- My position is not an enviable one. I am a daughter
of Jewish parents who grew up with a conventional set of beliefs. Although
I never had the "chosen people" nonsense fed to me, I was conditioned
by certain factors in my childhood. My Jewish education was paltry at
best, perhaps because my sister and I preferred to "sleep in"
rather then to attend Sunday school. And yet, I was given the usual "there's
an anti Semite under every rock" warning. I had a meal of fear and
paranoia served up with my weekly brisket.
- My mother once told me about a woman in the family who
had married an Italian fellow.
- "Every time they fought, he called her a kike."
I don't know whether or not it was a true story. I don't know if it was
merely my mother's way of keeping my leash attached to her so that I would
not stray from the clan. After all, she had been tormented as a child
and called a "Christ Killer." I suspect that, on one level, she
was motivated by motherly love. And yet, I believe it was her "fear"
which played a more significant role. Unfortunately for Mom, "fear"
was not a teacher whose class I willingly attended, and as I grew older,
forbidden fruit developed a sweet fragrance.
- As my sister and I aged, our rebellious natures emerged.
We experimented with psychedelics and dated all types of people. I do
not believe it was a personal vendetta against my parents. I do not believe
it was an "I'll show you" statement. It was, I believe, intellectual
curiosity and a need to make my own mistakes that accompanied me along
my journey; and mistakes I made - although I prefer to call them "learning
experiences." In the words of Frank Sinatra (or Paul Anka) "I
did it my way." Religion, parental warnings, government statements
and rules were not blindly accepted. They had to make sense to me, and
they rarely did. I grimaced when some authority figure told me, "It's
true because I say it's true."
- My mother was a Zionist who, as she grew older, used
her coloratura soprano voice to sing at fund raisers. She claimed to be
an atheist. My father had been raised in an orthodox family and opted to
become a doctor because he had witnessed the excruciating death of his
mother from esophageal cancer when he was but a young boy He was truly
motivated by the desire to help. Dad was an old fashioned doctor who made
housecalls but never made a great deal of money. Those who have read my
essays know the details of my past. Since my purpose is not to bore you
to tears, I will resist the urge to describe my upbringing in great detail.
- Although I was raised on the usual Jewish diet of paranoia,
I found myself extending my circle of friends to all colors and belief
systems. It was the time of the sixties, and since I was a Greenwich Village
hippie, race and religion were never factors in my friendships. As Martin
Luther King said, "It was the content of ones character" that
- In those days, I was not a political animal though I
listened attentively as my parents and older sister discussed politics.
When JFK, RFK, MLK and Malcolm X were assassinated, I tried to silence
the "still small voice" within me. I began a foray into the
world of spirituality and clung to my innocence. However, like a withering
branch, it was destined to snap. And, snap it did.
- I found myself in an upside down world in which such
horrors as Waco, the Mena Arkansas drug drops, and the OKC bombing awakened
me from my somnolence. Though I concentrated on spirituality I could no
longer silence my inner voice. Something was deadly wrong on Planet Earth.
I knew that all my meditation and acts of kindness were not enough. As
an inhabitant of three dimensional reality, I had to find a balance between
the mountain top and the valley.
- And, though many years have passed, I still strive hungrily
for that balance. Maybe I always will.
- On September 11, 2001, my little world was knocked off
its axis. I quickly found myself among a group of 911 truth seekers who
could not accept the government's official fiction of Arab highjackers
with boxcutters flying planes into the World Trade Center. A new chapter
of my life had begun. I wanted to share my beliefs with friends.
- I recall the first time I spoke about David Icke to a
churchgoing woman with whom I'd taught.
- "But he's a Nazi" she warned me as she sent
me a disinformation website.
- "Have you ever read his writings or seen him speak?
- Case closed. I realized that my newfound information
was not going to be easily accepted.
- Next came my reeducation about the country of Israel.
