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It would be impossible
for me to ever truly understand or feel what my relatives experienced in Nazi-run
Warsaw. It was not a good end for most of them. The few that did make it out of
Poland left around 1920. And although they well knew what happened to the rest
of the family, it was something that was never discussed while I was growing up.
Were my grandfather or great-aunt and great-uncle alive today, I would ask many
questions about those years and the ones we lost. But those who knew Warsaw are
long gone and I am truly grateful that they, and my mother, do not have to see
what is happening to the world today. Segregating society using a false narrative,
separating clean from unclean, should not happen more than once
in a person’s lifetime.
For nearly two
years there has been a well-orchestrated effort to control, separate, and
conquer the peoples of the world. A campaign of fear for a non-deadly virus, foisted
upon those who have forgotten history and ignore the facts, has worked. Moreover,
the utmost has been done to silence and disparage the minds of reason who speak
the truth. Scientism has won out over science.
We have now
reached the point of total lockdowns for the unvaccinated in Germany and
Austria, with mandatory vaccines to begin in the coming months. Australia
currently has prison camps, and Canada is not far behind. Make no mistake, home
detention and forced vaccinations are just around the corner for Americans.
Because I refuse
to take the experimental gene-therapy jab, I am now excluded from nearly every
activity in my community other than going to the grocery store. I am not
allowed into restaurants, movie theaters, coffee shops, gyms, dental offices,
pharmacies, any large event, indoors or out, religious gatherings, and more. I
am excluded from finding gainful employment as all of the above require a CDC
vaccine pass for employment.
I have no doubt
that I will soon not be allowed to fly on an airplane or get on a train or bus.
It may be more difficult to erect prison camps for the unvaxxed in the United States,
but it is not beyond the realm of possibility.
However, unlike
my family in Warsaw, no one knows that I am unclean. In a town where
nearly 100% of the population aged twelve and above is vaxxed, (and 70% of
those aged five to eleven), someone like me – a woman of a certain age,
goes unnoticed. My invisible yellow star marking my status may not be apparent
to those around me, but it is to me.
To live in a
community where seemingly not one other person is concerned with the
destruction of our civil liberties, and then happily goes along with the medical
tyranny taking place, is soul crushing. To exist within a city that thinks you
are evil, accuses you of wanting to kill others, of being selfish, and of being
ignorant, is a tough road. To fight the good fight all on my own becomes more burdensome
with each passing day.
However, I will
never give in and fall prey to the madness. I will continue to fight with what
I can, and those are my words. Even if that is all I have to offer, I have to
believe it counts for something.
I do not feel
the fear that my Warsaw relatives must have endured. But possibly I can
understand how they must have felt watching their rights being stripped away
while the world stood by and let it happen.
In the name of
all those I lost, and the millions more, I will never surrender. זצ"ל
