#and not about ethnonationalism

[sassytail]

It’s been really healing for my connection to my faith, to be. Existing in such a large and bustling Jewish enclave. There is so much joy in life and joy in Judaism here in Montreal. It feels normal to be Jewish here. It’s lovely.

[visenyaism]

Do you think Tony Soprano was a true psychopath or did he have something else going on mentally?

psychopath suggests he’s abnormal and you cannot say that when he is the exact same flavor of violent, insecure about masculinity, racist, clinging onto imagined idealized tradition, father issues, misogynistic, suuuuper paranoid about being cucked evil that like. most conservative men (and all fascist men) have. it’s just most tony sopranos become cops or republican state senators and not mobsters

[cosmik-homo]

The thing is. By association w the worst most annoying type of west-facing Zionist (in internal politics theyre peanuts. I have to deal with guys yall wouldnt imagine) I cannot go on a post about indigenous perspectives on jewish religion and go actually beyond the point that this is in fact from a nomadic culture in the text of the holiday like thats the point, its also archeologically speaking v much speculated the early groups that practiced what evolved into Judaism were in fact in these and that circumstances, with extra regard to economical-enviromental conditions such as-

But also i cannot stress enough. We do NOT actually know where the proto proto jews are from. Like ok clearly Fertile Crescent but the bronze age collapse is such a Mess we're not sure which Long Time Walking mythological story the jews have to use as, like, even remote roadmap. We have 3 different ocmpass directions they might have crossed the jordan river From ok. 3 out of 4.

[metamatar]

Hello! Can you please talk more about why categorical opposition to immigration is wrong, according to you? I'm trying to educate myself

Migration is a natural response to political, socioeconomic and climatic change in human history. Ancient migrations (Aryan migrations for eg) have shaped human history in the transformation of technology, language, culture, food. Climate change is likely to accelerate these processes violently as not only dramatic events like floods and fires that destroy habitation become common, but economic distress increases as land becomes less arable and water sources dries up.

There are ofc, the obvious and very important moral considerations about what we owe to people I'm eliding here. There is both meaningful reparative justice in the context of imperial states and also as samaritans what you do for people drowning at your door. If you read about the history of anti colonial movements and revolutions they have always involved political leadership in exile.

So, migration is inevitable in a world with dramatic inequality and climate change. Regimes obsessed with protecting a national identity are undergirded by fears of race mixing, blood and soil ethnonationalism etc which straightforwardly results in fascism. Deportation regimes (ICE, Frontex) are sources of extreme violence that weaken labour movements and create a mass surveillance apparatus that shore up state power that is a locus for institutional racialised violence. An underclass of migrant labour currently props up all major western countries. Instructive question in this context, when capital is free, why isn't labour?

This interview with Harsha Walia, the author of Border and Rule (great book!) is a good place to start with where I come from.

[zigcarnivorous]

The owner of Dior's parent company, LVMH, Bernard Arnault invests hundreds of millions in Israeli companies

Don't buy Dior products

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Don't work for Dior or LVMH

Alternatives

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J'adore Dior

[makemegentle]

no because the more i think about it the more monkey man was GOOD………. the sociopolitical commentary on ethnonationalism, police brutality and misogyny, the intersectional feminism, the religious allegory & hindu mythology, trans women slaying [literally], dev patel beating the shit out of a corrupt policeman with a heeled shoe

[opencommunion]

Hi opencommunion - you are one of my favourite Tumblrs and I love hearing about Lebanese history from you. You say you are antiPhoenicianist - I hope you would tell us more about it. Hope you're having a great day.

