Here is one man’s theory of why culture is almost always the culprit.
I frankly am not all that interested in the Israel/Palestinian affair. That is not to say that I deny any of the claims being made by Canadians about what is going on there but that this kind of situation is, unfortunately all too common in this world. So I cannot understand our particular fascination with this specific act of aggression. In fact at the moment I ‘d be more concerned over the killing of 90,000 Syrians in their little turf war
Further I cannot see how we Canadians can have even a small whiff of say in the present Israel/Palestinian impasse. We just do not have the clout of Russia, U.S.A. or Saudi Arabia, say. So all I can see is that our ranting will mostly effect the lives of Canadian Jews. And so—though I do not think for a minute that critics of Israel are consciously aware of any signs of anti-Semitism they must – like all the rest of us who grew up in this anti-Semitic Western culture– bound to be influenced by that culture. At least this is my attempt to explain why they focus so much more on this act of aggression than on so many others.
For I cannot escape the fact that I am a member of an anti Semitic culture, one
that has harassed, tortured and killed Jews for so many centuries. Well within my
lifetime we have turned Jews back to die in Nazi camps because in our opinion
“no Jews are too many”
So I suggest that before we criticize the Jews too harshly, we take a glance at how our Western (Christian)culture treated them
This is a small excerpt from Jensen’s book “The Culture of Make Believe” that
shows how soldiers, without rancor or hatred, routinely did their job–like
good, Christian soldiers.
RE: The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich.
The image I (Jensen) remember from (this book) so long ago was the sworn
Affidavit by a German engineer that was read into the record at the Nuremberg
Trials. I do not know why this image stuck out so much; it was, as William
Shirer, author of Rise and Fall, put it, “a relatively minor mass execution” on
the Eastern Front, nothing more than five thousand people. In the larger picture
of World War 11 that’s not really so many at all. And in the scheme of
civilization, it’s the merest drop of blood in an ever-expanding ocean.
Here is what the engineer said: “My foreman and I went directly to the pits.
heard rifle shots in quick succession from behind one of the earth mounds. The people who had got off the trucks-men, women and children of all ages-had to undress upon order of an S.S. man, who carried a riding or dog whip. They had to put down their clothes in fixed places, sorted according to shoes, top clothing, and underclothing. I saw a heap of shoes of about 800 or 1,000 pairs, great piles of under-linen and clothing.
“Without screaming or weeping, these people undressed, stood around in family groups, kissed each other, said farewells and waited for a sign from another S.S. man, who stood near the pit, also with a whip in his hand. During the fifteen minutes that I stood there I heard no complaint or plea for mercy…”An old woman with snow-white hair was holding a one year old child in her arms and singing to it and tickling it. The child was cooing with delight. The parents were looking on with tears in their eyes. The father was holding the hand of a boy about 10 years old speaking to him softly: the boy was fighting his tears. The father pointed to the sky, stroked his head and seemed to explain something to him.
“At that moment the S.S. man at the pit shouted something to his comrade. The latter counted off about twenty persons and instructed them to go behind the earth mound…. I well remember a girl, slim with black hair, who, as she passed close to me, pointed at herself and said, ‘twenty-three years old.’ “I walked around the mound and found myself confronted by a tremendous grave. People were closely wedged together and lying on top of each other so that only their heads were visible. Nearly all had blood running over their shoulders from their heads. Some of people were still moving. Some were lifting their arms and turning their heads to show that they were still alive. The pit was nearly two thirds full. I estimated that it contained about a thousand people. I looked for the man who did the shooting. He was an S.S. man who sat at the narrow edge of
the pit, his feet dangling into it, had a tommy gun on his knees, and was
smoking a cigar
“The people, completely naked, went down some steps and clambered over the heads of the people lying there to the place the S.S. man directed them. They lay down in front of the dead or wounded people; some caressed those who were still alive and spoke to them in a low voice. Then I heard a series of shots. I look into the pit and saw that the bodies were twitching or the heads lying already motionless on top of the bodies that lay beneath them, Blood was running from their necks.
The next batch was approaching already. They went down into the pits, lined themselves up against the previous victims and were shot.”
And now we ask them to trust us? Really?
And this, my friends were us–they simply would not convert to our beloved Christianity.
And how can we humanists in particular, who were brought up in this society immersed in deity worship, misogynist in nature, escape the brain washing we have all received while growing up in this culture?.Not easy. Only, I say by consciously rejecting its collection of ancient myths, by scourging our minds of illogical ideas and embracing proven fact, established science For the Humanist, I suggest,, evolving is a never ending process
“Our natural aversion to killing our own kind
can be anesthetized with inspirational rhetoric”