First time I saw in a post the phrase “antisemitic influencer.”We could also add “anti-Israel influencer.” It’s kind of chilling. That’s something that I noticed online 10 years ago has become a new language of “hate influencer.” I want to be a “coexistence influencer”, coexistence requires deals, compromises, empathy… check your values and logic. If it’s not good for #coexistence, don’t do it.

06.29am 7th October, 2023 May their memories always be a blessing

Ne les oublions jamais. Demain, dans 15 minutes, nous serons le 7 octobre. Que leur mémoire soit bénie🙏

Almost all of these joyful young women were so savagely butchered on October 7th by Hamas devils they were not in a fit state to be shown to their parents. A nose ring the only thing left in a face without a face. A knife all the way through a head. Genitals … you don’t want to know. If we can’t name evil when it so clearly identifies itself then who are we? Go on, march for that.

Israel has an excellent opportunity now - relocate the bAlesTiNanS to Paristine

Heritage Church in Texas put out 1,200 Israeli flags in loving memory of the victims of the October 7 massacre. Thank you for this beautiful tribute 💔

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October 7 Did Not End on October 7 Three years ago, Jews went to sleep on October 6 and woke up in a different world. Not because hatred of Jews had suddenly returned. It had never left. Not because Israel had suddenly acquired enemies. It had always had them. And not even because Jews had forgotten that terrible things could happen to us. Our history has never allowed that luxury for very long. What changed was that a set of assumptions many of us had spent our lives depending upon collapsed in a matter of hours. On October 7, 2023, Hamas terrorists crossed into Israel and murdered families, slaughtered young people at a music festival, burned homes, raped women, kidnapped children, elderly people and entire families, and dragged human beings, alive and dead, back into Gaza as trophies. That was the horror of October 7. But it was not the only revelation. The second revelation came afterward. Before the bodies had been identified, people were already explaining why the Jews had it coming. Before families knew whether their loved ones were dead or kidnapped, people thousands of miles away were celebrating. Before Israel had even buried its dead, the machinery of excuse, inversion and denial was already running. I knew antisemitism existed on October 6. I knew Jews had enemies. I knew there were people who hated Israel. But knowing something intellectually is not the same as watching it happen in front of you. Jews were murdered, and within hours the murderers were being romanticized. Jews were raped, and people who had built entire moral identities around believing women discovered exceptions. Jews were kidnapped, and posters bearing their faces were torn from walls in American and European cities. The victims were put on trial before the killers were. There is a version of Jewish life in which you can convince yourself that antisemitism is mostly a historical subject. You visit the museum. You read the books. You shake your head at photographs of crowds cheering things no civilized person could possibly cheer today. Then you walk outside and return to modern life. October 7 destroyed that distance. I watched people discover elaborate political theories that somehow always arrived at the same ancient conclusion: when Jews are attacked, first ask what the Jews did to cause it. That instinct is older than Zionism. Zionism merely gave it a new vocabulary. For three years I have watched people insist that their hostility is not directed at Jews. It is only directed at Zionists. Only Israel. Only Israelis. Only Jewish institutions that support Israel. Only Jewish students who refuse to denounce Israel. Only synagogues whose congregants raise money for Israel. Only Jewish businesses whose owners are Zionists. Only Jews who will not perform the required political confession. At some point, the word “only” becomes ridiculous. You do not get to construct a political category containing most of the world's Jews, attach collective guilt to it, demand its public repudiation, make its members legitimate targets for intimidation and exclusion, and then become offended when Jews recognize what you are doing. We have seen this movie before. The subtitles are different. October 7 also ended something else for me: the desire to make Jewish survival understandable to people determined not to understand it. I no longer believe Jews need to audition for sympathy. I do not need to prove that every Israeli government decision has been wise before saying that Jewish families should not be murdered in their homes. I do not need to produce a dissertation on Middle Eastern history before saying that rape is evil. I do not need to establish the political opinions of a kidnapped child before believing that child should be brought home. Those should have been the easy moral questions. The fact that they were not was the lesson. And that is why October 7 still feels so close three years later. It is not simply because we remember the dead. It is because the argument that began while they were still lying where they were murdered never really stopped. October 7 became a test that much of the world somehow failed. Not a test of whether you supported a particular Israeli government. Not a test of whether you agreed with every military operation that followed. Not a test of whether you cared about Palestinian civilians. The test was much simpler. Could you look at Jews who had just experienced the worst mass murder of Jews since the Holocaust and allow them, for one moment, to be victims without immediately putting them in the defendant's chair? A frightening number of people could not. I learned that Jewish memory is not paranoia. And I learned that Jewish survival cannot depend upon being liked. That may be the illusion October 7 finally killed. We should have friends. We should build alliances where those alliances are real. We should persuade people when persuasion is possible. But our existence cannot be contingent upon somebody else's approval. Neither can Israel's. The Jewish people do not need to explain why, after thousands of years of exile, persecution, expulsion and massacre, we intend to remain capable of defending ourselves. October 7 showed what happens when Jews cannot defend themselves for even a few hours. I will never forget that lesson. Tomorrow I will remember the people murdered on October 7. I will remember the people taken from their homes. I will remember the families that began that morning whole and ended it shattered. I will remember the soldiers, police officers, first responders and ordinary Israelis who ran toward danger because other Jews needed them. But remembrance cannot mean only grief. Jewish memory has never been merely an archive of suffering. We remember in order to know who we are. Three years later, that is what October 7 means to me. I know more about the world than I wanted to know. I know more about hatred than I wanted to know. I know more about how quickly civilized language can be used to excuse barbarism than I wanted to know. But I also know something about us. We are still here. October 7 did not end on October 7. Neither did we.

