The OFFICIAL Demonizing of the Nation of Islam
The Bible says (Matt. 25:32) “Before Him shall be gathered all nations.” The Holy Qur’an says, “you shall see all nations kneeling before Him and they shall be judged out of their own books.” The government keeps a record of their governmental accounts. They have books in the library and in the courts which tell how they have ruled the people. They have a record of how they have judged the people.
—The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad, 1974
How does the poison of Jewish racism spread throughout the white world? It is through an historically racist media in conjunction with OFFICIAL AGENCIES of the United States government. Black slavery and racial repression (‘making others work for them’) is not an American “mistake.” From DAY ONE in 1776, slavery has been the most highly profitable part of the white American economy. ANY Black leader who comes to upset that reality becomes the target of a satanic clique of racial racketeers, and the charge of “anti-Semitism” is their most potent political-economic weapon.
These thugs and antisemitism hucksters buy up elected officials, who then act on their behalf to establish their anti-Black hatred as OFFICIAL policy. “The Congressional Record is the official record of the proceedings and debates of the United States Congress.” And on June 8, 1994, we saw a tag-team operation between a foreign media entity—The Jerusalem Report—and the United States Congress to target citizens of the United States: The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan, the Nation of Islam, and Black YOUTH(!)—and make them the ENEMY of America! (See here how Israeli officials have deemed Black youth Israel’s “major problem.”)
Here is how the Jewish writer Anne Roiphe’s libelous remarks were ensconced into the Congressional Record (Volume 140, Number 70, June 8, 1994 [see below]) via the agency of Illinois senator Paul Simon:
SINKING INTO THE MUD
Sen. PAUL SIMON (Illinois). Mr. President, hatreds hurt everyone, and they distort our thinking. When a person is hated, it is easy to hate in return. In reading the Jerusalem Report the other day, I came across a column by Anne Roiphe with the heading “Sinking Into the Mud” and the subhead: “One of the terrible things about this round of anti-Semitism is that it makes me hate back and just as widely, just as ignorantly.” It is sad to note that hatred toward groups, of whatever background, seems to be rising in our country. I urge my colleagues to read the column by Anne Roiphe, and I ask that it be inserted into the Record at this point.
The column follows:
Sinking Into the Mud
Louis Farrakhan is not the last Haman or even the most remarkable but he does break the heart. “Again,” we sigh, “You,” we think, “not you too,” as images of Abraham Joshua Heschel standing at the side of Martin Luther King, and Schwerner and Goodman lying dead in a Southern ditch float through our heads. Farrakhan referred to the “narrow-minded common Jew” and stated, “The Jews cannot defeat me. I will grind them and crush them into little bits.” We don’t believe that major programs will spill out of Harlem (Crown Heights was most likely a singular event). But we do know that Farrakhan stirs up hatred, that he repeats and his followers repeat every vile anti-Semitic smear known to history and some that are reinvented for our time.
Steve Cokely, a Farrakhan sympathizer, a black activist in Chicago, gave a series of lectures in which he said that Jewish doctors have deliberately injected black children with the AIDS virus. How many times in our history have we been accused of starting or spreading plague, small-pox, typhus etc? AIDS intentionally spread by Jewish doctors is just the newest form of the oldest blood libel. We really shouldn’t be surprised but we are. Now I am in the bus and I see the well-dressed, mild-looking black man opposite me pull out of his briefcase a book called “The Protocols of Zion,” or I overhear on the subway a young black man complaining about Jewish control of the movies, and I sit silently, look away, feel afraid. I have a friend who no longer wants her seven-year-old son to wear his yarmulke on Broadway. She thinks that with his yarmulke on he is a target for a crazy black person.
The air we breathe, the communal air of our cities has been poisoned. This does not mean that every black looks at every jew with hatred but enough do. The American pluralistic song begins to offend the ear with its sour notes. I begin to believe as I shop at the Korean vegetable store, as I head off to the bookstore, as I go downtown to the dentist, that I am moving through a fog of innuendo, bigotry and hatred. This is new to America, well perhaps not entirely new; Father Coughlin, Bilbo, the great anti-Semites of the desperate 1930s probably had a similar effect in the metropolis.
But it’s new for me, born in 1936. I always felt safe here as a Jew. The polite anti-Semitism of the social sort, country clubs closed, restricted apartments, never seemed to affect the way we lived and what we did with our minds. I always felt that the European barbarism would not cross the ocean. I believed that equality and brotherly love, if not yet in every mind, was a social goal that we were always steadily if slowly approaching. Hah! (Yes, I know Herzl told me so a long time ago.) And of course my own dormant racism rises to the bait. Now I look at a gaggle of black teenagers waiting in line ahead of me at the movies and I don’t think of their academic ambitions, nor am I amused by their young hormones racing as they tease one another. I avoid eye contact. I wonder if they’re carrying drugs or guns. I do not think of them as colleagues on my life journey. One of the terrible things about this round of anti-Semitism is that it makes me hate back and just as widely, just as ignorantly.
There has always been anti-shwartze feeling in the Jewish world. It came from the mouths of a generation imitating the worst in a profoundly racist American community. It was an infection caught from the American social grid. Now it has flared up in response to Farrakhan and his well-dressed followers who like undertakers come to bury us. The shock we feel about comparing catastrophes, defending ourselves against accusations of greediness or slave-trading, has left us numb, turning inward. So while the historians and sociologists pundit on about the tribal nature of man and the root causes of the fires of bigotry, we who live on day to day in this ragged American dream, attempt to find personal ways to hold on to our balance, continue to care for the child who needs a better school or a better health clinic, remember that we had a vision of a good life, decent housing, fair opportunity, and that vision was not just for ourselves and was never intended to fence anyone out. I will not let Farrakhan take from me my stand with Abraham Joshua Heschel and my old-fashioned desire to overcome everyone’s anguish. I don’t want to be dragged into the mud. Will I be able to help it?
