Too true is that we, as individuals, nations or entities in between, look for a way out. The blame for a misdeed or lack of needed action, of misplaced or mistimed words never belongs to the doer. It is always someone else who "made me/us do it". Apparently, we have never outgrown the school age plaint of "It's not my fault. He made me do it". Always, someone else is at fault and if we continue to never assume responsibility and ensuing consequences, we will never grow up. While that is annoying within an individual, when it occurs within the ruling tiers of government, woe upon us.
So here we are. Yet another generation blaming our parents and our upbringing. Blaming the circumstances of our lifetimes. Never acknowledging that the errors made, the actions necessary, but not taking place, are all connected to us. They emanate from us. And while yes, everything in our lives has influenced us in ways known and understood or not, it is up to us to make the final decisions. We could stand strong, or we can crumble before it, be driven to capitulation under its weight. We can behave with respect to others, or we can demean them, think of them as 'lesser'. Evidently, we can do many things other than accept brutal truth too many times. Hence, too often there is very little forward movement of humans, be it individually or en masse.
Yes, and so here we are indeed, in the middle of one of the worst messes we have so productively and expertly created. Once again. Ever again. Such a talent! Who would be, should be, proud. However, Gaea, the mother of Earth according to Greek mythology, is not so, is in fact upset with humanity and their misdeeds and disrespect towards the gifts of Earth and has sent countless warnings and displays of that anger and disappointment. Do we take notice? Not so much.
And so yes, here we are again. What is an individual to do? One must step outside of oneself and do a deep dive into what makes one up, into one's life, past, present and into the future. Is there a need for directional corrections? Specific steps to take must be carefully planned and carried out. It's a difficult task, asking oneself to step back, to come to an evaluative halt, hopefully temporary, so as to enable a proper pathway for the future. Always, the process must continue if there is to be any forward movement. Were these footsteps on the proper path as planned or had they strayed? If so, make the corrections necessary. Life is a demanding process. If one is to live it correctly, morally, productively, attention to it must be constant lest it fall into disrepair.
Without a plan or intention, I began to think about one of the pillars of my life. I was born almost simultaneously with the official rebirth of the land of Israel as the State of Israel, a nation unto itself, the equal of any other nation upon this earth. Sadly. it must be acknowledged that this is not the current situation and Israel, the land, the nation, has undergone many trials and tribulations. Always emerging on top, that position too often demanded great sacrifice, lakes of blood and sorrow, of loss insurmountable. The actualization of a dream, of Zionism, the belief that we will once again have our own state, recognized as such, a keeping of a promise of millennia, a dream necessitated by an ugly reality and it was finally so.
The achievement of this dream will always be with us, no more to be denied its life. Despite the hostility of the world. Despite the never-ending disease of JewHatred. Despite its intensification, not only since October 7, but over the past decade. More and more it has come out of the woodwork where it has been hidden. Worse, its proponents, its adherents shout ever louder and receive more approval than ever before, at least since the end of the Shoah, the Holocaust.
Like the state of Israel my life has generally been good. I have been hit hard at times, faced deep challenges, had losses which broke my heart and brought me to my knees, unknowing if I could ever rise again. Would I even want to? How does one get over a grief so deep, so overwhelming, no end in sight, no opening available, no exit. No door, no window, no hole through which to crawl.
That condition and state of mind, the roiling of my emotions melded with that of Israel as it faced the Worst War of its life. This was a true attack on the nation by an ancient enemy, the Amalek, who have returned over the millennia in various guises to plague us, ever and for always. It is a nation left to survive as misplaced kindness by a ruler of Israel gave in to a human emotion and did not slay the enemy Amalek to the last survivor. This error has cost us much loss and grief and remains with us, for in every generation a new version of Amalek arises with the same deadly goals of destruction of the people of Israel. And finds warmth and acceptance within the hateful toxic soil of other Jew Haters.
Nations, again, are colluding in a nasty plot to wipe out the people of Israel, the nation of Jews, off the face and out of the memory banks of this planet. As Israel was under attack, intensively so, Jews round the world were attacked and vilified, threatened, beaten, and vandalized - an old world infiltrating a new world - not so new at all. And no one was exempt. Not at home. Not in business. Not in professions. Not in arenas of sport and creativity. Not in synagogues. Not in schools. Not anywhere. Once again to be ostracized and isolated, dehumanized, Untermenschen once again.
Fear and pain and anger and disappointment. Again. Ever again. Will the world ever change? Will there ever come a time when Jews will walk free without fear of attack. Will there be a time when we are not seen as perfect targets and use for purposes of deflection. I found myself melding with the State of Israel. More thought was called for.
Too much for this blog posting.
More on the morrow.
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