yom hashoah

It's almost Yom HaShoah

And I just want to remind everyone that it’s a day that antisemites will be coming out of the woodwork to harass us

Nazis will send us threats and abuse

Leftist goyim will remind everyone that we weren’t the ONLY ones killed

Goyim of color will call it a white peoples genocide

Black goyim will compare it to slavery

Everyone will agree that we bring it up too often, and everyone will find a reason to bring up Israel

These things happen all The time already, but you can bet it’s going to increase dramatically on Yom HaShoah. If you dont think you Can handle it, i highly recommend staying offline on the 15th

Take care!

Why Am I Angry?

Where do we even start, y’all?

(Disclosure: I am Jewish. I have read the blurb and first chapter of the book. I refuse to read any more because I can’t stomach it. I have read reviews of the book. Many of them. I also have absolutely no patience anymore for what is happening.)

As you may have heard, there was a book published and nominated for lots of awards. Said book is a “romance” between a Jewish girl and the head of a concentration camp.

And people are still confused why we’re upset?

I don’t…understand how y’all are still confused why we’re furious.

Let me help y’all understand.

(Here are some other links about what’s been happening.)

Now, let’s break this down.

Exactly what are the things we’re angry about?


What is considered a romance? A consensual relationship.

What’s not considered a romance? A non-consensual relationship.

The head of a concentration camp could have killed a Jew at any time. Ever. Because he could. Why? Why not? The heads of the camps were not ever known for being “nice”. Or “compassionate”. Or pick any word that would positively describe someone.

There are stories that when the higher ups came to visit the camps, they would gather a room full of the prettiest Jewish girls they could find. (And yes. Many were blonde haired and blue eyed) And they would shuttle all these girls into the gas chambers, and let the higher up turn it on and watch the girls die.

The heads of the concentration camps were the things nightmares were made of. The regular soldiers in the camps were awful enough. The heads? The heads were monsters.

No Jewish girl would have fallen in love with someone who was in charge of a killing factory of her own people.

None of them. Ever.

The head of a concentration camp and a Jew would not be consensual anything. It would be rape. It would maybe be Stockholm Syndrome. But it would in no way, shape, or form, be consensual.

Did things like this happen? Where SS soldiers would rape Jewish women?

Yes. Multiple times.

There are people alive today that are the result of SS soldiers raping Jewish women.

It was never consensual.

Do you want to write a book about the head of a concentration camp and a Jewish girl? I don’t suggest you do, but if for some reason you decide it’s a good idea, please remind yourself that any relationship they have is not a consensual one, thereby, not a romance.


Apparently, “Jew converts to Christianity” is a trope in inspirational romance.

Pardon me while I go and vomit.

For Jewish people, converting is a big no no.

A very, very, very big no no.

Also, just a few key words for you to remember. The Crusades. The Spanish Inquisition.


I didn’t know, until last night, that that was something that happened in IR. I don’t spend much time there.

But let’s be real clear, shall we?

You may not use tragedies that we have suffered through as a vehicle for your religious agenda.

I tweeted about this last night, and I’m going to say it again here.

Jesus would not have helped anyone in the Holocaust. The Nazis were meticulous in their Jew hunting. If you were even an eighth Jewish, meaning that ONE grandparent was Jewish, you were sent to the camps.

You could have been the Christianest Christian, but if there was any Jewish blood in you, they didn’t care.

So don’t tell me Jesus would have saved me in the Holocaust. Jesus would have been in the concentration camp, too.

He was Middle Eastern and Jewish. He wouldn’t have lived.


There were uprisings in the concentration camps that nobody talks about. In Sobibor, they had a successful uprising, and many of the people in the camps were able to escape. Many lived.

But people don’t talk about uprisings. They don’t talk about the Jews who hid in forests the entire war, killing any Nazi they could.

Because it’s so much easier to look at Jews as helpless and useless. It makes us less human and more lambs to the slaughter.

And yes, there were people who went like lambs to the slaughter. They didn’t know. And yes, I’m sure it was, in some ways, easier for them, not knowing what was going to happen.

But most people knew exactly what was happening.

After living in ghettos.

After being crammed into train cars and watching the person next to you die.

After working in the concentration camp every day, and not know if you were going to live to see tomorrow.

But painting Jewish people like they were innocent little children dehumanizes them. 

They were rabbis and artists and farmers and carpenters and scientists and doctors and butchers and bankers and tailors and musicians.

They were not helpless little children who were suffering without Jesus before the Holocaust. Please stop painting them as such.


You know, until last night, I was willing to give KB the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she was just a terribly, terribly misguided evangelical Christian. (That wouldn’t have made things better at all. It just would have maybe explained how she was okay writing a book like this.)

But no.

