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Zum 20. Juli 1944: „Sehr viel Juden und sehr viel Mischvolk…“ (Graf von Stauffenberg) — Worte des Helden des deutschen Widerstands gegen Hitler. Man kann zu diesem Datum einiges sagen. Neil Armstrong betrat am 20./21. Juli 1969 den Mond. Alexander der Große starb am 20. Juli 323 v. Chr. (geboren 356 v. Chr.). Sir Edmund Hillary, Erstbesteiger des Mount Everest, wurde am 20. Juli 1919 geboren – genau 25 Jahre vor Stauffenberg. Hitler selbst am 20./21. Juli 1944: „Eine ganz kleine Clique ehrgeiziger, gewissenloser und zugleich verbrecherischer, dummer Offiziere hat ein Komplott geschmiedet, um mich zu beseitigen.“ Er kündigte kompromisslose Säuberung und Todesstrafen an. Erdoğan 2017 zum Putsch-Jahrestag: „Wir werden den Verrätern die Köpfe abhacken.“ Unsere Politiker feiern den (späten) Widerstand der Nazi-Offiziere um Stauffenberg jedes Jahr mit großen Worten von Gewissen, Moral und „besserem Deutschland“ (Gauck, von der Leyen, Scholz, Steinmeier, Pistorius). Gleichzeitig hofieren sie den türkischen Despoten Erdoğan und forderten „juristische Aufarbeitung“ des Putsches gegen ihn. Die Heuchelei ist atemberaubend. Der 20. Juli-Widerstand kam extrem spät – erst als die Niederlage absehbar war. Es ging weniger um die Judenvernichtung oder echte Umkehr als um die Rettung der eigenen Haut und möglichst günstige Waffenstillstandsbedingungen. Stauffenberg & Co. waren keine selbstlosen Helden, sondern die Einäugigen unter den Blinden in einem weitgehend konformen Deutschland. Im Gegensatz dazu die frühe, mutige Weiße Rose. Dr. Rafael Korenzecher Herausgeber Jüdische Rundschau

In Auschwitz, my mother taught me three rules. Not stories. Not prayers. Rules. The kind that kept you alive. Rule one: Never make eye contact with a guard. Rule two: Never show that you are sick. Rule three: Never, ever, lose your bowl. I was five years old. I memorized them the way other children memorize nursery rhymes. The bowl was a small tin thing. Dented. Scratched. It held whatever thin soup they gave us once a day. If you lost your bowl, you had no bowl. If you had no bowl, you had no ration. If you had no ration, you understand. I guarded that bowl with everything I had. I slept with it. I held it against my chest during roll call. I knew where it was every second of every day. Then one morning, I fell into the latrine. There is no delicate way to say this. The latrines in Auschwitz were wooden boards with holes cut into them over a pit. The holes were large. I was very small. I was in a hurry. I slipped. I went in up to my neck. The smell. The cold. The rats. I do not need to describe it. Your mind already knows. My mother tried to pull me out. She could not. I was slippery and she had no strength. None of us had strength. We had not eaten properly in months. She called out. Other women came. Together they pulled me free. Someone found a hose. They sprayed me down in the cold air while I stood there shaking. I did not cry. Rule number one in Auschwitz was the same rule everywhere, do not attract attention. But I got sick. Very sick. The kind of sick that comes from rats and filth and cold water and a body that has nothing left to fight with. And I remembered Rule Two, never show that you are sick. I hid it from everyone. From the guards. From the other children. Even from my mother, because I knew if she knew, she would do something. And doing something in Auschwitz got you killed. But someone saw. I do not know who. I do not know why they helped me instead of reporting me. I never knew. They took me to a room, a makeshift hospital. I lay in a bed, a real bed, not a wooden bunk, for the first time since we had arrived. I do not remember much of what happened next. The fever blurred everything. Days passed like smoke. When I came out, I still had my bowl. I had held it even in the latrine. Even in the fever. Even in the dark when I did not know where I was or what day it was. My mother looked at me when I came back. She looked at the bowl. She did not say anything. She just nodded, the way she nodded when something had gone the way it needed to go. People ask me what survival looks like. I tell them, sometimes it looks like a five year old girl climbing out of a latrine in a death camp, covered in filth, shaking with cold, still holding her tin bowl. Because she knew that the bowl was the difference between eating and not eating. Between living and not. Because her mother had told her. And she had listened. I am Tova Friedman. I fell into a latrine in Auschwitz at five years old. I came out still holding my bowl. Tova. #NeverForget #Survival #DaughterOfAuschwitz #ShesStillHere #TheirNamesLiveOn