aww thanks, I love your blog too <3

Phoenicianism is a Lebanese ethnonationalist ideology that basically argues that Lebanese people are ethnically/culturally unrelated to (and, implicitly or explicitly, superior to) not only other Arabs but other Levantine peoples. It's a secular ideology but it's extremely Islamophobic, so it posits that Lebanese Christians (especially Maronites) are the "purest" Lebanese people with a direct line of descent from the Phoenicians, who are portrayed as an almost supernaturally heroic and advanced culture who were supplanted by savage Arabs from the south (you probably recognize this as a Zionist talking point; more on that later). It's a narrative of Lebanese history that originates from rich European-educated Lebanese and their French & English orientalist buddies, and it bears all the hallmarks of European ethnonationalism and scientific racism. In my experience ascribing to Phoenicianism is associated with class and it doesn't represent the majority of Lebanese Maronites, who do consider ourselves Arabs. My family are dyed-in-the-wool Maronites from Wadi Qadisha, the cradle of Maronite culture, and for as far back as our family histories go we've always described ourselves as Arabs, with religion being the only difference—and an unimportant difference—between us and our Druze and Muslim neighbors. Phoenicianism predates the Zionist occupation but it started to take shape around the same time as Zionism, and is based in the same core orientalist myth: that the ancient Levant was populated by strictly separate and homogenous ethnocultures with exclusive claim over portions of the land, which were later supplanted by Arab Muslim invaders who oppressed a tiny remaining local population. (In reality, of course, SWANA cultures have always been internally diverse and mutually influential, and "Arabization" in the Levant was characterized by organic cultural shifts among local populations, with Arab culture influencing and combining with local cultures rather than replacing them). So when the Zionist settler project arrived they found easy allies in Phoenicianism. This relationship eventually culminated with the settler state backing the fascist Lebanese Phalanges Party (Kataeb in Arabic, a direct translation of Falange, the Spanish fascist party that inspired its founders) in the Lebanese Civil War. Israel used the Phalanges as a proxy to fight the Palestinian resistance in Lebanon, and it was Phalangists who collaborated with IOF to carry out the Sabra and Shatila massacres. This is the cruelest and ugliest moment in Lebanon's history and Phoenicianism enabled it; Phoenicianism enabled the cognitive dissonance necessary for Lebanese to participate in the occupation's genocide against our siblings and act as footsoldiers for the European fascist agenda in our region. The Phalangists and Zionists lost the war but there is still a Phalangist presence in the Lebanese government, and Phoenicianism is unfortunately alive and well among the Lebanese right wing at home and in the diaspora

[the-popemobile]

rb’ing with op’s tags

Unpopular opinion but I genuinely feel bad for people who get sucked into hateful groups.

Nobody ends up like that in a vacuum. Especially if it’s later in life, odds are someone used some insidious cult tactics to pull that person in while they were extremely hurt and vulnerable.

We like to imagine that SMART people don’t get suckered into being a bigot, a TERF, a queerphobe. The sad fact is more often MENTALLY HEALTHY people in STABLE SITUATIONS don’t get suckered in.

Why is this important? More hate isn’t going to pull them back out — it’s just going to make it harder for the next person to reach them.

[euniexenoblade]

what kinda gets me about the zionist circles on here is that they often say jvp isnt a jewish org and point to it "encouraging self-conversion" and i can only see that kind of a cope, because, like... so many of those bloggers are people who only plan on converting, or are at best starting the process of conversion, but already consider themselves real jews and authoritative voices on judaism AND instantly pivot to ethnonationalism. like... which is it?

Ok, so like, I genuinely don't think most of these zionists converting to Judaism are actually converting to Judaism. I think it's a fake claim to speak over people about what antisemitism is and so they can publicly be antisemitic to Jewish people and still get support of zionists, because a lot of zionists actually allow antisemitism and transphobia and what not so long as it's against anti-zionists. Like, I wouldn't point at a certain blog and say "fake!" cuz that's just stupid and crazy, but like only one of these dozens of people has actually shown any actual knowledge or interest in Judaism away from telling Jewish people they're not real Jews for not supporting a genocide.

[nevermindirah]

another thing about Monkey Man. it goes hard against Hindu nationalism, at least from what I understand, which is mostly in its parallels and coordination with Zionism. which is great bc ethnonationalism is fascist bullshit that deserves to be kicked in the face. the kicking in the face is prodigious, but this movie doesn't stop there, and for that it's so precious to me.

Monkey Man says Hindu nationalism is fascist bullshit at the exact same time as it shows Hinduism as a source of joy and strength and comfort for several characters including the lead. it doesn't in any way imply that fascists using Hinduism for fascism inherently taints Hinduism. these ways of relating to divinity and these cultural stories and these family traditions are beautiful and messy and challenging and worth wrestling with and worth claiming and reclaiming and sharing with the next generation. Kid ends the movie with the prayer his mother taught him on his lips.

what a thing to see right before Passover as some of my people are carrying out a genocidal war and claiming it's in our people's name.

[zvaigzdelasas]

An American Tail is also Zionist propaganda. It was made by the Zionist Steven Spielberg and also depicts life in the Pale as harsh and oppressive thus endorsing Israeli colonialism.