When you use the gates of Auschwitz as promotional material, you go from being ‘perhaps misguided’ to blatantly anti-Semitic.

Filed under things I never in my wildest nightmares thought I would have to say: “Don’t use the gates of Auschwitz to promote your awful, non-consensual ‘romance novel’.”

And yet.

This is basically the definition of not okay.

1.1 MILLION Jews were killed in Auschwitz. 1 out of 6 Jews that died in the Holocaust were killed there.

It is a place where unspeakable horrors happened.

The name alone is triggering to many Jewish people.

She used the gates of Auschwitz.

“Arbeit macht frei”

Work will make you free.

Work did not make anyone in that concentration camp free.

She apparently also used Yom HaShoah, Holocaust Remembrance Day, as promotion.

Quoted from her blog: “I’m happy to report a wonderful response to my recent newsletter book giveaway in honor of Holocaust Remembrance Day.” 


You don’t use genocide as a way to promote your anti-Semitic book.



Let’s start by saying, um, Kate. What version of the Book of Esther have you read? Is there another version I have never read or learned?

(Yes, there is. I have never read the Christian version of the Book of Esther. Was I wrong to assume it was basically the same? It seems so.)

I have learned the Book of Esther in depth. Many times. And so, when someone tries to claim that they wrote a ‘retelling’ of Esther when it is CLEARLY not, I feel the need to prove them wrong.

A few points:

*According to absolutely nobody did Esther ever ‘fall in love’ with Achashverosh. According to many people, she was married to Mordechai. So. Just FYI. (Oh, and? She never wanted to become Achashverosh’s wife.)

*Esther did not love Haman. Really, y’all. This did not need to be spelled out.

*Esther did not lose her Judaism when she was Queen. If anything, her Judaism strengthened.

*When Haman was killed, the Jews didn’t lean back and say, “Okay, we’re good now.” The decree to kill every Jew hadn’t been revoked, so there was a decree sent out that the Jews were able to fight back. (Esther 8:11)

*When the day came in Adar, the Jews fought back, and after the first day, Esther asked Achashverosh if the Jews in Shushan (the capital city) could have another day. (Esther 9:13) But they didn’t touch the spoils, as mentioned each time.

*The Jews of Shushan killed 500 “important people” the first day, and 300 the second day. The rest of the Jews in Achashverosh’s rule killed 75,000 people. They did not sit back and forgive the people who were still going to try to kill them. 

*Do you know why Jews dress up on Purim? One reason is because that day in Adar, when the Jews fought back, many people dressed up as Jewish people in order not to be killed.


You know what my favorite Holocaust-Purim story is?

In Esther (9:7-10), the ten sons of Haman are listed as being hung. And for some reason, the formatting of those specific sentences are very different than the rest of that of the Book of Esther.

The letters taf, shin, and zayin are smaller than the rest of letters. Any Hebrew copy of the Book of Esther is like that. It’s not an error.

In Hebrew, letters are all used as numbers.

Taf, shin, and zayin added together equal to 707.

When writing the Hebrew date, we don’t write the “5”, the first number. So this Hebrew year, 5775, is written in Hebrew as taf shin ayin hey.

The year 5707 was 1946.

What happened in the year 1946?

The Nuremberg Trials.

Ten people were killed. (Goerig had committed suicide while in prison.)

One of the people who were hanged was Julius Streicher, the publisher of the anti-Semitic newspaper, Der Sturmer, and noted Nazi.

When he was brought to be hung, at one point, he yelled the words “Purimfest 1946!”

But it wasn’t Purim time. It was October.

October 16th, which was Hoshanah Raba, the day in which God seals the verdicts of Rosh Hashanah for the following year.

Haman was a direct descendant of Amalek.

There are those who say that the Nazis were descendants of Amalek as well.

There are no coincidences in Judaism. 


 Please see point #2.


It was a top pick by RT Book Reviews. It got a star from the Library Journal. It was a finalist in the inspirational category at RWA, but it was also nominated for Best First Book.

As mentioned before.

A non-consensual romance is not, in fact, a romance.

Thereby ineligible to be part of the RITAs.

RWA released a statement, which was literal bullshit.

I rewrote it for them HERE.

Dear Kate Breslin,

What books did you read to do research for your book? Did you read Mein Kapf? The Protocols of the Elders of Zion? Every copy of Der Sturmer you could find? 

What books did you read?

You obviously never read The Diary of Anne Frank. Go, My Son. Tell The World. Maus. Night. Boy 30529. The Endless Steppe. Man’s Search For Meaning. Inside The Gas Chambers. Triumph of Hope. They Called Him Mike. 

You have obviously never visited any Holocaust Museum. 

Never heard the shaking voices giving testimony of the horrors they lived through.

Never saw the pictures the Nazis took. Pictures the American soldiers took. 

