I have many good friends who are Jewish. However, until 9/11, I could never really empathize entirely with the feeling of total revulsion they must have seeing people in Nazi uniforms. I certainly never has such feelings towards Russians, for example, even though their government wanted to destroy our system of life and replace it with communism. Then came 9/11 and the joyous celebration of this hideous, utterly wanton atrocity, by just about all the world's influential Mudslimes and all the dissembling and excuse making by every influential Mudslime group in this country. Now, when I see any of them in public wearing their traditional garb I fell the same, entirely rational, psycho-physical revulsion toward them my Jewish friends must feel towards individuals in Nazi uniforms. Strange thing, when you know somebody probably wants to murder you in the most horrible ways imaginable just because you're a loyal American, it tends to affect you a bit.
Yeah, I get that. What you feel is probably close to what Jews early on during nazi power felt when seeing a stormtrooper. “They mean me harm. “
But today, for us the children of holocaust survivors, seeing real nazis (on film) is different. My revulsion is based on that they DID murder my elderly great grandparents and so many members of my family and their friends. They gave my great grandparents, three of them, Vernichtungsdaten. Extermination Dates. They didn’t just murder them. They considered these beautiful loving people in my photos about whom I’ve heard so many good stories, lower than human, about the same as a cockroach. Extermination. I don’t know if there is a word for the revulsion and hate I feel.