In every generation ...

writing on a wall in Jaffa 2019

I imagine that every Jewish person has been educated about the Holocaust. My parents were children during WW2, both of them living in England, so for me, personal stories were not about antisemitism and concentration camps.

My father never spoke about his memories of that particular time of his life and my paternal grandmother, when I asked about her past, she told me stories about how she used to walk across the snow from Poland to Russia, nine miles every day to attend school. She spoke about the boots she wore being hand-me-downs and how her feet froze. She never told me about the war from her personal perspective and I regret that I never specifically asked.

My mother, on the other hand, and my mother’s family spoke of WW2 a lot. My maternal grandfather was a policeman based in London in the bomb detonating squad. My mother was evacuated to High Wycombe and lived in a house with my great grandparents, her maternal aunts and their children. My grandmother and her sisters used to go out dancing with the ‘yanks’, who gave them chewing gum, chocolates, cigarettes and stockings. What they did in exchange for those gifts was never spoken about and must be left up to your own imagination.

My lack of insight and what I considered to be fairly stable, democratic times in the UK, continued up until 2019, when we were hit with draconian emergency laws stipulating mask wearing, social distancing and lockdowns on the back of damaging lies we were told by the powers that be; enforcements that were both damaging to body and mind. With thanks to the internet, I now know that there had been a huge amount of plotting going on for many years in global think tanks by nefarious actors to achieve the big shift in the worldwide political climate that I had no conception of previously.

For most of my life, there was a lot that went on leading up to WW2 that I also didn’t know about. And a lot that went on after that I had no idea about either, although all the signs were there but I was far too consumed with everyday life, working, playing and tending to the needs of my family, to explore the clues. I didn’t think it was necessary. I couldn’t contemplate a time when my X on a ballot card was anything more than a mark of where I stood on the spectrum of democracy and consequently, I didn’t have time for serious politics. I couldn’t fathom why the German Jews did not leave their country in the 1930s when it became obvious that Nazism was turning into a death cult. I never seriously contemplated the ‘once in every generation’ warning that we Jews are taught to remember at Passover every year. But here we are now, with the biblical prophecy in the process of coming true once again. It’s impossible not to be aware, here in 2025, with the same Jew hate sentiment openly expressed on London streets. People walking around with placards marked with the words ‘KEEP THE WORLD CLEAN’ and next to it a Star of David in a dustbin.

Within hours of 7/10/23 Nazi sentiment swept through our country like a whirlwind on the back of a strange devotion to the antisemitic and anti Christian goals of the Muslim Brotherhood. Even the UK police uphold the opinion that if Jews, Christians, young vulnerable white girls, or anyone else, publicly protests against Islamist sentiment and wicked behaviour then the best thing to do is arrest them on the grounds of the made up sin of Islamophobia and the accusation of being ‘far right’. This is 1930’s Germany 2.0. The writing’s on the wall and yet, here we are, myself and my family and all my friends, still going about our daily life in the country of our birth.

It’s not that I don’t think about leaving the UK. I think about it all the time. The problem is where to go when the whole world seems to have embraced antisemitism and woke globalist sentiment under leaderships with totalitarian aims. Even the United States that currently has a president who appears to be acting on behalf of the people and not some fundamental globalist entity, can only be assured of another three years on the same track. And after that, what then?

Did the Jews in 1930’s Europe have the same thoughts as I am having now? Of course, they were even worse off; there wasn’t a State of Israel back then, that welcomes ancestral Jews from all over the world to live in the thriving land of our forefathers amongst our own people. I must tell you, I yearn to pack up and go live there. So, what’s stopping me you ask? Well, now that I am not a bury my head in the sand kind of person, there are many reasons:

Firstly, and most importantly, as a mother and grandmother whose children do not wish to emigrate to Israel, I do not wish to live in a far away country without them.

Secondly, as bad as things are politically over here, and believe me they are bad and getting worse by the day, there is still hope on the horizon that things might change before we either become a Muslim caliphate or a globalist entity where every citizen is controlled by a social credit system with digital ID being the forerunner to its implementation.

Thirdly, I don’t trust that Israel’s leadership is any better than UK leadership when it comes to bringing in Draconian measures to control the population. During Covid, Israel imposed much stronger penalties for not having the poison jabs and for non-adherence to emergency laws than did our own government here in the UK. A strict enforcement on its citizenship that completely broke my heart at the time, especially when it came to the poison injections that were experimental, and against the Nuremberg Code, in Israel of all places!

And despite the continuing miracle of its very existence, the outcome of The War of Independence, The 6 Day War, and The Seven Front War that Israel has been currently fighting, there is so much tragedy. In the last two years alone there have been over 900 civilian deaths from terrorism, almost 1,000 IDF and police deaths , not to mention the severe woundings and those who are maimed for life. Living amongst genocidal enemies is not a party.

Israel’s citizens are divided as to how they should be governed. As in every Western country, there are those who want democracy to thrive and those who would rather kowtow to the woke global agenda. But Israel also has an unfortunate recurring pattern of making deals with the enemy under the auspices of an American president that under the banner of ‘peace’ put Israeli citizens at far greater risk of a terrorist attack. This new ‘deal’ under Trump is no different, it entails the freeing of 250 lifers and 1,700 Gazans who were detained on October 7th. That’s nearly 2,000 people who have been brainwashed to hate, rape, maim, burn and kill Israelis set free again to attempt to do just that. I keep praying that Israel has learnt from past mistakes and that despite international pressure, she will restrain from shooting herself in the foot and remain firmly on her own side. But as I’m writing this, Donald Trump’s ‘peace’ plan has been accepted by Hamas, a terrorist outfit well versed in taqiyya, and amidst all the positive excitement, both Israeli and US, I’m terrified about what this peace plan will unleash.

Whilst all of the above goes on, a huge problem still exists for both myself, my family, and all Jews who are still living in the diaspora. Do we stay or shall we go? And if we leave, where can we live together in safety and opportunity with our close family members? And just like in Europe in the 1930s nowhere is guaranteed. Now I understand, it was luck and instinct rather than judgement that determined the fate of of Jewish families in the most dangerous times of last century, and it’s exactly the same for those of us living in the world today.