Never saw the bunk beds. The shoes. The piles of glasses. The faded yellow stars. The pictures of synagogues, burned. The crumpled baby clothing. 

You have never seen the numbers on faded arms.

You have never heard an eighty seven year old woman screaming in Yiddish for her mother not to die when you go visit a nursing home.

You have never seen the friends of this woman, who cry with her while she remembers.

You have never been told in a shaky voice, “Shaifalah, you look just like my sister did.”

You have never visited the nursing home week after week with your friends in elementary school. You have never seen the comfort of Holocaust survivors when you sit for hours and listen to them tell you stories about their lives before Hitler ripped it all away.

You have never had old women think you were their sister and cry to you, asking what they would do now that Mama and Papa were dead. You have never had to run your shaking eleven year old hand up and down their back, and tell them they were going to be okay, they would live, they would be okay, don’t cry, don’t cry as they leaned on you like you were the only anchor in a world gone to hell.

You have never had old men cry as you sat with them, remembering their wives being shot before them.

You have never been begged to not forget what happened to your people, to not let Hitler win, don’t let him don’t let him don’t let him win, honey. You keep living and you keep going and you remember what he did to me and what he did to your people remember remember remember over and over like a chant you can not stop singing, like a beat you can not stop marching to this is the life we live.

You have never sat sobbing after leaving a museum. You have never felt the bile rise in your mouth when you see a picture of the skeletal, naked bodies of your people. You have never felt punched in the face when you saw video footage of Nazi rallies. You have never experienced the terror in your heart from watching a video of Hitler.

You have never looked up the town your family is from, only to see a note saying that the entire town was destroyed by the Nazi, and hardly any Jews survived.

You have never had people throw the word “Auschwitz” at you like a joke and then ask why you weren’t laughing.

You have never seen the words “Heil Hitler” in your grandma’s yearbook and thought you were going to cry. You have never asked your grandmother, who was born in 1945 and converted to Judaism at 19, why people wrote that in her yearbook. You have never had to hear your grandmother say that in 1961, people thought writing “Heil Hitler” was FUNNY.

You have never grown up singing songs about the Holocaust. You have never lived as a Jewish child after the Holocaust.

What research did you do, Kate Breslin? What did you read that gave you permission to write something like this?


Why are we still angry?

Why are we still angry?


Why are you giving us reasons to still be angry?

Why are you telling us that it’s not that big a deal?

That we’re too “WHITE” to have ever been persecuted?

That we don’t have what to complain about?

When have you lived the life of a Jew in 2015? 

Have you realized yet that anti-semitism has never left? That it is more subtle now, that it’s ‘calm down, it wasn’t such a big deal’?

Why are we still angry?


We have never stopped being angry.

We will never stop being angry.

Selected News Stories About Antisemitism and Antisemitic Violence from the Past Year:

Information and Opinions on Yom HaShoah:

Information about the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising (the date of Yom HaShoah was chosen for its proximity to the anniversary of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising):

Last Year’s Post on Yom HaShoah

May the memories of all we have lost be for a blessing.


Holocaust Remembrance Day (Yom HaShoah)

For more photos from the observation of Yom HaShoah, see the #YomHaShoah and #יוםהשואה hashtags and the a href=“Yad Vashem location page.

From sunset today to sunset tomorrow marks Yom HaShoah (יום השואה), a day to honor the memory of the six million Jews who died in the Holocaust.

Yom HaShoah is a national holiday in Israel, commemorated by speeches by the President and Prime Minister at Yad Vashem, the lighting of six torches by Holocaust survivors, prayers by the chief rabbis and two minutes of silence across the nation. While other countries have their own Holocaust days as well, many Jews around the world also observe the day at home and at important historical sites.

I lost my last name to hatred

In the years after the holocaust, my grandfather, a russian jew, wanted to go to medical school, but they refused to admit most jewish applicants. But he was determined to go, so he sumbitted two identical applications to the same school- one with his jewish last name, one with a bastardized, americanized version that completely non-jewish. The first was rejected but the second was accepted. My grandfather went on to become a doctor and helped so many people, but I will never forgive the antisemites who stole my last name.

Today, on Yom Hashoah, my last name is Balinski. I remember. 

Look at this picture. What do you see? You might see ordinary people.

I don’t.

These aren’t ordinary people to me. These people are my relatives, my family.

Everyone, let me introduce you to my great-grandparents, Jonas and Eleonore (Rothenstein) Steinhaus, the people in the right and center, respectively. The woman on the left is my great-aunt, Margarethe “Grete” (Steinhaus) Kaiser.