*nature documentary narrator voice* And here we see the zionist use the existence of antisemitism in Europe as a justification for apartheid, ethnonationalism, and colonization - whitewashing a rich tradition of Jewish diaspora history in the process and claiming that all Jews who have faced discrimination have also supported violent expropriation of others.

The zionist has evolved this tactic to use when threatened with basic contradictions about the nature of their colonial project, though this one is clearly weaker, as it just mimics the form it has seen others do and then gives up halfway, expecting the food to just walk into it's mouth like mother would do for it

[metamatar]

I think I genuinely don't get wat u mean about South Asia

ethnonationalism. india: hindutva, sri lanka: tamil genocide, pakistan: bangladesh genocide, bangladesh: trying to celebrate those genocidaires, burma: ethnic cleansing of rohingya muslims. like ig nepal is the only country not doing pogroms but gorkha nationalism is pretty common.

[shellem15]

I understand it can be frustrating that some people have reduced divergence's themes to "capitalism bad" because that is absolutely reductive thinking. But its also reductive to say that it's *not* about capitalism or class either because the answer is its both.

Divergence is a story about fascism. Capitalism supports fascism, liberal institutions (and their inevitable institutional decay) lay the groundwork for fascism to rise. Capital is a major means by which fascist institutions run. Fascism is a reaction to late-stage capitalism, capitalism in decay, a last ditch attempt to maintain control over profit margins.

Now, saying that the only aspect of fascism is class is wrong, because fascism is also based in a racial and ideological component of ethnonationalism and eugenics. This is what really makes fascism distinct from other forms of capitalism. Ignoring that part is just plain wrong and racist.

Being anti-fascist is being anti-capitalist is being ant-racist, anti-transphobic, anti-misogynistic etc. These are not unrelated struggles and any critique of one of them is a critique of all of them (or, at least, should be). So let's maybe stop being reductive on all fronts how about that

[keshetchai]

After sleeping on it I'm still baffled by this entire chain of posts:

Like I did a very thorough explanation of how ethnicity applying to Jews and other peoples literally dates to the Septuagint Greek translation of the Torah and also how this isn't what ethnicity means but like. Lol. Lmao.

"Syrian Jews are not foreigners in Syria."

Hey quick question everyone: how many Syrian Jews actually live in Syria?

Follow up: why did half of the Jewish population of Aleppo flee Aleppo?

Which Zionists talk about the nature of their ancient blood being why they don't live in Germany as opposed to like, the reason for not living in Germany being the mass genocide and displacement of German jews? I'd love to study them in their natural habitat. I've never met them. Maybe this is a new strain of Israeli ethnonationalism but most Israeli ethnonationalist talking points I've seen were not "we don't live in Germany because we think Nazis were right about the whole blood and soil thing." I ...I think there's maybe some fringe extreme folks who believe the Holocaust was some kind of divine punishment for living elsewhere but like...my impression was this was a small group that most ardent right wing Zionists don't even agree with or take seriously.

Does op know there IS a German Jewish community, and if so, do they know how big it is?

Are Palestinians no longer a singular ethnic group if they exist in diaspora, have other countries of residence, or speak different languages? That seems counterintuitive to what we're trying to argue here.

And again ACADEMIC EMBARRASSMENT SHLOMO SAND?!?? THE ONE EVERYONE SAID WAS WRONG ABOUT THIS SPECIFIC ARGUMENT??

[call-me-liquid]

And they're the antisemitism, or "anti-zionism" if you prefer. You really are like lily/cd-call: being bigoted towards Israeli and Jewish people.

Uh, yes. I am an anti-zionist. As a rule, I'm typically against generally anyone who supports ethnonationalism. That's kinda a big no no for me, dawg. Thank you for noticing.

Hate you had to find out this way, but being unable to distinguish between that sentient ballsack Netanyahu and his marry band of child murderers that make up the rest of the Israeli government, and the Israeli and/or Jewish people as a whole is very much the Lily-ish opinion to have here. Lily loves collective punishment.

Kinda surprised since Trump went full mask off about this being yet another fucking proxy war to destabilize the middle east, talking about doing a full ethnic cleansing so he can turn the Gaza strip into the Gaza strip mall or whatever, that anyone is still denying this.

For the record sweaty, you don't need to be Jewish to be a zionist.

Shalom and piss off.

