The Anti-Zionist Movement Hits Home |
It was 2019. The Trump administration was in full swing, taking care of political business, while leaving some results much to be desired.
I was dealing with legal and health troubles, and the health problems came upon me fast and furious. On June 6th, 2019, I suffered a stroke due to excessive caffeine consumption.
Three days later, after I had left the hospital following an overnight stay, I felt another set of numb feelings along my left arm, and I worried that I was having another episode.
I rushed to the local emergency room, found myself waiting much longer than expected, and then finally received a bed.
I did not sleep the entire night, and I feared the worst, since those legal and financial troubles were still weighing on me at the time. Apparently, I had not suffered another stroke, but hypertension issues had not resolved themselves, and the doctors were not talking to each other to streamline the best prognosis for me.
In the midst of this trying time, three friends visited me, and they took a photo with me that afternoon, one which I still keep on my center table at home. One of them, let’s call her Margaret, was studying to be a nurse, and she understood all the healthcare ins and outs that come with suffering a stroke. We shared many convictions when it came to politics. She was a huge Trump supporter, an outspoken patriot. She had all kinds of patriotic gear that she would wear to the many rallies we attended together.
A few years later, shortly after the October 7 th terrorist attack, she started sharing her outrage with me about the whole situation. Then she blurted out: “I am not a Zionist!”
I was surprised and didn’t understand why. From that point on, she would send me articles and memes calling out Israel, labeling the founders of the Jewish state terrorists. I was stunned by the amount of conspiratorial propaganda she had fallen for.........