Unless the title grabs me, I
do not normally read the column written by Karol Markowicz. It happened this
time that she wrote one which did more than grab me; it prompted me to respond.
The column came under the
title: “Sorry: A progressive fascist's threat isn't going to silence me,”
published on August 14, 2020 in the New York Post.
Now Karol, imagine yourself
transported more than half a century into the past. You are sitting in your
living room, not as a Jewish female but a Christian male. You have with you the
community's priest whom you invited because you're faced with a situation,
you're not sure how to handle. You also have someone else with you in the room.
He is a stranger you never saw before.
The occasion for the gathering
is that the stranger had called you on the phone the day before, said he was
from the Canadian Jewish Congress, and wanted to know if you were the one who
wrote a certain letter to the editor that appeared in a major newspaper. You
said yes, you were that Fred Habachi, and so the caller from the Jewish
Congress said he wanted to come and see you in person because he had an
important message to deliver to you. You agreed to see him the next day, gave
him your address, and there you are today, sitting with a priest on one side
and a Jew on the other.
The meeting lasts about half
an hour during which time you discuss a number of topics, one of which being
the warning message that the Canadian Jewish Congress insisted on drumming into
your head. It is to the effect that you must never again write letters to
editors or contact the press in any way. The stranger leaves, the priest tells
you to be cautious because the Jews have been here long, and have established
deep connections in all the places that matter. “We” are new in this country,
“we” are not organized, and you are on your own. You are defenseless and there
is the eye of a massive organization tracking you; one that is committed to
crush you if it feels threatened by what you say no matter how innocuous that
may be.
So, guess what you said to the
priest, standing not as Karol Markowicz but as Fred Habachi. Well, let me tell
you what I said to my priest on that day in 1968. I said something to the
effect that the threat of those fascist Jews isn't going to silence me. I
pledged then and there to fight the Jews alone if I must because if I don't
fight for my dignity, no one will from what I just heard.
And you know what, Karol Markowicz?
I have been fighting for my dignity ever since that day. If there is one advice
I can give you in my old age, it is that when your cause is just, and the truth
is on your side, you can stand as tall as a newborn panda, and blow a mountain
as tall as the Everest, sending it into orbit around the black hole of eternal
nothingness.
As to you, my dear readers, I
say that when you read the Markowicz column, imagine those same words being
uttered by me more than half a century ago because it was the Jews who were
being fascist then in the way that they still are today. I said those words to
myself in one form or another, said them to others verbally when I had no
access to a publication, or said them in missives I sent to editors knowing
they will not be printed because the evil Jews had canceled me.
They made me invisible because
I dared to write in the year 1968 that Egypt was a civilized country; my way to
push back against what they were saying about us. This was a time when
political correctness did not exist, and the Jews –– having monopoly of the
press –– were calling us sick dogs and wounded animals, and were cartooning us
as cockroaches being exterminated with insecticide.
Things have changed and the
shoe is now on the other foot. But what can also be said is that the reversal
was expected. I, and a handful of others in the same predicament as me, had
ventured to predict that, “what the Jews do to us today, they'll do to each
other tomorrow; they'll be screaming at each other, and we'll be watching the
spectacle that's vindicating us with each passing day”.
This is the kind of era in
which we live at this point in time. But I do not rejoice thinking that I have
been vindicated just now, because in reality, I was vindicated in my own eye
from the day that I chose to dedicate my entire life, if I must, to fight the
colossal prince of darkness and neutralize him.
As far as the way things are
going at this moment, they are going well, seen from our point of view. But the
side that chose to antagonize us for no reason, is now suffering for what many
would say are good reasons.
However, this should not
motivate us to sit back and enjoy the slow-motion holocaust in which they find
themselves. They created the Sea of Hate in which they are drowning, and we can
rescue them by telling them what they need to do to put an end to their misery.
Here is the recipe:
When you see your kinfolks
celebrate the deportation of innocent men in their nineties –– go ahead and
publicly tell the celebrants they are behaving like zoo animals at feeding
time.
When you see your kinfolks
tell Americans they must participate in violating the Constitution by not
associating with outstanding Americans, such as Louis Farrakhan, because the
Jews say so –– go ahead and publicly tell these characters they should seek
permanent residency in some Siberian gulag.
When you see your kinfolks
attack duly elected members of the State or Federal legislature because they
prefer to serve their country and their constituents rather than serve the
organized crime syndicate that calls itself Israel –– go ahead and publicly
tell these jerks, they should turn themselves in to be arrested, jailed and
treated like the traitors that they are.