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Crazy Vibes

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A man saved 24 Jewish lives in Nazi occupied Tunisia in 1942. He hid them on his farm for four months. He never told his own children what he had done. His name was Khaled Abdul-Wahab. You have probably never heard it. In November 1942, German troops landed in Tunisia. It was the only Arab country directly occupied by Nazi Germany. The orders came fast. Yellow stars. Confiscated property. Jewish men sent to forced labor camps. 5,000 of them. Then the soldiers started moving into Jewish homes and pushing the families out into the street. Khaled was 31. A Tunisian Arab. Muslim. Son of a wealthy landowning family. He had Jewish friends his whole life. Tunisia had been home to Jews for 2,000 years. He spoke German. The officers liked him. They invited him to dinner. December 1942. Mahdia. A coastal town. Khaled is sitting at a table with German officers. One of them is drunk. He starts bragging. He says the Germans have set up a brothel in town. With Jewish women. Forced into it. He says he has picked one for himself. A pretty Jewish woman. Already married. A mother. He doesn't care. He says her name out loud. Odette Boukris. Khaled knows the name. The Boukris family are old friends of his father. He keeps his face still. Pours the officer more wine. Smiles. Eats. Then he makes an excuse. Drives the drunk officer home. Then drives straight to where the Jewish families are hiding. He bangs on the door at midnight. Tells them everything. The brothel. The officer. Odette. Tomorrow night. He says: pack now. Bring nothing. Come with me. He takes 24 people. The whole Boukris family. The Ouzzan family. Cousins. Children. Babies. He drives them 20 miles through the night to his farm. He hides them in his olive press. In his stables. In his storage rooms. Then he keeps them there for four months. Hiding 24 Jews under Nazi occupation was not a single act of courage. It was 120 days of it. He had to feed them in a country where food was running out. He had to keep babies quiet. He had to keep his servants quiet. Any one of them could have turned him in. He had to deal with German soldiers who came to the farm to count Jewish heads. When they came, the families put on their yellow stars. Stood still. Were counted. When the Germans left, the stars came off. One night a drunk German soldier wandered onto the farm and found the families. A girl named Edmee Ouzzan was 11 years old. She was hidden under a bed. She watched the soldier laugh and tell the families he was going to kill them all. Then Khaled appeared. She remembered him later as a guardian angel. He talked the soldier outside. Took his gun. Sent him away. Nobody on the farm died. In May 1943 the British liberated Tunisia. The 24 Jews went home. Some had homes left. Some did not. All of them were alive. Khaled went back to his quiet life. He got married. Had two daughters. Faiza and Papo. Painted. Traveled. Worked in government. He never spoke about what he had done. Not to his wife. Not to his daughters. Not to his neighbors. He died on September 4, 1997. Age 86. His daughters did not know. This is where the story should have ended. A man who saved 24 lives, buried in a Tunisian cemetery, the secret going into the ground with him. Then in 2007, his daughter Faiza was sitting in Paris reading a Sunday newspaper. She turned the page and saw an interview with an American historian named Robert Satloff. He was talking about a Tunisian Arab who had hidden 24 Jews in 1942. He was using her father's name. She had been alive 45 years. She had never heard the story. She read it twice. She cried. She tracked Satloff down and asked him: is this true? He told her it was. Anny Boukris, who had been a child hiding on Khaled's farm, had given him 83 pages of testimony before she died. Satloff had gone to Mahdia. Found the old people who remembered. Confirmed every detail. Faiza spent the next years finding her father's old friends. His old papers. His photos. Building the man she thought she knew into the man he actually was. She said: "I rediscovered my father." Satloff nominated Khaled to Yad Vashem for the title Righteous Among the Nations. Khaled would have been the first Arab ever recognized. Yad Vashem said no. Said he had not risked his own life enough. Said he had hosted the Jews, not hidden them. Faiza answered with one of the most devastating lines any daughter has ever spoken about her father: "My father opened his home to Jews. Yad Vashem did not open their home to us." The 24 people Khaled saved have hundreds of descendants today. In Israel. In France. In America. In Tunisia. Many of them light a candle for him every year. The little girl who was hidden under the bed grew up. Moved to Paris. Had children. Those children had children. None of them would exist if Khaled had kept eating his dinner. He was 31 years old. He spoke German. He had a quiet life and an easy farm. He had everything to lose and no reason to put any of it on the line. He did it anyway. Then he never spoke of it again. His own children did not know. Anny Boukris died weeks after handing over her testimony. The chain of memory almost broke a second time. Yad Vashem refused him the title. Most history books still do not include him. The world forgot him once when he was alive. Forgot him again when he died. Was about to forget him a third time. Now you know. If you do not tell someone, the silence wins again.

