As I reflect on the anti-Arab protests around the world, I’m struck by a disturbing truth. If any other country were fighting against Hamas in Gaza, there would be barely a few dozen people showing up to protest. But when Israel is involved, it’s a different story. The hypocrisy is staggering.

I’ve seen it time and time again – when civilian casualties mount, thousands of people take to the streets, demanding justice. But when similar tragedies occur elsewhere, like in Russia, China, or Syria, the response is lukewarm at best. It’s as if the Jewish state is the only one that sparks this level of outrage.

And yet, I’ve come to realize that this isn’t just about Israel’s actions. It’s about the way darkness always seems to find an enemy in the Jewish people. Whether it’s the Nazis, Communists, or radical Islamists, they all share a hatred for the Jews.

As a Jew, I’ve always felt like I’m walking on eggshells, never knowing when the next wave of anti-Semitism (Jewish Racism) will sweep through. But in recent years, I’ve come to see that this isn’t just about being Jewish – it’s about being human. It’s about being connected to something greater than ourselves.

I’ve always been fascinated by the Jewish people’s ability to persevere despite centuries of persecution. And I’ve come to realize that this is because we’re not just fighting for our own survival – we’re fighting for something deeper. We’re fighting for goodness, morality, and love.

When darkness declares us as its enemy, it’s a badge of honor. It means that we’re still shining a light in the world, even in the darkest corners of humanity. And when we respond with love and compassion, rather than hate and anger, we’re showing that we’re still committed to being beacons of hope.

As I look back on my own experiences with anti-Semitism (Jewish Racism), I’m reminded of my wife’s grandmother’s words: “If you made me go back again, I would choose every time to be the person in the camp… I would rather be the persecuted good than the true perpetrators of evil.” Those words have stayed with me, and they remind me that even in the darkest times, there is always a way to rise above.

So, as I look out at the world around me, I’m filled with a sense of hope and purpose. I know that as long as we continue to shine our light, darkness will always try to extinguish it. But I also know that as long as we keep our hearts open to love and compassion, we’ll never truly be defeated.