Why American Jews Should Forget about Black America
Jews have no time for the insufferable antics of American blacks who are steeped in Antisemitism, are often radical Arabists, and have forfeited our friendship
By
David Gottfried
This video demonstrates the black predilection to doom all attempts at progressive renewal because of a narcissistic refusal to consider anything but black pain. In this video, blacks walk out of a meeting with white progressives because they find the incineration of thousands of Vietnamese with napalm a bore. The only non-black pain that blacks care about is Palestinian pain, and that is a product of black antisemitism, pure and simple.
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The New York Times reported, on June 7, 2024, that the NAACP (The National Association for the Advancement of Colored People) decided to train its jaundiced sense of justice on the Middle East. It veritably screamed at the Biden Administration, imploring it to halt the sale of any and all armaments to the State of Israel. Of course, much of black America has in no uncertain terms expressed its antipathy toward Israel. Shortly after Arab terrorists invaded Southern Israel, drove nails through women’s vaginas and beheaded babies, 1000 black pastors, in their best Baptist fire and brimstone tradition, signed a letter blasting Israel.
The Only Non-Black Issues Blacks Care About are Issues Pertaining to Jews – and Blacks use these issues to oppose the Jews
Generally, blacks and black organizations have evinced boredom about any issues that do not pertain to blacks and blackness. They never flooded into the ranks of the environmental movement, the women’s movement, the gay movement or the movement to fight AIDS. 1 As the video posted at the commencement of this essay reveals, many blacks were indifferent to the burning of hundreds of thousands of Vietnamese with napalm and held that being forced to sit at the back of the bus was a harm equivalent to that of a Vietnamese toddler being incinerated by American napalm.
Likewise, blacks do not seem the slightest bit dismayed by the incarceration of millions of Muslims in Western China, the persecution of Chistian Copts in Egypt, Maronite Christians in Lebanon, Ukrainians at the hands of the Russians, ethnic Russians in Poland, Hindu minorities in Bangladesh, Black Africans in Southern Sudan, Tutsis in Rwanda, Native Americans on reservations, Huguenots in France, Basques in Spain, homosexuals in the Arab world, girls subjected to clitorectomies in the Arab world, the use of poison gas against the Kurds, etc. etc. etc.
Ah, but when black Americans consider anything pertaining to Jews or Jewishness, all of their ghetto sluggishness and complacency vanish and they assume the alacrity of bloodhounds on a Royal British foxhunt. They can’t wait to sink their teeth into some tender Jewish flesh. The gravamen of all of their complaints against Jews seem to revolve round the idea that Jews are a race of rich bastards who never care about anyone or anything but the Jews.
Of course, the Jews are far from blameless. But our flaws are antithetical to the flaws that blacks perceive. Our mistake is not our alleged egocentrism. Our mistake is our deeply engrained and often highly pathological liberalism. And I suggest that Jews heal their psychological flaws, and we can start by forgetting about black Americans.
Jewish Liberalism and other Woody Allenesque Absurdities
Friederich Nietzsche used to say that he was the best critic of decadence because his life was steeped in decadence. I certainly won’t say that I am the best or keenest critic of Jewish liberalism (I don’t have the syphilitic dementia that fueled Nietzsche’s haute grandiosity), but I will say that I am a perceptive critic of Jewish liberalism because my life was steeped in Jewish liberalism.
When my Mother started Brooklyn College at age 15, and was asked to define the word “capitalist,” she told her professor that a capitalist was a “legal thief.” (I still largely agree with my late Mother on that score.)
When I was 6 going on 7, I was a camper at the JCH day camp. JCH stood for Jewish Community House, and it was the inner-city country club for poor Jews. My day camp, just a stone’s throw from the street where Barbara Streisand was raised, didn’t have a pool and it didn’t have enough space for a baseball field so the domain for our ball-playing encompassed the front yard, the back yard, the street adjacent to the Pizzeria, and the asphalt where cars careened down the block. Did we poor Jews wallow in our poverty. Of course not. We didn’t know we were poor – except on those horrid days when we visited our haughty toity rich relatives on Long Island. We weren’t told that we were an oppressed minority. We were at day camp to play ball.
