Who Should Germans (Really) Be Apologizing To?

Quite a few years back, I heard that my brother was telling people that he was of Irish descent. When I asked 'why?', I was told that he was ashamed of how ball-less modern Germans were, and had decided that the Irish had shown themselves to have the balls that the Germans now lacked.

At the time, I was clueless as to how true his opinion was, despite having spent quite a bit of time in Germany.

Growing up, I was quite familiar with the issue of German 'war reparations' to the state of Israel. These reparations took the form of heaps of money, and loads of armaments. Israel was beating back the Arab hordes with German fighter planes, and supporting the continuation of an untenable 'state' with German money. Without the financial support and military-supplies provided by the 'international community' the Jewish state would quickly be overrun and the Jews once more left without a safe haven.

Oddly, while accepting the official line, I also held a secret admiration for Yasser Arafat. While he may have had all the physical loveliness of a toad, there was something dashing and heroic about the man. Of course, it was a long time ago, and even as a younger man he was always ugly as hell, but nonetheless, I firmly believe that I was probably not the only prepubescent girl to have a secret crush on Mr. Arafat. Therefore, I find it kind of weird that a couple of decades later I would take the side of the Israelis against the Palestinians. Years of 'German Guilt' compounded by the slow poison of Zionism that has insidiously infiltrated Christianity had gotten to me - as it has millions of other people on this planet.

Mahmoud Ahmadinejad knocked the sense back into my head. Here was another ugly little man with a big presence, and even bigger balls than those of the Irish. Here was a man who dared to piss off the Big Powers, and to call a conference on 'the Holocaust' to which both sides - institutional historians and revisionist historians - were invited. As, I suppose, was only to be expected, only the historians with the biggest balls showed up for it. That is, only the revisionists had the guts to take him up on his invitation. Among those attending was Lady Michèle Renouf, a truth-speaker extraordinaire and an ardent supporter of the Palestinian people. I can see why yet another of the infamous 'color revolutions' was launched (unsuccessfully) in Iran... .

Lady Michèle Renouf, by the way, has just been added to the list of foreign women kidnapped by German authorities while travelling and attending revisionist events inside of Germany.

The advent of Ahmadinejad woke me up. I began to see the monster in the middle east that Germany had helped to create through new eyes. I was shocked to realize that Muslim nations hated Germany's former National Socialist regime because it was what had brought that monster into being.

Lady Renouf addressing giving an impromptu address at the Iran's Presidential Headquarters, June 3 2010
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Did You See The Pictures?

My first few years of school were made a misery by two things: I was fat, and I was a blue-eyed, blonde-haired girl of German ancestry. In my class was a boy whose parents hailed from England. Our teachers always went out of the way to applaud him, no matter what he did. In art class he would proudly draw and show around pictures of British planes shooting down German ones, while vocalizing about Brave Brits killing Evil Nazis. He was a boor, an asshole, and completely brainwashed by the anti-German hate-propaganda so in vogue at the time. No teacher ever reprimanded him for it. Meanwhile, myself and some of the other German-ancestried kids in the class huddled together in the only defense we could muster against the teachers who constantly picked on us and treated us as barbaric 'huns'.

Strangely, I met that same boy, now a man, at a high school reunion, and we greeted each other as if non of that had happened. As far as I am concerned, his parents and our society had made him the way that he had been, and I felt nothing this way or that about him now. His old side-kick, however, looked almost terrified to see me right in front of him once more. He clearly remembered what had gone on way back then... .

A little known fact: Ernst Zundel was activist fighting racism against German-Canadians long before he became a holocaust revisionist.

In high school, the vast majority of my friends were Jewish. We'd even joke about the fact that my great-uncle had been in the SS (completely true - he was in a minor division after being called up from Hitler Youth as so many kids were at the end of the war). Our city's Jewish community was welcoming to immigrants, even German ones, when the snotty pure-blood Anglos were not.

This was all before Israel became a pain in everyone's ass.

During my teens, civil war broke out in Lebanon. The once beautiful and cosmopolitan Beirut came to pieces. It was the start of all hell breaking lose in the region, and with it, the influx of middle-eastern refugees began. Being a French-speaking city, we took in a a shit-load of them. This meant I was soon rubbing shoulders with heaps of middle-eastern people, many of them men. I had no problems with them. None of them tried getting fresh with me; no, what they did was talk to me. They told me about their world, what they had experienced, and how life was back home. Only one tried to date me, and he arrived at my door bearing so many flowers I nearly drowned in them.

