times the number that occurred during the same period last year. Jews are a mere fraction of the world’s population and yet we command such hatred. How did the world become so hateful? How did we not see this coming? Because, we have become complacent. We have allowed “Never Again” to become an historical footnote, and to some, historical fiction. It’s as if October 7 awoke a dormant evil. We can no longer assume that truth outweighs ignorance. We can no longer remain silent out of fear of rocking the boat. And we can no longer sit idle thinking that with time, it will go away. I am afraid for my children’s safety and for the safety of future generations. I am saddened by the environment in which they are living. Every call ends with, “Stay safe. Stay alert. I love you.” The safety of students in public and private schools and on college campuses has been a rising concern since October 7, causing cancellation of classes and increased security. Increased patrolling along city streets has been warranted due to anti-Israel protestors and their battle cry, “From the river to the sea”, a Palestinian rallying phrase that refers to the territory between Jordan River and the Mediterranean Sea, which includes Israel, recognized as a genocidal call to violence to destroy the state of Israel. We have learned of neighbors, of friends, workmates, and of politicians participating in the rallies, that are, in essence, calling for the decimation of Israel. They are boycotting Israeli products and businesses that support Israel, and calling on others to join their plight. They are perpetuating untruths and ill-founded hatred. And with the aid of social media, their reach is unfathomable and their support is pervasive. If history is any indicator of our country’s resolve, though, I have to believe that there is more good than evil. That democracy stands for justice. That the fear of an injustice to one is a battle cry for all. And that we do not stand alone. But in so doing, we have to believe in our resolve and we have to believe in our truth and in our right to exist.

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