However, being a Jewish Camp, they had to clutter our activities with stuff that touched on the moral, social and political, and we were taught about the movement that was all the rage in the Summer of 1964, the black civil rights movement. And so my Jewish Day Camp saw fit to teach us the songs of the black, agrarian workers of the Old South. I can still remember the lyrics of this ancient, mournful tune (I will spare you my spirited, full-throated rendition of the song):
“You gotta Jump down turn around pick a bale of cotton
You gotta Jump down turn around pick a bale of hay
Hey, Lawdie, pick a ball of cotton
Hey, Lawdie, pick a bale of hay”
At that time, about one third of the whites, who journeyed South to join the freedom riders and the Mississippi Freedom Summer, were Jewish. (Jews were at most about 2 or 3 percent of America’s population) Of course, the Jews who journeyed South could have devoted their energies to fellow Jews in need. In the early 1960 ‘s, there were hundreds of thousands of Jewish refugees from Hitler huddled in tenements in New York City’s teeming slums, but of course the lords and ladies of Liberalism, sunning themselves on Martha’s Vineyard, had adjudged the black civil rights movement the only form of social protest that warranted our concern and told the Jews, Irish and Italians to shut up about their petty, parochial concerns.
Likewise, Jewish youth, in the early Sixties, could have worked on Kibbutzim in Israel. At that time, Israel was much weaker than she is today as she did not have the West Bank, she did not have the Golan Heights, and the Southern Tip of Israel, the port of Eilat which was the point of ingress for Iranian oil, was a mere dot surrounded by the Egyptians to the West, the Jordanians toward the North East and the Saudis to the South East. Finally, Israel was a mere 9 miles thick only 2 miles North of Tel Aviv, her point of greatest population density. 2
But back in the early 60’s, when Israel’s foothold was so precarious and the Arabs called for drowning the Jews in the Mediterranean Sea, thousands of Jews journeyed to the South to fight for civil rights.
In 1966, SNCC, the black student nonviolent coordinating committee, told whites, many of whom were Jews, to get lost as their presence in the civil rights movement was no longer wanted. Please, Gullible Pussified 3 White Liberals: Remember SNCC’s ousting of whites when you hear blacks complain that whites are not sufficiently attentive to black agony.
In 1967, blacks wanted our help again even though they had just told us to get lost. They wanted New York Jews to support them in their effort to decentralize the New York City Public Schools and give more power to local communities. New York Jews promptly did as black activists had demanded. Community control became all the rage, and as soon as local control of the schools was established in the Oceanhill-Brownsville District of Brooklyn, the local despots said that Jewish teachers prevented black children from learning to read and dismissed all the Jewish Teachers. The heavily Jewish teachers’ union went on strike, and New York’s radical radio station, WBAI (apparently, the first gang of radicals who opposed he right to strike), hosted a poetry reading by a supposedly brilliant and Avant Garde black grand dame of verse. Her shattering, angelic poem: “Hey you Jewboy, with that Yamaka on your head, oh how I wish you would drop dead.”
The Death of Illusion and the Beginning of Life
I suppose I sound a bit racist. Perhaps, we need an honest conversation about race. Indeed, every few months, for the past 50 years, I think I have heard blacks, or their sycophantic white sissies, say that “we” need an honest conversation about race. I think they are correct. However, I don’t think they really could stand an honest conversation about race because their idea of a conversation about race is a one-sided monologue recounting the abominable and numerous faults of white people.