I was dismayed to learn that it was not the "lone democracy in the
Middle East" anymore than Lee Harvey Oswald was the "lone gunman."
who assassinated John F Kennedy. I was shocked to see the myth of "
A people without a land ...and a land without people" smashed before
my eyes. I was horrified to learn that Israel was a racist, apartheid
state. I was heartbroken as I read about the massacres and systematic
elimination of the Palestinian people, and the twisted fiction that the
history books had placed in front of our eyes and between our ears. I saw
the myth about how Israel had taken desert land that had been occupied
by a nomadic group of savages and turned it into a productive fertile oasis
explode before me. Once again the history books had become a fiction of
the most devastating distortion proportions.
- I read Ralph Schoenman's book The Hidden History of Zionism
and listened to Ralph and his wife Mya Shone's radio show "Taking
- The Israelis had seized the Palestinian people's citrus
groves, olive trees, rock quarries and homes. They had brutalized the
peoples of that area. They had eradicated farmers, artisans and town dwellers
and substituted a work force composed of a settler population. The history
of Palestine was one of unspeakable suffering and subjugation, armed displacement,
massacre and expulsion.
- Through Ralph Schoenman, I learned that Rabbi Fishman
had presented a map to the UN's select committee on Palestine based on
Theodore Herzel's diaries. It declared Eretz Israel stretched from the
brook of Egypt to the Euphrates, including all of Palestine, all of Transjordan,
Egypt up to the Nile including Cairo, 2/3 of Syria, 40% of Iraq, the southern
tier of Turkey, up to and encapsulating Kuwait.
- The Zionists were awarded 55% of the most fertile land.
- Every major Zionist spokesman talked about eliminating
the Palestinians. It was no secret, though an uncanny amount of people
today do not seem to know about it.
- The Kermit report stated "We will use terror, assassination,
intimidation, land confiscation, and cutting off all social services to
rid Galilee of its Arab population."
- Moise Dayan talked about how the geography books were
changed. Records of the villages and towns no longer exist.
- It was through the Hidden History of Zionism that I first
learned about the Nazi/Zionist collaboration and how the ordinary Jew had
been duped by an unconscionable cabal of greed and power. Sadly, I might
add, the rank and file Jew is still being duped.
- I have tried, with my verbal velvet gloves, to speak
with friends about this dire situation. Some are not interested. Some
are afraid. Some think I have lost my mind. Most silence me. (My compliments
to the brainwashers)
- And so, I sit in a most unenviable position. I want to
open the eyes of my brothers and sisters. I want to help my children learn
of the sins of Israel and the important role it plays in the axis of evil....along
with the U.S. and Great Britain. I want to alert my loved ones to the
dangers of the Zionist behavior and how it is affecting our world. I want
to wake up the ordinary Jewish person to the crimes that their leaders
have perpetrated and continue to perpetrate. For, at the end of the day,
the rank and file Jew is as expendable in the Zionists' grand scheme as
the rest of the populace is. There is no safety in tribal banding together.
It is only the truth which can set us free.
- And yet, I have not found the vocabulary. Should I give
up? Can I make a difference or am I merely trying to hold back a boulder?
- The other night I watched a television special about
Bob Dylan. I was struck by his youth and the profundity of his words.
I felt myself drowning in a sea of nostalgia. Were those times as pure
as they appeared? Were those times as idealistic as I remembered? Have
I romanticized the hopes and dreams of the 60's? Perhaps........... but
I doubt it. Of course we were dreamers, but we were dreaming of a wonderful
world. We were dreaming of a world upon which we felt we could have a
great impact. We believed in our dream. Do we still have vestiges of that
dream as 300,000 people demonstrated in Washington, DC on September 24th,
- And yet, as I look out on a world so precariously close
to the edge, a world that appears to be hanging onto that withered branch
that I know all too well, I can only ask "What in God's name has happened
to us? "
- Copyright 2005 Judy Andreas