Jonas was born on September 13, 1877 in a city then called Tarnopol, in what was then the Austro-Hungarian Empire. (It is now known as Tarnopil’, in the Ukraine.) Eleonore was born probably sometime in early January 1879, in Tarnow, also in the same Empire. (It is now Tarnow, Poland.) When they were both young, they moved to Vienna, the capital city of the Empire. They got married in the Staadttempel in May 1904. The next April, they had their first child, a girl, named Margarethe, whom my entire family refers to as Grete. They also had a son, named Hans, who was born in January 1913.

From the little bit I do know about him and his family, they lived in District II of Vienna which was known then as the “Jewish District.” He also owned a leather goods store on the first floor (the ground floor for those of you in England) of his apartment building while he and his family lived up on the second (aka first) floor. From what I do know, I think they had a happy life there.

In 1926, Hans had his Bar Mitzvah at their local synagogue, the Leopoldstaadter Temple. And in 1929, Grete was married to Siegfried Kaiser also in the Staadttemple.

In 1938, their world turned to hell.

The Nazis marched into Vienna in March of ‘38, and life began to get worse for them. Siegfried was arrested in June of '38, got taken to one (if not two) concentration camps, which lasted for a year. In August, Hans fled. And in November, Kristallnacht (“The Night of Broken Glass”) occurred. I’m guessing that probably Jonas’ store was broken into. That spring, Siegfried was released, got some help, and fled the country.

This picture was taken in the summer of 1941 and was sent to Hans who was in America by that time.

On September 13, 1942, Jonas celebrated his 65th birthday. The next day, the three of them along with almost 7,000 Viennese Jews were loaded onto cattle cars and taken to Camp Maly Trostinec in Belarus. There, 50 people were selected to work on the farm there. Jonas, Elenore, and Grete were not among them. They were taken with the rest of the people there to a ditch where they were shot.

Jonas was 65, Eleonore was 63, and Grete was 37. They were killed all for the sake of being Jewish.

Never forget.

Please share this. Please reblog this. I want their story to live on the Internet, to know that they have “lived” in some way in at least one person’s mind. Let this be a lesson, to remember what happens when we let hate overcome our world.

Today marks holocaust remembrance day. Today we remember the innocent souls that died because of their religion, their sexuality, their race, their   disability and because they were different. 11 millions souls perished in    this genocide (6 million of them were Jews). Let this be a reminder of   the outcome of where hatred and  ignorance can lead. Let us learn from     history and bring light instead of darkness into this world.

Most importantly, let it serve as a reminder that If humanity has the power to destroy 11 million lives, it also has the power to save 11 million lives; the power to turn ashes into trees.

UGH, all over fucking Tumblr, everyone’s like “Remember the 6 million Jews today…but you know who else died?” and then talks about all the other groups.

Today is not for everyone.  It is for us.  There are days out there for everyone.  Some of the other groups, I believe, have their own days that they chose and set aside to mourn their own loss.

But today, Yom haShoah, is about the Jews who were brutalized, tortured, experimented on, and murdered by the Nazis and their collaborators.

Trying to make today about other groups, especially if you’re not Jewish, is antisemitic.  It is telling us that we don’t have a right to a day of mourning.  It is minimizing Jewish suffering, as well as the suffering of the others who died, because you’re using them as a cheap weapon against Jews.

In conclusion:

But you don’t HAVE to be.  Be better, and respect others.  Now get the fuck out of our tags for ONE FUCKING DAY.


צפירת זיכרון - Holocaust Remembrance Day Siren by hdakar

יום הזיכרון לשואה ולגבורה

Holocaust Remembrance Day

דקר חנוך | Photographed by hanok dakar


This is Rosa Spier, born in the Hague in 1891.  Recognized as a great talent from a young age, Spier would become the harp professor of the Amsterdam Conservatory in 1925, and later the harpist with the Netherlands Radio Orchestra and the Concertgebouw Orchestra.  In 1941, all Jewish musicians in the Netherlands were forced to leave their jobs.  Although she continued to play with the Jewish Symphony Orchestra, she was soon forced in to hiding.  She was eventually betrayed, and her home emptied, though before officials could confiscate or destroy it, her neighbor noticed her harp and removed it from the home, storing it themselves.  She was deported to Theresienstadt concentration camp, but in 1945, during a prisoner exchange, she was able to escape to Switzerland.  When Spier returned to her home after the war, she had lost all of her possessions, except for her harp, kept still by her neighbor.  After the war she continued to give many concerts despite her failing health.  In her late life, an idea came to her for a retirement home for elderly musicians where they could live out their older years while still contributing to the arts.  Although she would not live to see the opening, the Rosa Spier Huis in Laren, NL has been host to numerous elderly artists and scientists of great standing. Rosa died in 1967.  She is remembered for her dedication to music and the arts and her unbridled tenacity.

May her memory be a blessing.