[watchmegetobsessed]

SNEAKY

A/N: actually surprised this concept made it into a fic, but here we are!

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SUMMARY: Everyone is into the hot TA that substitutes for your professor. One sneaky picture leads you to what every girl dreamed of in class.

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You’ve seen him around. All you knew that he was a graduate student, very good looking, someone freshman girls always stare at and giggle when he looks their way, but your paths never actually crossed.

Right until this casual Tuesday morning when instead of seeing Professor Russell, he strolled into the room and took his spot on the podium. Every girl in your class sighed at the same time as soon as he unbuttoned his suit jacket.

“Good morning, I was asked to substitute Professor Russell, he had some last minute family issues to deal with. I’m Harry, I’m his TA and I will try my best not to make you all fall asleep,” he joked and then started his lesson.

It’s been thirty minutes since then and every female student is eagerly listening to his words, paying more attention to him than they ever did to Professor Russell. And you’re no exception.

He is good-looking if you’re only considering his appearance, handsome face, fit form, a smooth voice and those sparkling green eyes all add up to his charm. Then he tops it all with his insane knowledge, talking about ethnonationalism as if he was born reciting studies about the topic. It’s always insanely attractive when a man has a brain and the looks as well.

The group chat you have with a few other girls in the class is blowing up, messages have been flowing about Harry, some of them are taking sneaky pictures of him, but they are sitting far in the back and for the first time they wish they were in the front row with you.

KACEY: Y/N I’m begging you, take a good pic of him!!!!

WREN: Snap a whole fucking portfolio for me pls!

They’ve been begging you and it’s starting to piss you off so you finally give in.

Unlocking your phone you open the camera and try to angle it from your lap to snap him, but not make it obvious. It’s harder than you thought, because he keeps pacing back and forth, so most of the pictures come out blurry until you finally take one clear one, sending it into the group chat just for them to lose their minds.

QUINN: I’m dead, I’m framing it in my dorm room.

WREN: How is he so fucking handsome???

KACEY: I’m touching myself tonight.

You almost laugh out loud at the last text, but manage to control yourself. When you look up from your phone you catch Harry’s eyes on you as he’s talking and you swear a shiver runs down your spine from the intensity of his gaze before he looks away.

When class is over you’re circled by your friends and you rush out of the room, but glancing back one last time your eyes meet Harry’s one last time before he disappears from your view.

After that, every time you open your camera roll you end up tapping on that one photo of him, musing about how good he looked and you can’t shake off the steamy thoughts that invade your mind when you lie in bed in the evening, imagining having him next to you. You wish you heard some kind of gossip about him, so many guys are talked about around campus, how they perform in bed, but you heard nothing about Harry, the only person you’re curious about.

Friday night your roommate is adamant to get out and have a few drinks, but you’re not in the mood, mostly because she always ends up abandoning you for his ex. Somehow, she bribes you into going to the sports bar for cocktails, swearing tonight will be different.

She pays for the first round and you start to loosen up, you see lots of familiar faces around, it’s a popular place for students. There’s a football game tonight, every TV in the bar is broadcasting the game, though it doesn’t interest you that much. After two more rounds you’re definitely enjoying yourself, mingling with other students around, just having a blast after such a busy week.

You’re at the bar, waiting for your turn to order another round when someone bumps into you from behind.

“Ow, I’m sorry.” Two hands grab onto your hips to steady you and when you turn around you’re surprised to see a familiar handsome face.

“Oh my God, it’s you!” The words roll off your tongue way too easily thanks to your tipsy state, but luckily Harry doesn’t mind your blunt reaction.

“It is me, yeah,” he chuckles. “And you’re… I’m sorry, I remember you from Professor Russell’s class, but I don’t know the names yet.”

“I’m Y/N. I sat in the front row,” you hold your hand out for him that he shakes gently.

“Yeah, I noticed that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you narrow your eyes at him curiously.

“It means that, erm, I caught you sneakily taking pictures of me.”

Your eyes grow wide and your mouth runs dry, you got caught. You weren’t as sneaky as you thought, apparently.

“I-I’m so sorry, it’s not what you think, I was just—“

“It’s fine,” he chuckles, interrupting your rambling. “I found it funny.”

You’re slightly relieved he is not holding it against you and mostly that he didn’t call you out in front of the whole class.

“God, the girls in the back were bullying me to take a picture, I was pressured into it!” you laugh.

