We had better pay attention to everything that is happening these days. Sometimes things look innocent and harmless and we tend to shrug our shoulders and ignore them. THAT HAS TO STOP!!
Listen very carefully to Rosie O’Donnell as she discusses the forced retirement of White House correspondent Helen Thomas who made reprehensible statements about “Jews should get the hell out of Palestine”.
It is so apparent that Rosie has not read this book called the BIBLE or maybe she has read it and just doesn’t believe what it says. Hey, that’s all good because in spite of what this current administration is trying to do to this country, this is still America, the home of the FREE. Free speech and free thought so Rosie and Helen Thomas are entitled to their opinion but not their own truth. There is only one Truth, period. That Truth is found in the Holy Bible, period. The Truth gave the land of Israel to the Jews, so they are HOME, period. The Truth also says, all who bless Israel (the Jews) will be blessed and all who curse Israel (the Jews) will be cursed, period. Genesis 12:3
Please note that Rosie and her friend are saying that Helen Thomas was forced to retire because of political correctness. It is chilling to hear them speak of the history of Jews in Germany and Poland in such casual terms, that is, “the ovens are not there anymore“. It is chilling to think that anyone would suggest that Jews should go home to Germany and Poland, places where unthinkable things happened to them ….
Though the ovens are no longer there, Rosie and Helen, the memories will be there forever. We
will never forget.
The following is an excerpt from the memoir of a Holocaust survivor, Erna F. Rubinstein. This is one of millions that were compiled for The Nizkor Project.
"One Sunday morning, we were summoned to the Appellplatz [ed. note: this was the central square at Plaszow concentration camp. knm]. This was an unusual call, and we didn't know what to expect. We lined up in fives according to working groups as we did every morning and every evening, and waited. The number of SS men watching us was greater than usual, and the Jewish policemen, in particular, had a gloomy look. We noticed something that looked like a gallows in the middle of the Appellplatz. `Why would the Germans go to the trouble of hanging people when they can shoot them instantly?' someone asked. `They must add some color to the killing,' Pola snapped. Three young people, a girl and two boys, were brought in front of the gallows. A stillness, terrible, frightening, covered the Appellplatz. No one moved; even the guards and the Jewish policemen were motionless. I didn't want to look up. I could scarcely breathe the air was so heavy. In spite of myself, my eyes rested on the girl. It was Hela, a school friend of mine. She seemed taller than she was, for she was so slender, and there was a haunting beauty in her large, clear eyes. She was self-controlled as she stood there in front of the gallows. The voice of the Commander shouted: `These three tried to escape from work; they are charged with treason and sabotage! For this, they will hang!' As the guard finished, the hangman tied ropes around the necks of the three and pulled up. My friend fell. A hissing sound went through the crowd. My heart was beating fast. Maybe they would let her live. I remember reading somewhere that there was such a law; if someone was hanged and fell, he would be allowed to live. For the Germans, however, there were no laws. Again, the noose was placed around Hela's neck, and this time there was no fumbling. We all had to watch. The guards were walking around our columns and making us look. Those who looked away were pushed with the guns; those who fainted, and many did, were poked with guns until they came to. I stood there and watched, trying to imagine that it was just another nightmare that would soon be forgotten. We were slowly learning to live with horror, tragedy, and cruelty. We were becoming immune to it, or so we thought. Not long after the first hanging, we were called to the Appellplatz again on a Sunday. This time we knew we had to witness another spectacle the Germans had prepared for us."