Four UFC fighters who think life is a cage fight, while in reality all they do is spread lies and baseless claims about Israel. Let’s start with Khamzat Chimaev, who behind a microphone plays the hero, saying he is not afraid to die and is ready to take a rifle and come to Israel. Mr. Chimaev, a real man does not only talk, he shows up. So far you have mostly proven that you know how to talk, nothing more. Next we move to Khabib Nurmagomedov, who tells stories to anyone willing to listen, speaking as if he has been here, seen everything and knows exactly what is happening. Mr. Khabib, if Israel actually wanted to destroy the Palestinians, it would not look anything like what you are trying to sell to the world. Then there is Islam Makhachev, a man who sounds like a robot, barely able to connect two sentences, and when he finally does they are always against Israel. And finally Belal Muhammad, who tells everyone he is Palestinian, but forgets to mention that he was actually born in the United States, and he does not hold back from spreading lies about Israel as if he lives here and truly knows the reality. So to these four fighters I want to say one thing: War is not a cage, fighting is not a match, and reality is not another show for the cameras.

“I have recurring nightmares of people chasing and killing me.” In a new interview, Israeli singer Eden Golan said she is still dealing with anxiety from her performance at the Eurovision 2024. “I’m always afraid. I look in every direction like a security guard.” The young singer received so many death threats ahead of Eurovision that she was forced to wear a wig in Malmö whenever she left her hotel. And the threats were so severe that she feared she could be shot on stage. She was under constant and heavy security, including 8 bodyguards and a helicopter. Since then, Eden says many of her performances have been met with hostile protests from the Free Palestine crowd, but Eurovision was by far the worst. “I’ve had recurring anxiety since Eurovision: I walk into a place, a restaurant or a show, and someone shoots me from behind. I have recurring nightmares of people chasing me and killing me. But I’m learning to live with it. No one will silence me anymore.” Never forget that Eden, only 20, feared for her life simply for singing.

⚠️URGENT: Rozhin Hossein Nezhad was arrested at her workplace by Iran’s Islamic regime on January 24 in Kerman and faces a serious risk of execution. Her life is in danger. Be her voice.

⚠️ URGENT: Melika Azizi is being held in Lakan Prison in Rasht. Her family does not support her. She spoke out against the regime in court and was beaten for it. Her life is in danger. Be her voice.