I’ll admit it. We whites really are racist. And I really want to tell you why so many Northern ethnics, Irish, Italians, Jews, etc., who rallied around the Kennedys’ noble campaigns for civil rights, have soured so severely:
We are mad because hundreds of pleasant working class, lower middle income and middle-income ethnic neighborhoods, from Boston to New York to Chicago, including all the small cities in between, were destroyed when blacks surged North. You claim your northern homes were slums; but you often made decent buildings rat traps because you wouldn’t clean your homes. Crime rose through the Post War era, and elderly people were afraid to leave their homes. Hell, I think blacks feel the same way. Of course blacks are in favor of integration; they want to get away from their riotous rabble.
We are mad because we have heard what you have to say about the disparate conditions of blacks and white, and it seems like such unmitigated rubbish. You claim that your academic and social lags are the consequence of poverty and discrimination, but every white person who has ever endured hardship knows that your excuses are bloody lies. For example, when I grew up, the only animals I had ever seen were dogs, cats, roaches and rats. When I grew up, I endured many frozen nights when the landlord opted not to give us heat. When I grew up, I did not have a father; he died, as a consequence of festering wounds from serving in World War Two, when I was six. When I grew up, I encountered a thousand and one physical and social infirmities, but I never had any academic problems. My Mother often starved in the depression, but that didn’t stop her from starting Brooklyn College at 15.
But most of all, I am through with you because of Israel. A recitation of arguments proving the validity of the Zionist position is discussed in previous posts I wrote. 4
But then again, do arguments matter. Do the bigoted hordes care a whit about the truth. Whether we are taking about the UN, which uses its purported neutrality to worm its way through and erode Israel’s defenses, or whether we are talking about fat and brassy nincompoops at the City University of New York, whose Weltanschauung (German for world-view) consists, in its entirety, of videos on tit toc that don’t exceed 30 seconds in length, we are talking about vulgar cretins who decided the case in advance.
In 1972, I asked a black girl, at a Mc Govern rally, what she thought about the conflicts in the Mid East. She said a lot, and I don’t remember her words verbatim, but the general gist of her remarks were as clear as crystal:
“I’m for them, what you call them, the Egyptians, no I mean I am for them Arabians or maybe what you call the Saudi Arabians.”
She did not say she was for the Palestinians because the myth, that the Palestinians comprised an Arab group independent of and separate from other Arabs in the region5 had not yet been fully disseminated.
Finally, the buxom, brutish, big fat black girl spoke her mind with perfect clarity: “I’m for the side that is against the Jews.”
And black girl, I am against you.
Years ago, when I attended ACT UP’s weekly meetings in New York, the members of ACT UP routinely excoriated themselves for the paucity of black members. They finally moved to Harlem to get more black attendees. The blacks still did not come. I finally told some fellow ACT Up members that if they wanted to boost black membership, we’d have to hand out 20-dollar bills to blacks. Read Caro’s biography of Lyndon Johnson: In some elections, LBJ got Mexican votes by giving them five-dollar bills and shots of Tequilla.
We are told that if Israel were to withdraw to these claustrophobic, concentration camp frontiers, the Arabs would be appeased, and peace would bloom. However, that’s a patent lie: In the late 50’s, when Israel was confined to those claustrophobic frontiers, the United States was a proponent of the so-called “Alpha” peace plan by which Israel would give half the Negev to Egypt (which hadn’t ruled any part of the Negev at any time from the days of the Pharaohs till the present) and supposedly get peace in return. The Arabs still demanded everything.
Don’t give me shit for using an antigay slur. I am gay.
The Palestinians are not a distinct nationality, and should be welcomed in any Arab state, because a) There never was a Palestinian state ruled by non-Jewish people from Palestine, b) the name Palestine was created by Titus in an effort to erase the memory of Judea, c) there is no Palestinian language, d) there is no Palestinian religion and e) most importantly, from 1948 to 1967, when the West Bank was controlled by Jordan, and Gaza was controlled by Egypt, no one said that Egypt and/or Jordan were treading on Palestinian rights to statehood or autonomy.