Happy to swap a war for a nice house
I’m not having a good day today. I’ve been trying to concentrate on my work, but my unruly thoughts insist on returning me to images of German Jews in the Thirties, early 1938 say.
It was a time in which the Jews already knew what was in store for them. They couldn’t conceive of the Holocaust yet – what normal person could? – but they knew that war was imminent and that whatever Hitler had in mind for them it would not be good.
They knew that they should leave Germany – and many of them could have. But they would have had to leave their businesses and everything that they owned behind. They would probably have had to leave family behind. They could have escaped, but it would have been as refugees, with only the clothing on their backs.
Many of them were unable to make the break. They preferred to make excuses about family, lack of resources and lack of visas. They preferred to delude themselves that, somehow, things would turn out OK. They listened to Hitler’s words and nevertheless stayed put and hoped for miracles. Eventually, of course, most of them died.
I feel myself in the same predicament. The immediate catalyst for my incessant thoughts about Nazi-era Germany was Donald Trump’s moronic withdrawal from the Iranian nuclear agreement yesterday. But, if I’m to be honest, I’ve known what is coming for a long time. Israel’s Iran- and power-obsessed Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has made sure of that.