Over the years, I have work with and for middle-eastern people. I worked in one agency that arranged Umrah travel, and another one that happened to be the only agency in this city to have a permit permitting it to arrange Haj-related travel. I was working there in 2006 when Israel bombed the shit out of Lebanon. One of my co-workers happened to be vacationing there at the time, and was caught in the middle of it, unable to get home to Canada.

During this time, my colleagues were glued to their computers, searching out any news about the situation in Lebanon, while waiting for word from our colleague, Rullah. One day, I was talking about the attacks with another colleague, a Syrian woman who always sported a hijab, when she asked me, 'Did you see the pictures?'

I hadn't. I don't like the middle-eastern tendency to stir up emotions with images of injured women and children. She told me what website to go to if I wanted to see them, but I never went there. The news coming out of Lebanon was bad enough without adding emotions to it.

I don't know if Rullah ever got home. I was offered another job, which I took up before the shit settled and it would have been possible for her to return.

In my new job, I eventually ended up working with a beautiful, if somewhat culture-shocked, Pashtun-Pakistani woman with a penchant for Lady Diana. She told me how the horrors she'd seen while working as a translator for western journalists visiting Afghanistan had affected her. She had also suffered a huge trauma when a family member was murdered by militants. She was also big into 'the pictures'.

I assumed it must be a cultural thing.

When the green revolution tried to overturn the results of Iran's 2009 election, I saw a lot of pictures. Western media was now plastering them everywhere - and trying to pass off photos as something completely other than what they were. I began to see that people are only too willing to believe that a picture depicted what they were told it depicted, rather than look a little closer and maybe see that there is something wrong with the narrative they're being fed.

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Something in me snapped. I shut my bible, completely disgusted by the violence against other nations that the Old Testament spoke of, the slaughter and cold blooded murder. It is pretty hard to explain, but my mind equated the modern state that calls itself 'Israel' with the bloody-minded ancient one. When you look at it, they are very much the same. How could I believe that Israel, and the Jews that support it, are sanctified by a good God?

I may not have been overly sympathetic towards the Palestinians, but they are human beings and deserve to be treated with the respect due all living things.

I was now in a state of limbo. My faith - the faith that had kept me going despite a shit life- was gone. If God loved these people, he was a god I did not want to know. So I remained, stuck in that limbo, for next few years. I had yet to fully understand the poisoned wellspring that is Zionist Christianity, or even recognize that I had been drinking from it. Had I been Catholic, or Orthodox, I would never have had the crisis I underwent. Unfortunately, protestants seem especially prone to getting caught in the web of Zionism, and Zionism completely blinds its victims to the humanity of the Palestinians.

What's Coming In The Future

I have finally woken up from the nightmare, and I wish other people of German descent would be so lucky! I see now that it is not the Jews to whom we should be apologizing. No, it is to the Palestinians that we owe a massive apology. Our war, our money, and our weapons enabled the state that calls itself Israel to invade their once beautiful land, drive them from it, and herd them into what is now considered by many to be the world's largest concentration camp. No wonder the Muslim world curses us. I'd curse us too, if I were them.

Germans need to lift up their heads, and see what their money, munitions and support have created. They need to see that they are enabling a monster - and then they need to shake off the guilt that has been laid on them and stop supporting it. If they don't, they will find themselves supporting the genocide of the Palestinian people.

Remember when I said my mind equated modern Israel with ancient Israel? My mind works in strange ways, recognizing something before I can grasp it. I now see what it was that I could not see then. The Jews invading Palestine are consciously acting out the ancient exodus from Egypt, driving out the nations already residing in the land of Canaan, taking over homes they did not build, and eating from groves they did not plant:

So I gave you a land on which you did not toil and cities you did not build; and you live in them and eat from vineyards and olive groves that you did not plant.
Joshua 24:13 (NIV)

Palestinian cities are being taken over by fanatical Jewish settlers from the USA, the access to the wells that Palestinians dug cut off. And then there is the Dome of the Rock... which isn't built on the site of the old Temple. Stupid me. I didn't know enough about the geography of the modern 'State of Israel' to realize that the Dome of the Rock isn't situated in the old City of David. Check out the video below to learn more about this interesting fact:

I am guessing that the Israeli government is completely aware of this fact, but is using the false belief about the temple lying beneath the mosque in order to stir up emotions and thus gain fanatical support from poor, misled Zionist Christians and Jews in the diaspora.

For this I apologize to the Palestinian people, not only because my people helped create it, but because I once believed in the lie that visited this misfortune upon them.

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