CrazyVibes_1's tweet photo. A man saved 24 Jewish lives in Nazi occupied Tunisia in 1942. He hid them on his farm for four months. He never told his own children what he had done.
His name was Khaled Abdul-Wahab. You have probably never heard it.
In November 1942, German troops landed in Tunisia. It was the only Arab country directly occupied by Nazi Germany. The orders came fast. Yellow stars. Confiscated property. Jewish men sent to forced labor camps. 5,000 of them.
Then the soldiers started moving into Jewish homes and pushing the families out into the street.
Khaled was 31. A Tunisian Arab. Muslim. Son of a wealthy landowning family. He had Jewish friends his whole life. Tunisia had been home to Jews for 2,000 years.
He spoke German. The officers liked him. They invited him to dinner.
December 1942. Mahdia. A coastal town. Khaled is sitting at a table with German officers. One of them is drunk. He starts bragging.
He says the Germans have set up a brothel in town. With Jewish women. Forced into it.
He says he has picked one for himself. A pretty Jewish woman. Already married. A mother. He doesn't care.
He says her name out loud. Odette Boukris.
Khaled knows the name. The Boukris family are old friends of his father.
He keeps his face still. Pours the officer more wine. Smiles. Eats.
Then he makes an excuse. Drives the drunk officer home. Then drives straight to where the Jewish families are hiding.
He bangs on the door at midnight. Tells them everything. The brothel. The officer. Odette. Tomorrow night.
He says: pack now. Bring nothing. Come with me.
He takes 24 people. The whole Boukris family. The Ouzzan family. Cousins. Children. Babies. He drives them 20 miles through the night to his farm.
He hides them in his olive press. In his stables. In his storage rooms.
Then he keeps them there for four months.
Hiding 24 Jews under Nazi occupation was not a single act of courage. It was 120 days of it.
He had to feed them in a country where food was running out. He had to keep babies quiet. He had to keep his servants quiet. Any one of them could have turned him in. He had to deal with German soldiers who came to the farm to count Jewish heads. When they came, the families put on their yellow stars. Stood still. Were counted. When the Germans left, the stars came off.
One night a drunk German soldier wandered onto the farm and found the families. A girl named Edmee Ouzzan was 11 years old. She was hidden under a bed. She watched the soldier laugh and tell the families he was going to kill them all.
Then Khaled appeared. She remembered him later as a guardian angel. He talked the soldier outside. Took his gun. Sent him away.
Nobody on the farm died.
In May 1943 the British liberated Tunisia. The 24 Jews went home. Some had homes left. Some did not. All of them were alive.
Khaled went back to his quiet life. He got married. Had two daughters. Faiza and Papo. Painted. Traveled. Worked in government.
He never spoke about what he had done. Not to his wife. Not to his daughters. Not to his neighbors.
He died on September 4, 1997. Age 86.
His daughters did not know.
This is where the story should have ended. A man who saved 24 lives, buried in a Tunisian cemetery, the secret going into the ground with him.
Then in 2007, his daughter Faiza was sitting in Paris reading a Sunday newspaper.
She turned the page and saw an interview with an American historian named Robert Satloff. He was talking about a Tunisian Arab who had hidden 24 Jews in 1942.
He was using her father's name.
She had been alive 45 years. She had never heard the story.
She read it twice. She cried. She tracked Satloff down and asked him: is this true?
He told her it was. Anny Boukris, who had been a child hiding on Khaled's farm, had given him 83 pages of testimony before she died. Satloff had gone to Mahdia. Found the old people who remembered. Confirmed every detail.
Faiza spent the next years finding her father's old friends. His old papers. His photos. Building the man she thought she knew into the man he actually was.
She said: "I rediscovered my father."
Satloff nominated Khaled to Yad Vashem for the title Righteous Among the Nations. Khaled would have been the first Arab ever recognized.
Yad Vashem said no. Said he had not risked his own life enough. Said he had hosted the Jews, not hidden them.
Faiza answered with one of the most devastating lines any daughter has ever spoken about her father:
"My father opened his home to Jews. Yad Vashem did not open their home to us."
The 24 people Khaled saved have hundreds of descendants today. In Israel. In France. In America. In Tunisia. Many of them light a candle for him every year.
The little girl who was hidden under the bed grew up. Moved to Paris. Had children. Those children had children.
None of them would exist if Khaled had kept eating his dinner.
He was 31 years old. He spoke German. He had a quiet life and an easy farm. He had everything to lose and no reason to put any of it on the line.
He did it anyway. Then he never spoke of it again.
His own children did not know. Anny Boukris died weeks after handing over her testimony. The chain of memory almost broke a second time. Yad Vashem refused him the title. Most history books still do not include him.
The world forgot him once when he was alive. Forgot him again when he died. Was about to forget him a third time.
Now you know.
If you do not tell someone, the silence wins again.

