I don’t hide the antisemites in my Facebook comments.
I know that bothers some people.
They message me and say, “Why do you leave that filth up?”
Fair question.
Because hate grows best in darkness.
Antisemites love shadows. They love whispers. They love private group chats, anonymous accounts, coded language, and comment sections where nobody pushes back. They love when decent people look away because looking at it is uncomfortable.
And trust me, I get it.
Nobody wakes up in the morning, pours a cup of coffee, checks Facebook, and thinks, “You know what would pair nicely with my eggs? A stranger explaining why Jews are secretly responsible for every problem since Cain needed anger management.”
But here we are.
The reason I don’t hide every vile comment is simple.
People need to see it.
They need to see what we are dealing with.
They need to see that this is not “criticism of Israel.”
Criticism of Israel is allowed. Israel has elections, newspapers, protests, courts, scandals, bad politicians, good politicians, and arguments so intense they make Thanksgiving dinner look like a yoga retreat.
That is not what I’m talking about.
I am talking about the people who show up under a post about Jewish history and start foaming like they bit a live wire.
I am talking about the ones who say Zionist but mean Jew.
I am talking about the ones who pretend to care about Palestinians while spending all their energy obsessing over Jews.
I am talking about the ones who love a quiet, frightened Jew who apologizes for existing.
But a Jew with backbone?
A Jew who answers back?
A Jew who knows history, refuses the lie, and doesn’t apologize for surviving?
That Jew makes them itch.
Good.
Let them itch.
My comment section is not a safe space for hate. It is an evidence locker.
When they show up, they are not exposing me.
They are exposing themselves.
Every slur.
Every conspiracy.
Every “just asking questions” comment that somehow always ends with Jews controlling something.
Every fake moral lecture from someone who can’t find Israel on a map but suddenly became a Middle East scholar after watching three TikToks and eating hummus once.
All of it goes on display.
Sunlight.
That’s the point.
Light is the only way to sanitize hate.
You do not disinfect a wound by putting a sock over it and pretending it smells fine.
You clean it.
You expose it.
You deal with it.
So here is my policy.
If you see antisemitism in my comments, fight back.
Correct the lie.
Mock the stupidity.
Report the hate.
Block the person yourself if you need to.
Protect your peace. That matters too.
Not everyone has the bandwidth to wrestle with every basement-dwelling graduate of YouTube University. Some days you have to choose your sanity. That’s not weakness. That’s maintenance.
But don’t ask me to pretend the hate isn’t there.
Because pretending is how this got so comfortable.
For too long, Jews were told to be quiet. Don’t make a scene. Don’t provoke. Don’t answer. Don’t embarrass anyone. Don’t be too Jewish. Don’t be too Zionist. Don’t be too loud.
Enough.
We tried quiet.
Quiet did not save us.
Truth does not need darkness.
Lies do.
So no, I won’t hide all of it.
I will expose enough of it so people understand what Never Again actually requires.
It is not a slogan.
It is not a museum field trip.
It is not a candle emoji once a year.
It is a responsibility.
When hate walks into the room, you turn on the lights.
And if it starts screaming?
Even better.
Now everyone can hear it.
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