“Oh, poor thing,” he teases you, pretending to be touched, to which you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Wow, getting a little cocky, aren’t we?”

“Only with people who pretend to be paparazzi,” he grins down at you, placing a hand onto the bar next to you, his arm now pressing against yours.

“In that case, you should be just this cocky with everyone else in that class, because I was not the only one snapping pictures.”

“For real?” he laughs nervously and you find it endearing that just a moment ago he was so confident, but now you can see his cheeks turning pink.

“Absolutely.”

“Great. There goes all my professionalism,” he exhales, shaking his head slightly.

“Oh, poor thing,” you pout at him, using his own words, which catches his attention and his eyes cut to yours, an unreadable expression on his face. “Relax, big boy,” you at his arm. “At least you had everyone’s attention the whole time, Professor Russell could never achieve that.”

The bartender finally comes up to you and you place your order along with Harry’s as you carry your conversation on. If you weren’t tipsy you would definitely freak out, ramble and act weird, but the alcohol in your system lets you keep your cool and chat with him easily.

You get so engaged that you forget about going back to your roommate, you get stuck at the bar, talking and laughing with Harry who on top of being handsome and smart is also quite funny. He truly is the whole package.

You even have a shot with him, both of you ditching the people you came with, but when it finally hits you, you realize that your roommate is in the corner with his ex, as usual and Harry’s friends are too focused on the game to notice that he’s missing.

He is definitely your type and from the way he stay close to you all evening you’re guessing he might be interested in you as well, but you wouldn’t want to overstep any boundaries, though technically he is not your teacher. He only substituted one time, he holds no power over you in the school system.

When the bartender calls out for the last round you realize how much time has passed.

“Shit, I should get going, I need to study tomorrow,” you roll your eyes.

“Where do you live?”

“Bridgeway, it’s like five minutes away from here.”

“I’ll walk you home, it really is pretty late.”

You don’t protest, just grab your jacket and head out. The cold night air hits you in the head, but you’re definitely still tipsy by the time you reach your dorm.

“Thanks for the drinks and the walk home,” you chuckle, turning to face him in front of the entrance.

You don’t want him to go, the wildest part of you just wants to grab him by the collar of his shirt and drag him into your room, but you at least want to kiss those lips you stared at for so long at class and tonight as well.

“Good night, Y/N,” he nods with a polite smile and you know if you don’t say anything, it’s all gonna end here.

“You know, I still have the picture saved on my phone.”

He arches an eyebrow at your confession and he slowly steps closer to you, keeping intense eye-contact.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, it’s really useful on lonely nights when I’m in bed.”

Sober Y/N would have never said that out loud, but drunk Y/N is shooting her shot, big time.

Harry takes his time staring back at you, his eyes lazily dragging down to your lips, your body and then back to your face. He runs his tongue across his pink lips and you’re moments away from just throwing yourself at him. But before you could lose control he speaks up, leaning so close to your ear you can feel his hot breath on your neck.

“Go to sleep, Y/N. And if you feel lonely in the morning when you’ve sobered up, call me.”

With parted lips you just stand there, watch him reach into your back pocket to grab your phone. He types his number in and then hands it back to you. You should get going, but you’re frozen from the offer he just made to you.

“Y/N, be a good girl and go to your room, will you?”

You can only nod and somehow, your legs start moving, taking you into the building. It’s a complete blur how you get to bed, but you do. When you wake up in the morning you feel like a jeep has run you over, memories from last night slowly creeping back to your mind.

Harry.

One memory hits you after the other and then you remember what happened in front of the building. Did that actually happen or did you just dream it?

Reaching for your phone you frantically open up your contacts and there it is, Harry’s number saves, proof that last conversation actually happened. Your thumb hesitantly lingers over the call button until you suddenly tap on it.

It rings a few times and you’re right about to change your mind and end the call when he finally answers, his sultry, morning voice making you throb instantly.

“Hey, still feeling lonely?”

“Very lonely,” you breathe out, staring up at the ceiling.

“I’ll text you my address. I’ll make breakfast while you get here.”

“Are we only gonna eat?”

He chuckles lowly on the other end of the call and you have to bite into your bottom lip not to moan at the sound.

“I’m hungry for more too. What about you?”

“I’m starved.”

“Great. Then better hurry.”

And then the call ends. Suddenly, you’re not even that hangover.

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