A girl is emotionally abused by her mum, while other parents see what is happening and continue talking about their stupid little pleasures. The Jewish KKK took so many babies away. But if you pay attention children are treated horribly in many ways in western society too. Not bombed till their flesh flies in every direction, no, but it makes sense the west doesn’t mobilize to stop Israel from dumping children into the meat grinder.

Ever seen the movie Groundhog Day? Guy wakes up on the same day. Every day. No matter what he does.
It’s Friday evening. Am again at an ice cream parlor. Only for my son, cause I don’t even eat ice cream. The parents of his schoolmates talk about their holiday plans. Yet again. Two weeks of summer holidays a year. And fifty weeks a year talking about the summer holidays.
Oh and at the next table a mum is emotionally abusing her daughter. The little girl is crying and crying. Between her tears she tries to educate her mum on how to be… a caring mother. The girl was too ashamed to go and order an ice cream all by herself. The mum’s excuse is that her younger sister was with her. The girl says: ‘When I am so afraid to do something, you should go with me, not my younger sister.’ This is so insightful for such a small child that I instantly know: that mum terrorizes her children all the time. It’s also in her language: ‘Do not come close to me and go bawling your eyes out somewhere else. Or will just leave you here.’
That is horrendous. That is devasting. I do fucking therapy work with people and that’s exactly the stuff that messes up a person for the rest of their lives.

The most abused person among us, a woman horribly raped on a daily basis by her father, is the only one who speaks up, other than me, and alerts the other parents.

Several parents ask a kindergarten teacher what she thinks about the situation.

Here is where you should get really scared.

The kindergarten teacher says: ‘Oh well, we don’t know what happened before.’

We explain it to her.

She says: ‘Well, that girl has been crying for an unusually long time.’

If she ever gets tired of being a kindergarten teacher she can obviously get a much better paid job at the UN.

As we leave the ice cream parlor I pass the shitty mum and say out loud: ‘That’s the woman bullying her daughter.’

My voice was shaking in anger.

It won’t do the little girl any good, but I think a friend of the mum heard. There’s the tiniest chance that something clicks: maybe this ain’t right. But of course not. The entire time that friend, also a mum, just sat there licking her damn ice cream like a statue with a moving tongue. Of course with sun glasses. You don’t need too register much color if nothing touches you anyway.

Why did we ever expect that western countries would do anything about Israel covering children in the most pain human nerves are able to signal? To say nothing of the emotional hell Israel puts children in.

We are so kind and so good and so naïve that we actually thought that if everyone saw what Israel does something would gain momentum to stop it.

But I have just seen what a group of supposedly loving parents and a professional kindergarten teacher do when a mum tortures her child in public. Nothing at all.

I say tortured because the mother stabbed the girl again and again and again with hatred filled, sadistic sentences.

The woman with a history of severe abuse pointed it out several times: ‘That was bang, bang, bang, hit after hit after hit.’

A mini cosmos of how we react to atrocity.

Most shrug. The professional shrugs the most. The one who knows what abuse is cause she lived it speaks about it.

And the most empathetic of the bunch, me, fantasize about going to sit with that mum and telling her what she is doing, but of course I don’t. Just like I don’t drop everything and fly to the Gaza border to stand between the border and a Merkava tank.

No, I go home and I write testimony, boiling in anger and disgust.

And this I say with certainty: based on what I saw that girl is set for at least 10 more years of sick manipulation and painful mind games by her narcissistic mother.

But then the tables might turn. That girl was already absurdly well versed in psychology and language for such a young age. She looked six, max seven.

That mum could get a taste of her own recipe.

Just like Israel could still get more than at taste of its depraved mangling of whole populations.

So that’s my Groundhog day.

Been living a small variation of this day for years.

And when I say this, even smart friends tell me:

You chose this life. Enjoy it.


(Notes From the Mountain Fortress, 23.756 words and counting)

In the picture: We celebrated Bruno graduating from kindergarten today.

The title is partly based on a song by the Ramones: the KKK took my baby away.

The term Jewish KKK I first saw used by Amira Hass.