New Skins, Old Poison

The blood libel is back — this time in PowerPoint slides, tribunal rulings, and campus manifestos.

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And so here we are in the 21st century, under the watchful eyes of ministries of “anti-hate” and diversity offices that undergo a miraculous conversion whenever Israel enters their sights — suddenly pro-hate, suddenly blind. NGOs, tribunals, commissions, panels — the whole alphabet soup of sanctimon…