Why do they hate the Jews?

From a Gentile perspective.

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Why Do You Hate the Jews?

(With apologies to decency, and none to the jackals who require this question to be asked at all.)

I am not a Jew. But I must ask: why do you hate the Jews?

Not rhetorically. Not performatively. I mean you, precisely you—the campus chanter, the armchair agitator, the anonymous poster of pixelated bile. Why them?

Is it originality you despise? Because hatred of Jews is the one bigotry that never goes out of style. It’s couture racism, perennially chic for every jackbooted generation. You didn’t scream on the streets for Syrians, Yemenis, Jordanians, or Uyghurs. You didn’t weep for the Rohingya, nor link arms in solidarity with the Kurds. But let a Jew stand upright, and you reach for your torch and your tweet.

So again: why do you hate the Jews?

Are there simply too many of them? Too omnipresent? Too successful? Too visible in the committee of nations?

Let’s not be absurd—Judaism is edged out in sheer popularity by Kardecism. Yes, Kardecism—spiritualist table-rapping for Brazilian necromancers. And yet we’re not currently hounding the Kardecs out of university libraries, or blaming them for stock market volatility and adolescent depression. They’re not the subject of op-eds in student newspapers or targeted by those who couldn’t find Gaza on a map with both hands and a moral compass.

There are fewer than 16 million Jews in the world today—Cristiano Ronaldo has 42 IG followers for every Jew on planet earth.

And yet here you are, frothing at the mouth as if Moses himself had repossessed your studio apartment. Might we let them at least repopulate to 1933 levels before organising the next boycott?

Why do you hate the Jews?

Have you even met one?

Because, rather inconveniently, anti-Semitism flourishes most in places where Jews are as scarce as honest government officials. The ADL’s metrics show that anti-Semitism tends to spike in countries with negligible Jewish populations. Meanwhile, places with large Jewish communities tend to show lower hatred.

That is, unless you’re in Canada, of course—where “diversity is our strength” except when Jews are involved, and where 15% of the population still haven’t figured out how to Google a Holocaust timeline.

Why do you hate the Jews?

Is it the money? Oh yes, the tired, moth-bitten trope of the greedy Jew. Jews are rich, you declare—ignoring the ones who aren’t—and rich in a way that offends your Marxist sensibilities while you Venmo your weed dealer with an iPhone paid for by your parents. If Jews dominate banking, it’s only because moneylending was once the only profession permitted to them by our dear friends in the medieval Catholic Church. Usury was sinful, you see—unless you needed a mortgage.

Why do you hate the Jews?

Could it be—wait for it—they killed Christ?

Nobody even attends church anymore, but still, this dusty blood libel persists through the centuries. Of course, Christianity as a religion would collapse without the crucifixion (resurrection not included). And frankly, blaming the Jews for the death of Christ is like blaming Italians for Caesar’s stabbing, or blaming John Wilkes Booth’s great-grandson for a bad Lincoln biopic. Besides, it was a Roman hit job. But sure, scream “Christ-killer” outside Domino’s if it makes you feel theological.

Why do you hate the Jews?

Are they not oppressed enough for your taste? Oppression is your currency, your virtue-laced merit badge. You practically purr when discussing slavery, colonialism, and victimhood. So why not the Jews? Have you never read a single page of history, on paper, not via TikTok?

Let’s recap: 200 years of slavery in Egypt. Frogs, boils, rivers of blood, flying insects, locusts—a biblical nightmare that would bankrupt any insurance agency. Firstborns dropped like flies. And even after that, they got chased across the Red Sea and signed up for a lousy timeshare in the desert that took them 40 years to ditch.

Is that not oppressed enough for your latte-sipping social conscience?

Why do you hate the Jews?

They’re the only major religion that doesn’t knock on your door. Have you ever been accosted by a Torah salesman? Had a mezuzah jammed in your mailbox? They don’t seek converts. They barely tolerate the ones they have. They’ve been exiled from everywhere, from England to Ethiopia, yet never set up a booth outside Whole Foods.

And the pogroms? Not Polish pastries, I’m afraid.

A pogrom is a massacre, a sudden orgy of violence that historically comes just after someone says, “those people control everything.” Over 300 Jewish expulsions from various nations, yet the outrage remains solely reserved for…birthright trips to Israel.

Why do you hate the Jews?

Was it the Crusades? Yes, Christians finally responded to 700 years of Muslim conquest with a little overcompensated bloodlust, and somehow managed to kill Jews on the way to not-Jerusalem. Multi-tasking, you might say.

How about North Africa in the mid-19th century? Jews were forced into ghettos, abused, and blamed for everything from crop failure to toenail fungus.

Or Ukraine, 1918 to 1921: over 100,000 Jews killed in pogroms. Armenians get a whisper. Jews get a shrug. And still, the publishing deadline for this history remains somewhere between “pending” and “never.”

Why do they hate the Jews?

It’s fashionable to blame Muslims, but Christians had the head start. Bubonic plague? Jews. Bad harvest? Jews. Your cousin Edgar can’t get a date? Must be that sinister Ashkenazi cabal poisoning his Tinder matches. “Blame the Jews” is the only tune never pulled from the charts, a genocidal earworm that every demagogue hums when the WiFi goes out.

A few years ago, Egyptians blamed shark attacks on Jews. I wish I were making that up.

Why do they hate the Jews?

Is it the Nobel Prizes? Is it that Jews, in their maddening persistence to survive, keep winning? Even with Hitler, the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem, and Europe’s intellectual classes all ganging up, they kept publishing papers and winning prizes.

