Pinkwashing: The Antisemitism and Erasure Behind This Bogus Claim
Like all fake activism for Palestine, it actually does tremendous harm to Palestinians as well as Israelis and Jews and only keeps the conflict going.
Say these names below aloud. I’m in Mexico and everyone is gearing up for the weekend of both Halloween and Day of the Dead, an opportune time on the anniversary of this horror to look at how we remember those lost. As we remember these 11 people, we must prioritize their lives and their names, the impact they had during their incredible lives, and the impact this tragedy had. It led to at least woman joining the Jewish people (see below), and I began my journey some 8 months later with them in my heart.
What name we will not say or include here is the shooter’s, and much more on that below.
Read about them here. Say their names. I invited them into my mikvah one year ago.
זיכרונה לברכה
זיכרונו לברכה
May their memories be a blessing.
Two things frustrate the fuck out of me in how this shooting is covered:
I can not imagine what these people went through, nor their families and community. I am a part of the Jewish community now, and it pains me to revisit it as it pains me to see the larger culture give more time, energy, and words to a murderer than his victims, some of them Holocaust survivors. Talking about the victims and who they were humanizes Jews and helps ensure this doesn’t happen again; even mentioning the shooter’s name, which I have not done here, inspires others to follow him.
I write from Guadalajara, Mexico, and as my time in this beautiful, welcoming country comes to a close for now, we enter a weekend (and coming week) of recognizing and celebrating the dead. I’ll let a Jewish Mexican voice expound on that here below from Hey Alma.
Shabbat shalom.
The magic of being a 21st century Jew is that I can embrace both sides of my ancestry.
By Francesca Reznik, October 25, 2021
What wisdom do the ancestors have for me that I have been unable to access? What secrets are they holding in their hands, waiting to whisper in my ear, if only I could ground myself enough to connect with them?