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IL ministro Benjamin Netanyahu è stato a New York, Shimon Peres ad Amsterdam e con il Ministro delle Finanze Yair Lapid a Budapest. Am Yisrael Chai, come canzone va bene, il popolo ebraico vive ,ma con un solo obiettivo in mente: preferisce le ceneri del defunti. Il nostro Olocausto, per riprendere il titolo di un romanzo dello scrittore israeliano Amir Gutfreund, dobbiamo tenerlo stretto. Cosa faremmo senza di esso? il nonno di Netanyahuè stato picchiato violentemente da ladruncoli antisemiti e il nipote promette di non andare come una pecora al macello. Peres dubita che Bashar Assad abbia mai letto 'Il diario di Anna Frank.' Il nonno di Lapid è stato assassinato in un campo di concentramento e sua nonna sopravvisse a una marcia della morte, così non ha alcuna stima degli ebrei che cercano la loro fortuna a Berlino .La storia israeliana e la narrativa israeliana sono appiattite 'unidimensionalmente : Olocausto e niente ma. Naturalmente stiamo parlando di un problema, forse troppo pregante . Settant'anni dopo è ancora molto difficile trattare l'inimmaginabile. Molti dedicano la loro vita alla ricerca e alla commemorazione. La seconda e terza generazione di Israeliani hanno tatuaggi sugli avambracci con i numero dei loro nonni deportati ad Auschwitz. La Germania continua a cercare i criminali ora agganciati a cateteri e a respiratori.
Ora non c'è più vergogna . I leader dello stato ebraico usano ossessivamente l''olocausto ebraico senza alcuna discriminazione. Tutto va. Quando la svalutazione è così orribile, la domanda sorge spontanea: non si tratta di un assurda nuova forma di negazione post 'Olocausto?
Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has been in New York,
President Shimon Peres in Amsterdam, and Finance Minister Yair Lapid in
Budapest. Three days of a trans-Atlantic show of purpose. And a trance
it is. Am Yisrael Chai, as the song goes – the Jewish people lives – but
with only a single goal in mind: wallowing in the ashes of the dead.
Our Holocaust, to borrow the title of a novel by Israeli writer Amir
Gutfreund. We must hold it tight. What would we do without it?
Netanyahu’s grandfather was beaten unconscious by anti-Semitic hoodlums
and the grandson promises not to go like a sheep to the slaughter again.
Peres doubts that Bashar Assad ever read “The Diary of Anne Frank.”
Lapid’s grandfather was murdered in a concentration camp and his
grandmother survived a death march, so he has no patience for Jews
seeking their fortune in Berlin.
The
Israeli story and the Israeli narrative are flattened to the point of
the one-dimensional: The Holocaust and nothing but. If that’s the case,
then Hitler won and we have to rewrite the history books. Some would say
that’s legitimate, even useful. In the pages of this very paper, which
detailed the air force commanders’ reunion on an under-the-Polish-radar
flight to take aerial photographs of Auschwitz, it has been stated that
the Holocaust is the only ethos covering up the vast emptiness at our
core. But emptiness is suffered only by the empty. And other needs. To
each his or her own Holocaust purpose, i.e., what we talk about when we
talk about Anne Frank, to borrow writer Nathan Englander’s brilliant
formulation. Peres talks about it to inject a bit of populism into the
atmosphere. The honorable president simply hasn’t known any other
language in recent years. So what if the connection between Bashar Assad
and the Holocaust of the Jews of Europe is tenuous? Lapid talks about
it in order to duck the criticism and deflect the political fallout
headed his way. So what if the connection between his family’s ordeal
during World War II and the despair of destitute Israelis in the year
2013 is nonexistent? Netanyahu talks about it to fuel his campaign of
fear over and over again, and position himself as an historic figure in
the mold of Churchill in the midst of Hitlers and Chamberlains. So what
if the connection between the Iranian nuclear project and anti-Semitism
and Nazism is subject to dispute?
Of
course we’re talking about a loaded issue, perhaps too loaded to bear.