Jews get persecuted—and then invent a vaccine for the people doing it.

Why do they hate the Jews?

Is it the Protocols of the Elders of Zion—the Mein Kampf for morons? A “document” so idiotic and poorly written, it makes flat earth theory read like Newton’s Principia. It’s not a guide to global domination. It’s not even good fan fiction. But go on, tell me again how the Jews are putting blood in your Cheerios.

Six million. Six million. Out of a world population of fifteen million. That’s not collateral damage. That’s attempted erasure. The Holocaust wasn’t a byproduct—it was a mission statement.

And still, you hate them.

Their neighbours turned them in to the Gestapo for the chance at a better couch. Their classmates became killers. Their co-workers became collaborators. Some folks didn’t need convincing. They just liked killing Jews.

Why do they hate the Jews?

On October 7th, 1,200 Jews were butchered—tortured, raped, kidnapped, burned. The world gave them fifteen minutes of sympathy. Then the chants began again. As if the Jews had, once again, brought it on themselves by existing.

Why do they hate the Jews?

Is it Trotsky and Lenin? Still mad they were Jews? You’re not burning their portraits at your student union. No, you love Trotsky—he’s edgy! You hate the Jews because your ideology demands it, even when it contradicts itself.

And where does it end? In Toronto. At the University of Guelph. In faculty lounges and classrooms that smell like hummus and hypocrisy. Where professors scream for Hamas with the trembling fury of a vegan denied oat milk. Where university administrators put trigger warnings on Plato but not on blood libel.

One professor—utterly untroubled by genocide—storms into an office because someone online insulted his favourite death cult. “This professor has dishonoured Hamas!” he cries, as if someone had mocked his brunch order. My Sky Daddy is angry! I am projecting my anger, but when I bring in my Sky Daddy, I get listened to!

The administrators huddle like woke druids: “What shall we do?” Burn the policy manuals. Gag the accused. Fire the heretic. And then, as they dance their moral circle jerk, embracing a seventh-century loving jihadi death cult that hates everything the modern university is built on, they continue. When hubris meets wisdom, at the university, wisdom always ends up being tossed enthusiastically into the fire.

Why do they hate the Jews?

I don’t know. But they do.

I have not solved the riddle—this grotesque, millennia-old riddle of why the Jew is always the scapegoat, the firewood for the next bonfire of rage.

But I know this: I will not be silent while this venom—older than scripture, more adaptable than a virus—resurges under new hashtags, new slogans, new euphemisms, and new university budget lines. I will not bow to it. I will not flatter it. I will not lace its boots with nuance or smile as it marches under the banner of “resistance” when what it truly craves is another genocide.

In my case - I said—rationally, without bile—that I stood with Israel. And for this, at the University of Guelph, I was treated as though I had set fire to the cathedral of woke piety. My crime? I affronted the new orthodoxy. I offended a priestess of bureaucracy so staggeringly ignorant she couldn’t pick Israel out of a lineup of breakfast cereals, let alone on a map.

This Vice Provost—whose name is irrelevant but whose institutional power is not—responded not with inquiry, not with dialogue, but with a level of rage so disproportionate, so operatically stupid, that it could only survive in academia, where emotional volume is now taken as moral weight.

She hijacked the university’s procedures with all the delicacy of a jackboot through stained glass, presiding over a so-called Human Rights department that does not distinguish justice and jihadist cosplay, where open Jew-hatred from faculty is not merely tolerated but practically curated. She advanced not as an impartial adjudicator, but as a zealot, her eyes alight with the sadistic joy of an inquisitor discovering that the rack now comes with adjustable settings and a cruelty upgrade.

Due process? Don’t insult the term.

A defence? As welcome as bacon at a halal buffet.

Evidence? An inconvenience to be bulldozed.

And the truth? Ah, that most stubborn of obstacles—dismissed like an unwanted relic, trampled beneath the euphoric stampede of moral hysteria masquerading as justice.

This was not an inquiry. It was a purge—an ideological cleansing performed with the righteousness of the damned.

She weaponised the entire apparatus of the university—student tuition funds, faculty compliance, administrative cowardice—and funnelled it into a war chest of lawyers: slick, callous, conscience-dead functionaries whose daily bread is earned by eviscerating reputations and fabricating fictions.

Hundreds of thousands of dollars in legal fees, not to protect students, not to uphold scholarship, but to destroy me—a professor whose only true fault was refusing to lie, refusing to kneel, refusing to utter the approved slogans while dead Jews piled in Israel.

She has never met me, never spoken to me, and never debated with me. And yet she proceeds with the certainty of the worst kind of fanatic—one who lacks both conviction and understanding but compensates with power, which she wields like a bludgeon. She scratches and scrapes, moral certainty dripping from her like spittle from a rabid dog, possessed by a lust not for justice, but for punishment.

This is what our institutions have become: not forums for reason, but theatres of vengeance. They do not seek to educate, but to excommunicate. And I will not pretend this is acceptable. I will not offer my silence as tribute. I will not appease the bloodlust of bureaucrats who think persecution is a virtue so long as it’s dressed in the right language.

I will not hide. I will not kneel. And I will not forget.

I am not a Jew. But I love the Jews. I stand beside them, not behind. I will raise my hand when they are accused. I will speak when others hide behind hashtags.

And I wish—more than anything—that you would all, at long last, stop hating the Jews.

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