Dear World, Please remember. It is no longer 1939. This time, the Jews fight back. Sincerely, Israel

Thank you to @neveroctober7 for this beautiful tribute to my cousin. ב''ה

DAILY DOSE OF RABBI MEIR KAHANE “Turn from evil and do good” — a fundamental change in education in Israel: a Jewish education whose aim is to turn the “Israeli” into a Jew who dwells in the Land of Israel. A compulsory course against assimilation, absorption, and intermarriage should be given to every Jewish student, just as there is today a compulsory course against Kahane. Such a course must stress the majesty and glory of the concept “Jew,” and the duty to study Judaism and to continue the existence of the Jewish people as a separate and distinct people, chosen and treasured, holy and exalted. (Rabbi Kahane) #JDL #JDL613 #NEVERAGAIN #MEIRKAHANE @neveragainlive1 @baruch_marzel @JewishTaskForce @JTF_ORG @bengvir_marizim @SallyWisemann @Ben00069601 @HNoahid @israelnews770 @LauraLoomer @EylonALevy @marklevinshow @294945CWCC @benshapiro @Betar_USA

That day that the bodies of the Bibas boys and Shiri were returned to Israel was one of the most painful days I can remember. Almost the whole of Israel stood still. Tens of thousands lined streets to pay their respects. A young mother, Shiri, a four year old beautiful boy, Ariel, and a beautiful innocent baby, Kfir, were strangled to death by Gazans then had their bodies crushed in an attempt to hide their murder. And why? Simply because they were Jewish. I will never forget. We, as a nation, and as a people, will never forget. 💔🇮🇱🧡🕯️🇮🇱🧡🕯️🇮🇱🧡🕯️🇮🇱💔

Three years since Oct. 7 massacre: What’s planned across Israel and how the war unfolded Israel will mark three years since the Oct. 7 massacre Wednesday with memorials, protests and a major ceremony at Yarkon Park, as the country ... ynetnews.com/article/ryx0cag…

I truly wish the so-called palestinians ❤️ loved their children just a LITTLE BIT MORE than they hated their enemies. What a different world 🌎 we would live in.

“Pour ceux qui n’ont pas vu cette vidéo ‼️Partagez partout À la mémoire de nos frères d’armes de nos sœurs et frères à la mémoire des héros et héroïnes qui ont donné leur vie simplement pour que nous puissions vivre ”❤️

🚨 OCTOBER 7, 2023: SHE KNEW SHE WAS GOING TO DIE. Libi Cohen-Meguri, a 22-year-old infantry officer, went to the Nova music festival. She was shot while fleeing the party. At 8:11 a.m., she called her parents and said: “I’ve been shot in the stomach, I’ve been shot in the arm, I’m losing blood. I’m going to die.” Calmly, quietly, she understood; these were the last minutes of her life. She asked her parents to call Tomer, her twin brother, and Maya, her little sister, and said: “I’m going to die. I just want you to listen to me. I love you, Yariv. You’re the best father I could have asked for. Mom, stop screaming. Just listen to me. You are the best mother we could have ever had. Don’t forget to be a good mother to Tomer and Maya after I die. Tomer, how lucky we were to live this life together. I love you. My Maya, never forget—you are the treasure of my life.” When she finished speaking, her parents told her to get out of the car, lie down on the road, and pretend to be dead. With her last bit of strength, she got out of the car and laid down on the road. “Mom, they’re coming to shoot me again,” Libi said after lying down. While her mother listened on the phone, shouts in Arabic could be heard, and then a barrage of gunfire. It didn’t stop. It kept going, until the call was disconnected. And that’s how Libi died—with demonic beasts from the pit of hell standing over her and emptying a full magazine into her body. Libi died with LOVE on her lips: love for life, love for her family, and love for her people. Her memory will forever be a blessing. NEVER FORGET. NEVER FORGIVE. NEVER AGAIN IS NOW. Israel is hunting down every single Palestinian and Hamas terrorist who participated in the October 7th Massacre—to kill them all. They’re living on “borrowed time,” Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu said. Sooner or later, every one of these monsters will be found and eliminated. SOURCE: @TheDemSlayer

My cousin Binyamin Loeb. A lone soldier on the Gaza border. Murdered by Hamas in the 7.10 pogrom. Went to sleep forever on the 8th October. Age 23.

Never forget

🟠 October 7, We Remember 🇮🇱🙏. The victims will not be forgotten🕯.

This is Naama Levy. She was dragged into Gaza wounded, bleeding and helpless. Hamas kidnapped her while she was injured and held her in horrific conditions. Her wounds went untreated as she suffered severe malnutrition and extreme hunger. At one point, she had no water left and survived on rainwater collected in a pot. She was held alone for weeks, constantly moved from place to place, and forced to run under fire while her captors reloaded their weapons. She was forced to live in filth, with barely enough food, water or basic hygiene. The UN knew. The Red Cross knew. Where the hell were they when Naama needed them? Why was the Red Cross more concerned about Hamas terrorists than Israeli hostages? Share this and follow!