In Paris during 1943, 18 year old Adolfo Kaminsky worked as an apprentice dyer in a textile shop under Nazi occupation. Through handling fabrics day after day, he had mastered chemistry, learning precisely how acids reacted with inks, which solvents dissolved particular pigments & how to alter colour right down to the molecular level. He never imagined this everyday skill would one day separate life from death for thousands. As the Gestapo intensified their hunt, identifying & deporting French Jews to concentration camps, their most powerful weapon was bureaucracy. Identity papers, ration cards, travel permits, all stamped, sealed, & certified. On the identification documents carried by Jews, one word stood out in bold blue ink: "JUIF". That single word spelled doom. The French Resistance approached Kaminsky with a desperate request. Could he erase that damning stamp without ruining the paper? Ordinary forgers failed, the inks were made to last & a clumsy attempt left obvious damage. Under dim lamplight, Kaminsky examined a sample document. He recalled a trick from the dye shop. Lactic acid could dissolve the specific Waterman blue ink used by the authorities, yet leave the paper fibres intact. It worked. Removing the word was merely the start. He then had to recreate entire identities, new names, fresh birth dates, convincing details. Every forgery demanded perfection, one mismatched shade of ink, one tiny inconsistency could bring torture & execution, not only for the bearer but for the entire network supporting them. The Resistance installed him in a concealed attic laboratory on the Left Bank. Requests poured in relentlessly. 50 birth certificates for children smuggled to Switzerland. 200 ration cards for families in hiding. 300 transit passes for escape routes across Spain. Kaminsky laboured, fumes from bleach & acids scorched his throat, irritated his eyes until the tears streamed. His fingers turned permanently dark with ink. Then he performed the calculation. Each document required roughly 2 minutes. In an hour he could produce 30. 30 opportunities for survival. Every hour of sleep meant thirty people might perish. Every minute of rest left someone exposed, trapped, waiting. "If I sleep for one hour, 30 people will die," he confided to his comrades in the Resistance. So he ceased sleeping. In one terrifying week, news arrived that an orphanage hiding 300 Jewish children faced an imminent raid. They required papers at once, or face trains to Auschwitz. Kaminsky sealed himself in the attic, forging without pause for two full days and nights. He produced birth certificates until his sight blurred and doubled. He continued until his hand locked in a painful cramp, forcing him to rub it back to life. Exhaustion finally claimed him, and he slumped forward onto the table. An hour later he jolted awake in horror, raging at his own weakness. Thirty people. He might have cost thirty lives by that brief collapse. He ate nothing. He returned immediately to his work. The children escaped. Month followed month, year followed year. Kaminsky persisted in that shadowy attic. The Nazis refined their document safeguards. He advanced his techniques in response. Victory counted in lives preserved, in children who reached adulthood, in families that endured. By August 1944, when Allied forces liberated Paris, Adolfo Kaminsky had forged documents credited with saving an estimated 14,000 men, women & children from the gas chambers. He refused every offer of payment. After the war he became a photographer, living quietly, modestly, almost invisibly. He spoke of his wartime deeds to no one. The man who rescued thousands simply vanished into ordinary existence. Only later in life did he share his story. Adolfo Kaminsky died in 2023 at the age of 97. The 14,000 lives he saved have multiplied into entire generations. The courage of a young man with a bottle of acid. May his memory forever be a blessing. 🕯️

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Die Bilder die uns aus den kurdischen Gebieten Syriens erreichen, lassen einem das Blut in den Adern gefrieren. Und das Schweigen aus Europa ist ohrenbetäubend. Die Kurden waren die verlässlichsten Partner des Westens in Syrien und teilen viele unserer Werte. Sie haben enorme Opfer gebracht und die "Drecksarbeit" des Westen im Kampf gegen den IS gemacht. Jetzt ist die Zeit gekommen, in der sie unsere Unterstützung brauchen. Wir dürfen sie in dieser dunklen Stunde nicht im Stich lassen.

