![]() ![]() Karl Marx’s article Toward the Jewish Question is one of the clearest manifestations of the Jew’s identification with Judophobes. Jewish self-hatred as a phenomenon became prominent with the flowering of Jewish emancipation. Pathological fear of airships free#At various times the desire to free oneself from the national burden has taken various, sometimes extreme forms among Jews. The legitimate question became “Why are you going to Israel? After all, most go to other countries.” Jews, somewhere in the corners of their consciousness or perhaps subconscious or unconscious, have a longing for “norms,” a repulsion from their people, with whom so many things are associated that are out of the ordinary and far from always pleasant. Maple Canada, fabulous Australia, exotic New Zealand were accepted. The question “Where are you going?” almost always meant which city in the United States. Kiev Jews wanted large scale, big opportunities, western prosperity, cool climate, they feared militarism and ideology. It was too small for them, too oriental, too cramped, too hot, too militant, too religious, too crowded with Jews. In this sense I was also an “enfant terrible.” Soviet Jews leaving the USSR did not want to go to Israel. When I went to Israel in 1979, I was in the minority: the majority were going to “wealthy” countries. In a more general sense, it may refer to a person who behaves contrary to the rules of society. “Enfant terrible” means “terrible child” in French. But when the natives on arrival in Israel asked me why I had decided to repatriate, and I answered that it all began with the war, that my Jewish awakening was due to the Six-Day War, they recoiled in fright: how could war be a source of inspiration? How can truth be born in a frenzy of nationalism? They saw me as “enfant terrible!” Inspiring thoughts about repatriation, born on the wave of enthusiasm from the Israeli victory over the superior Arab enemy forces, were typical of Soviet Jews of my generation. In the beginning it was not peace, but war – the Six-Day War. ![]() It took me 40 years to stop and look back. ![]() The ancient Jews had to wander in the desert for 40 years to come out of slavery to freedom in the Promised Land. I began to look back on my journey to Israel as I reached 40 years into my life in this country. Apparently, turning red into brown, a self-perception of inferiority, and an unwillingness to accept it brought me to Israel. The Soviet ruling internationalists were shedding the burden of internationalism and turning into national socialists, for they asserted the superiority of the “Soviet nation” over the rest of the world, while the Jews were perceived at times as an “anti-Soviet nation” and at times as an inferior citizen nation unfriendly to the Soviet Union. Socialists, who, by definition, were supposed to be internationalists, proletarian internationalists, in the USSR turned into possessors of the only truth and pretenders to the “right,” “just” power over the world. But in my life, socialism gradually changed color, turning from red to brown. The color of my life in the USSR was red, socialist, calling for transformation and correction of injustices. ![]() And only the birds felt free in a city shackled in chains, among people who had nothing to lose but those chains. Four silhouettes of red idols hovered over the city of people and looked on from a bird’s eye view. And no one repressed Lenin’s and Stalin’s successors for their “low-worship of the West” in the form of two hairy and bearded foreigners, one of whom was a capitalist (Engels), and for the cult of foreigners they imposed on Soviet ideology. The airship glorified the influence of the two Germans, Marx and Engels, on the two national leaders, Lenin and Stalin. This was the “low-worship of the West” for which Jews, prominent figures in literature and the arts, including my father and my mother’s sister, were condemned in the Soviet Union. He portrayed the big-headed founder of communism, Karl Marx. One of the men portrayed in the portraits surpassed the other three in the amount of hair on his head and in his beard. In my childhood, during the big Soviet holidays, an airship hovered over the city with four portraits on its huge body. HAIFA, Israel - The images and colors of childhood sometimes determine later pictures of life. ![]()
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