As Jabotinsky says, the antisemite demands the Jew to turn out his pockets, not because he believes the Jew stole anything, but because he wants to humiliate him.
This was written by Naama Dror, mother of Yair Dror, who was killed in the war:
My stomach is churning.
And many other families feel the same way.
Seeing pictures of supposed victory, tanks leaving Gaza after almost a year and a half, pictures of your friends smiling, leaving Gaza. I’m sure, upstairs, you’re against it. Our leadership, who aren’t worthy of being called that, didn’t let you finish the job at all. They didn’t let you overthrow Hamas and make sure a new Hamas wouldn’t take its place, so that we wouldn’t, G-d forbid, go through the whole thing all over again.
People all around me are talking, constantly; and inside – I’m screaming!!
My Yair will never come back from there.
He went in with his best buddies, into the inferno, to put an end to years of madness. So that the residents of the border communities could live in peace, to try to bring back the hostages, to put an end to this monster once and for all. That’s what their commanders told them before they went in.
It shouldn’t have taken over a year, it could have been a two-week operation. We have a big, strong army, we have the armaments.
This shouldn't have been a more than a year task, it could have been a two-week task. We have a large, strong army, we have the means to carry this out.
But there is a criminal who should be behind bars who makes the decisions here, and that’s why the Hamas regime is today, already, re-arming and strengthening itself and planning the next October 7th. I see friends from the border communities who have lost so much and who are busy rebuilding their settlements, rebuilding their physical homes along with trying to rebuild their lives, and I know that in a year and a half, I will stand all choked up again, on the enlistment day of my second son, and my friends will send me messages, similar to the ones they sent on your enlistment day, Yair, messages like “Wow! It’s so exciting that he’s enlisting!” And I’ll bow my head, and through choked tears, repeat again the same sentence I said on your draft day, “What’s exciting about it? A war’s going to break out here soon.” That’s what I said on August 15, ’23, in the draft office, two months before it actually happened. And I wonder to myself how a nation that is so smart and groundbreaking in so many ways can be so stupid for decades. Why do we accept that this is our fate? The word “deal” makes me sick to my stomach.
For me and for over 800 other families – families that lost a father, a brother, a husband or a grandfather or an amazing young man in the prime of life who will never sing or laugh again, families of victims of the hostilities, whose loved ones were killed on the soil of this country just because they were Jews, exactly like it used to be, before we had a country.
The word deal does not mean victory.
And that is very hard to say out loud to those parents who have been waiting so long for their loved ones, and to all those whom we left behind.
Is the life of a boy of 19 less precious than the life of a boy who’s one year old?
Have you all just gotten used to one more “cleared for publication”?? Are you the ones going out into the streets to celebrate and rejoice over this cursed deal in which we’re releasing those who murdered, raped, and kidnapped us?
Before you go out to the streets to celebrate our so-called victory, think of me, and of all the broken families like my own family, who have sacrificed, against our will, what was dearest to us, knowing that nothing here has changed.
“A Land that devours its inhabitants” [Numbers 13:32]
I have grown up here and lived here all my life, and I hate this state that has contempt for the lives of its citizens. This state for whom the life is a terrorist is worth more than the life of a soldier.
The terrible thought that all this was for nothing is not letting go. It hurts as if we’d just received the news again and there isn’t and will never be consolation ever.
Don’t you dare go out to the streets today, this isn’t the end of the Six Day War, there’s no winning happening here.
There is a fucked-up country that got into its head that a defeat is actually a victory.
Victory will be when our enemies won’t dare raise their heads, when they’ll know it’s not worth it to lay a hand on us; victory for us will be when we can stand in the Shabura neighborhood in Rafah, where you were murdered, knowing that there are no terrorists underground and none of our citizens either.
I’m ashamed of this country.
And I'm screaming on the inside.
I have nothing left, just to think about you Yairush, and to ask of you, if you have connections up there, to stop this madness because we can’t stand it anymore.
Yes, there will be a reckoning if the people of Israel help God to bring it about. Time to rise up and throw out the entire leadership of the Jewish nation-state and replace it with a generation that has fought and died for it and its citizens.
This will be the last time the people of Israel ever have to go through this. New leaders, new Israelis, new Jews — Never Again, by any means necessary — I simply don’t care about what anyone else thinks anymore. Am Yisrael chai
Well, I hope you are right.
It must be.
As Jabotinsky says, the antisemite demands the Jew to turn out his pockets, not because he believes the Jew stole anything, but because he wants to humiliate him.
It is time we put a stop to this.