Truppen der Al-Jolani-Regierung haben das Camp Al-Hol unter ihre Kontrolle gebracht. Damit kommen auf einen Schlag etwa 30.000 IS-AnhängerInnen frei. Der Westen hat die Büchse der Pandora geöffnet. Du blickst in Augen von Menschen, die dich entweder versklaven oder töten würden, wenn sie es könnten. Für sie bist du nur ein Ding, mit dem man machen kann, was man will. Meine Schwester @tuelintekkal besuchten im Sommer 2025 das Camp #AlHol. Jenes Camp, das in diesen Minuten von den IS-Verbündeten, den Truppen der s.g. „Interimsregierung“ in #Syrien, übernommen und befreit wird. Wir standen als Betroffene vor jenen, die uns nach dem Leben trachten. Sie sagten uns: „Wir warten auf den Tag, da Al-Sharaa uns befreit. Und dann werdet ihr hier drin sitzen.“ Jetzt ist dieser Tag gekommen. Was haben wir uns in den letzten Jahren den Mund fusselig geredet? Die Herkunftsländer der Dschihadisten, die nach Syrien und Irak strömten und sich dem „Kalifat“ anschlossen, müssen ihre „foreign fighters“ zurück nehmen. Ihnen Strafprozesse bereiten. De-Radikalisierungsprogramme durchführen. Oder zumindest gemeinsam mit den kurdischen Kräften ein Straftribunal einrichten. Damit diese Camps aufgelöst werden können und die Opfer derjenigen, die hier festgehalten werden, Gerechtigkeit erfahren. Nichts ist passiert. Stattdessen hat man einen international gesuchten Dschihadisten hofiert, der jetzt Fakten schafft. Der IS hatte die Absicht, die ethnisch-religiöse Gruppe der Jesiden in Gänze zu vernichten. 5000 JesidInnen wurden umgebracht, als der IS 2014 in Shingal einfiel. Hunderttausende flohen vor den Angriffen und sind bis heute vertrieben. Etwa 7.000 Frauen und Kinder wurden damals entführt. Mehr als 2800 gelten als vermisst – viele von ihnen werden in Al-Hol und in Rakka vermutet. Was wird jetzt mit ihnen geschehen? Jetzt, da ihre Peiniger – und danach sieht alles aus – in die Freiheit kommen? Tülin und ich wollten mit unserem Besuch auch, dass sie erfahren, dass hier zwei Jesidinnen waren, die nicht vergessen. Die weder sie vergessen, noch was passiert ist. Wir standen dort auch für alle Frauen und Kinder, die nicht mehr sprechen können. Für alle, die ermordet oder versklavt wurden. Die vergewaltigt wurden. Die so traumatisiert wurden, dass sie verstummt sind. Für jene, die ihre jesidische Identität abgelegt haben, um zu überleben. Zwischen dem IS und der aktuellen Terroristen-Regierung in Damaskus passt ideologisch kein Blatt. Wir haben Angst – um unsere Freunde in Rojava, in Schingal, um unsere Mitarbeiter und BACK TO LIFE Camps in irakisch-Kurdistan. Wir haben Angst um unsere jesidischen Frauen. Wir haben Angst vor einem neuen Genozid. Und keine Hoffnung, dass irgendwer uns hilft.

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Israeli PM Yitzchak Rabin on the battles he commanded in 1948: "It was sad. And above all, it was hard. If you read, you know: the Harel Brigade had 220 dead and 617 wounded in those battles. Some of them—really just children—were killed in front of me. Before my eyes. Some of them I buried with my own hands. I suppose that even if I had been 30 or 40, it would have been difficult. But I was 26, and the road to Jerusalem—and the lives of the people entrusted with keeping it open—were on my shoulders, under my responsibility. If we [my driver and I] had had time, I would ask Yechezkel (Sharabi, my driver) to pass by the cemetery at Kiryat Anavim [where the fallen of 1948 were buried]. For me, the hardest part of the War of Independence remained there, and will remain there forever." We didn't want the war of 1948, and we will never forget those who chose war.

In an act of extraordinary bravery, Adar saved 120 lives before Hamas murdered her. On October 7, 2023, as rockets and explosions filled the sky, Lt. Adar Ben-Simon and her fellow commanders made a split-second decision: protect everyone, at all costs. While ordering the trainees to remain sheltered, Adar ran toward the gunfire, taking positions at the base and confronting the terrorists head-on. For nearly 40 minutes, Adar and her commanders fought a heroic battle, preventing the terrorists from overtaking the Zikim base. An RPG strike took her life, but her courage saved 120 souls and stopped the terrorists from reaching nearby kibbutzim and beyond. Adar always puts others before herself. May her memory be a blessing.