Seventy years after the start of the industry of destruction, it is
still very hard to deal with the unimaginable. Many devote their lives
to research and commemoration. Others come up with strange, even extreme
ways of coping. Second- and third-generation Israelis tattoo their
forearms with their grandparents’ numbers from Auschwitz. Germany
continues to try criminals now hooked up to catheters and respirators.
Some of the attempts to come to grips with the Holocaust are childish.
In “Inglourious Basterds,” director Quentin Tarantino invented an
alternate past in which Jews slaughter their enemies tenfold.
But
there is no greater disgrace than the leaders of the Jewish state’s
daily, obsessive use of the Jewish Holocaust, without hierarchy, without
discrimination. Everything goes. When the devaluation is so horrible;
the question arises: Are we not dealing with an absurd sub-strain of
Holocaust denial? Most skillful Holocaust deniers deal with diminishing
and softening the gravity of it. Those who routinely tap out
Holocaust-related Facebook statuses whenever they feel like it, or
whenever they’re a little discomforted with reality here and now, may
have earned themselves a new designation: post-Holocaust deniers.
Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has been in New York, President Shimon Peres in Amsterdam, and Finance Minister Yair Lapid in Budapest. Three days of a trans-Atlantic show of purpose. And a trance it is. Am Yisrael Chai, as the song goes – the Jewish people lives – but with only a single goal in mind: wallowing in the ashes of the dead. Our Holocaust, to borrow the title of a novel by Israeli writer Amir Gutfreund. We must hold it tight. What would we do without it? Netanyahu’s grandfather was beaten unconscious by anti-Semitic hoodlums and the grandson promises not to go like a sheep to the slaughter again. Peres doubts that Bashar Assad ever read “The Diary of Anne Frank.” Lapid’s grandfather was murdered in a concentration camp and his grandmother survived a death march, so he has no patience for Jews seeking their fortune in Berlin.The Israeli story and the Israeli narrative are flattened to the point of the one-dimensional: The Holocaust and nothing but. If that’s the case, then Hitler won and we have to rewrite the history books. Some would say that’s legitimate, even useful. In the pages of this very paper, which detailed the air force commanders’ reunion on an under-the-Polish-radar flight to take aerial photographs of Auschwitz, it has been stated that the Holocaust is the only ethos covering up the vast emptiness at our core. But emptiness is suffered only by the empty. And other needs. To each his or her own Holocaust purpose, i.e., what we talk about when we talk about Anne Frank, to borrow writer Nathan Englander’s brilliant formulation. Peres talks about it to inject a bit of populism into the atmosphere. The honorable president simply hasn’t known any other language in recent years. So what if the connection between Bashar Assad and the Holocaust of the Jews of Europe is tenuous? Lapid talks about it in order to duck the criticism and deflect the political fallout headed his way. So what if the connection between his family’s ordeal during World War II and the despair of destitute Israelis in the year 2013 is nonexistent? Netanyahu talks about it to fuel his campaign of fear over and over again, and position himself as an historic figure in the mold of Churchill in the midst of Hitlers and Chamberlains. So what if the connection between the Iranian nuclear project and anti-Semitism and Nazism is subject to dispute?Of course we’re talking about a loaded issue, perhaps too loaded to bear. Seventy years after the start of the industry of destruction, it is still very hard to deal with the unimaginable. Many devote their lives to research and commemoration. Others come up with strange, even extreme ways of coping. Second- and third-generation Israelis tattoo their forearms with their grandparents’ numbers from Auschwitz. Germany continues to try criminals now hooked up to catheters and respirators. Some of the attempts to come to grips with the Holocaust are childish. In “Inglourious Basterds,” director Quentin Tarantino invented an alternate past in which Jews slaughter their enemies tenfold.But there is no greater disgrace than the leaders of the Jewish state’s daily, obsessive use of the Jewish Holocaust, without hierarchy, without discrimination. Everything goes. When the devaluation is so horrible; the question arises: Are we not dealing with an absurd sub-strain of Holocaust denial? Most skillful Holocaust deniers deal with diminishing and softening the gravity of it. Those who routinely tap out Holocaust-related Facebook statuses whenever they feel like it, or whenever they’re a little discomforted with reality here and now, may have earned themselves a new designation: post-Holocaust deniers.
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