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I was putting the finishing touches to an article I intended to publish today when the news broke from Sydney. Bondi Beach. Hanukkah. Gunfire. Chaos. Lives cut short in a place meant for light, joy, and community. I froze, mouth agape, heart heavy. My thoughts immediately turned to the families who will never again hear a familiar laugh or feel a loved one’s embrace. Nothing I write can ease their pain, but silence would feel like surrender.
What struck me most was not only the horror of the attack itself, but its grim familiarity. We have seen this movie before. We watched it on October 7. We have replayed it in Paris, Brussels, Buenos Aires, Mumbai, and now Sydney. Different cities, same hatred. Different excuses, same outcome. And yet, the West still seems determined to learn nothing.
Australia was long considered one of the safer corners of the Jewish world. That illusion has now been shattered. The statistics tell a chilling story: more than 1,600 antisemitic incidents in a single year, firebombed synagogues, vandalized homes, threats against schools, and finally, the unthinkable – gunmen opening fire on a Hanukkah celebration. This was not an isolated act of madness. It was the violent crescendo of years of normalization, indulgence, and appeasement.
I write this not in anger alone, but in sorrow. Sorrow for the dead. Sorrow for Australian Jews who now wonder if the country they loved still loves them back. And sorrow for a Western political class that continues to confuse moral posturing with moral clarity.
Let me be clear: sympathizing with Palestinian civilians is not the problem. Criticizing Israeli policy is not the problem.........