This was written by Naama Dror, mother of Yair Dror, who was killed in the war:
My stomach is churning.
And many other families feel the same way.
Seeing pictures of supposed victory, tanks leaving Gaza after almost a year and a half, pictures of your friends smiling, leaving Gaza. I’m sure, upstairs, you’re against it. Our leadership, who aren’t worthy of being called that, didn’t let you finish the job at all. They didn’t let you overthrow Hamas and make sure a new Hamas wouldn’t take its place, so that we wouldn’t, G-d forbid, go through the whole thing all over again.
People all around me are talking, constantly; and inside – I’m screaming!!
My Yair will never come back from there.
He went in with his best buddies, into the inferno, to put an end to years of madness. So that the residents of the border communities could live in peace, to try to bring back the hostages, to put an end to this monster once and for all. That’s what their commanders told them before they went in.
It shouldn’t have taken over a year, it could have been a two-week operation. We have a big, strong army, we have the armaments.
This shouldn't have been a more than a year task, it could have been a two-week task. We have a large, strong army, we have the means to carry this out.
But there is a criminal who should be behind bars who makes the decisions here, and that’s why the Hamas regime is today, already, re-arming and strengthening itself and planning the next October 7th. I see friends from the border communities who have lost so much and who are busy rebuilding their settlements, rebuilding their physical homes along with trying to rebuild their lives, and I know that in a year and a half, I will stand all choked up again, on the enlistment day of my second son, and my friends will send me messages, similar to the ones they sent on your enlistment day, Yair, messages like “Wow! It’s so exciting that he’s enlisting!” And I’ll bow my head, and through choked tears, repeat again the same sentence I said on your draft day, “What’s exciting about it? A war’s going to break out here soon.” That’s what I said on August 15, ’23, in the draft office, two months before it actually happened. And I wonder to myself how a nation that is so smart and groundbreaking in so many ways can be so stupid for decades. Why do we accept that this is our fate? The word “deal” makes me sick to my stomach.
For me and for over 800 other families – families that lost a father, a brother, a husband or a grandfather or an amazing young man in the prime of life who will never sing or laugh again, families of victims of the hostilities, whose loved ones were killed on the soil of this country just because they were Jews, exactly like it used to be, before we had a country.
The word deal does not mean victory.
And that is very hard to say out loud to those parents who have been waiting so long for their loved ones, and to all those whom we left behind.
Is the life of a boy of 19 less precious than the life of a boy who’s one year old?
Have you all just gotten used to one more “cleared for publication”?? Are you the ones going out into the streets to celebrate and rejoice over this cursed deal in which we’re releasing those who murdered, raped, and kidnapped us?
Before you go out to the streets to celebrate our so-called victory, think of me, and of all the broken families like my own family, who have sacrificed, against our will, what was dearest to us, knowing that nothing here has changed.
“A Land that devours its inhabitants” [Numbers 13:32]
I have grown up here and lived here all my life, and I hate this state that has contempt for the lives of its citizens. This state for whom the life is a terrorist is worth more than the life of a soldier.
The terrible thought that all this was for nothing is not letting go. It hurts as if we’d just received the news again and there isn’t and will never be consolation ever.
Don’t you dare go out to the streets today, this isn’t the end of the Six Day War, there’s no winning happening here.
There is a fucked-up country that got into its head that a defeat is actually a victory.
Victory will be when our enemies won’t dare raise their heads, when they’ll know it’s not worth it to lay a hand on us; victory for us will be when we can stand in the Shabura neighborhood in Rafah, where you were murdered, knowing that there are no terrorists underground and none of our citizens either.
I’m ashamed of this country.
And I'm screaming on the inside.
I have nothing left, just to think about you Yairush, and to ask of you, if you have connections up there, to stop this madness because we can’t stand it anymore.
We simply can’t stand it!
Powerful. A letter to new Israeli leaders?
Yes, there will be a reckoning.
Yes, there will be a reckoning if the people of Israel help God to bring it about. Time to rise up and throw out the entire leadership of the Jewish nation-state and replace it with a generation that has fought and died for it and its citizens.
Absolutely. 100%
This will be the last time the people of Israel ever have to go through this. New leaders, new Israelis, new Jews — Never Again, by any means necessary — I simply don’t care about what anyone else thinks anymore. Am Yisrael chai
The only means necessary: elections. It may take more than one round, but already you can feel the ground shifting.
There will be a reckoning.
It is written.
Here's how we can start: Time to clean house in Israel. https://open.substack.com/pub/schecter/p/time-to-clean-house-in-israel?r=1wpgf7&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true