The more I sit down and talk to Jewish people, the more I realize how maligned they are.
The lies the JQ crowd now tell about me are similar to those they tell about Jews.
I was part of that crowd, but now I'm glad to say I'm no longer an antisemite.
@jacklanger@JakeTurx
As the Times forced Lyndsey to jump through these hoops, they simultaneously published non-credible and non-verified accounts of rape by Israeli dogs in their pages.
It is rather obvious that NYT story was more of a cover up for Platner than an attempt to reveal the truth.
They essentially made the women in the story targets by intentionally withholding so much. I hope other women seriously take note to never trust the reporters or editors involved again. But it doesn’t really matter because the rest will eventually come out.
That’s what makes it amazing that so many continue to dig deeper and double down on defending this guy.
It also says a lot about the people who are spending all of their time tried to find dirt on Lyndsey and others around her just to cover up for such a person.
For anyone who doesn’t follow soccer: this was a friendly. No tournament, no qualifying spot, no points on the line. Neither team's qualified for the upcoming World Cup.
Friendlies exist so national teams can train against real opponents in the off weeks, and historically to build a bit of goodwill. The stakes are close to zero by design.
Israel played Albania in Tirana on Wednesday. During Hatikvah the stadium booed, the harshest the players say they’ve ever faced, and then objects came down onto the pitch at the team. That’s the reality of being an Israeli athlete today. Israel haven't hosted a home match in nearly 3 years.
Oscar Gloukh scored the only goal in the 73rd minute, put a finger to his lips to quiet the crowd, and kissed the crest on his shirt. He was then confronted and shoved by two Albania players.
Israel won 1-0 and shut out Albania, a real achievement against a decent side and a hostile crowd, but few people will be talking about the result. The attention will go to everything around it instead.
I hope for a day when Israeli athletes can focus on the sport rather than the politics, but that day doesn’t seem to be around the corner.
I bucked all advice from my friends (and resisted my conservative bias) and decided to fully trust the Times journalists.
As they left my home they asked that I not talk to any other outlets and I insisted then and repeatedly over the following weeks that I would keep my word and only share this story with them.
But then the weeks dragged on. They kept coming back to us saying the editors needed more. I needed to go on the record (okay). We need more screenshots (okay). I met every bench mark they set, eager to provide more sources or evidence as needed.
After the story went up I began to ask them … wait, where are the stories from the other women? Where are their accusations of sexual assault? Why am I the focus? Why are there 11 paragraphs dedicated to detailing my work history (more than has been published about Graham’s by far)?
Why does it say “nobody could corroborate” when I offered them sources that COULD corroborate?
Why did they include an out of context quote from a friend joking “do not call Graham” after I called off my wedding? (Because she knew I would never).
Where were the screenshots they’d said they would use? Or the mention that I’d supported local democrats and that most of my family (and husband) are liberal?
The editors said it was too much, they explained.
The Times also failed to include any mention that I DID confide in multiple friends through the years that Graham had been abusive — long before he was running for office. Those friends confirm they told the Times so.
It dawned on me that this really was a set up all along. The journalists I trusted who convinced me to share a story I never wanted to tell methodically delayed and twisted this into a gift to the Platner campaign. Violating the trust of his victims. Shattering the trust I placed in them with the most vulnerable story of my life.
And at the end of my call with them I reluctantly accepted their insistence that this was still a powerful story and that I had done a brave thing. And I thanked them for all the hard work they had put into it.
Still fawning after all these years.
You trafficked sex slaves and committed drug and gun felonies while making 1 million per year doing nothing for an oil company and were pardoned by your dad, the president. You’re the very definition of elite oligarch class.
As the grandson of Holocaust survivors, it was beyond painful to watch individuals who claim to care about human rights celebrate the worst massacre of Jewish people since the Holocaust…the genocide perpetrated by the Third Reich.
Do not lecture anyone about human rights if you celebrate the slaughter of grandmothers and treat it as a prize to be showcased on social media; the rape, murder, and abduction of young people at a music festival dedicated to peace; or the starvation and abuse of hostages held in underground tunnels.
It is infuriating. It is morally indefensible. And it is disqualifying.