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@BetterCallMedhi

about 2 months ago

laissez moi résumer mdr l'État collecte de force vos données d'identité via l'ANTS, laisse traîner le tout sur un système tellement mal sécurisé que 18 millions de comptes français finissent en vente libre sur le dark web & maintenant la CNIL va infliger une amende à l'ANTS qui sera payée avec quoi??? avec les impôts des français mdrrr donc récapitulons, on vous pirate avec votre argent puis on vous taxe pour punir ceux qui ont laissé faire avec votre argent in fine le serpent qui se mord la queue fiscalement mdrrrr et le plus dingue dans l'affaire c'est que ça arrive 2 mois après le piratage du FICOBA qui a exposé 1,2 million de comptes bancaires, une semaine après la fuite educonnect sur les élèves et pendant ce temps on exige de vous une double authentification pour commander une pizza sur ubereats mdrrrrr la vérité brutale c'est que l'etat français exige de ses citoyens un niveau de sécurité numérique qu'il est lui même structurellement incapable d'assurer sur ses propres plateformes…passeport, CI, permis…tout votre dossier civil circule en ce moment entre des mains que personne ne connaît pendant que Bercy prépare la facture de sa propre incompétence mdr j’en rigole mais ce niveau de médiocrité est juste STRATOSPHÉRIQUE

BetterCallMedhi's tweet photo. laissez moi résumer mdr l'État collecte de force vos données d'identité via l'ANTS, laisse traîner le tout sur un système tellement mal sécurisé que 18 millions de comptes français finissent en vente libre sur le dark web & maintenant la CNIL va infliger une amende à l'ANTS qui sera payée avec quoi??? avec les impôts des français mdrrr

donc récapitulons, on vous pirate avec votre argent puis on vous taxe pour punir ceux qui ont laissé faire avec votre argent in fine le serpent qui se mord la queue fiscalement mdrrrr

et le plus dingue dans l'affaire c'est que ça arrive 2 mois après le piratage du FICOBA qui a exposé 1,2 million de comptes bancaires, une semaine après la fuite educonnect sur les élèves et pendant ce temps on exige de vous une double authentification pour commander une pizza sur ubereats mdrrrrr

la vérité brutale c'est que l'etat français exige de ses citoyens un niveau de sécurité numérique qu'il est lui même structurellement incapable d'assurer sur ses propres plateformes…passeport, CI, permis…tout votre dossier civil circule en ce moment entre des mains que personne ne connaît pendant que Bercy prépare la facture de sa propre incompétence mdr j’en rigole mais ce niveau de médiocrité est juste STRATOSPHÉRIQUE

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Sony Thăng

@nxt888

about 2 months ago

They called it the "American Dream" and exported it to every corner of the earth. The dream: work hard, play by the rules, and you will succeed. Your success will be proportional to your effort. Your failure will be proportional to your inadequacy. The system is fair. The system is open. The system rewards merit. This dream required a specific kind of blindness to function. It required not seeing that the rules were written by the people who already had everything. It required not seeing that the "level playing field" of American capitalism was built on stolen land, built by enslaved labor, maintained by the systematic exclusion of entire populations from the wealth they generated. It required not seeing that the prosperity Americans enjoyed throughout the twentieth century was directly connected to the extraction of resources and labor from the rest of the world, enforced by the military power and financial architecture of empire. It required not seeing that when poor countries tried to write their own rules, tried to nationalize their resources, tried to redistribute land, tried to build welfare states that served their own populations rather than American investors, those attempts were systematically destroyed. The dream was real for enough people, enough of the time, to function as proof of concept. But the dream was also a management tool. It told working Americans that their interests were aligned with the wealthy Americans who owned the system. It told them that the enemy was not the domestic billionaire class but the foreign ideology that threatened the system in which they too might one day succeed. It turned solidarity with the poor of the world into a threat to be feared rather than a kinship to be claimed. The Vietnamese rice farmer who wanted land reform and the American factory worker who wanted a union were natural political allies. The empire's greatest domestic achievement was ensuring they never recognized each other. Instead, the factory worker was taught to see the rice farmer as the threat. And sent to kill him. And came home broken. And the man who sent him got a library named after him.

nxt888's tweet photo. They called it the "American Dream" and exported it to every corner of the earth.

The dream: work hard, play by the rules, and you will succeed.

Your success will be proportional to your effort.

Your failure will be proportional to your inadequacy.

The system is fair. The system is open. The system rewards merit.

This dream required a specific kind of blindness to function.

It required not seeing that the rules were written by the people who already had everything.

It required not seeing that the "level playing field" of American capitalism was built on stolen land, built by enslaved labor, maintained by the systematic exclusion of entire populations from the wealth they generated.

It required not seeing that the prosperity Americans enjoyed throughout the twentieth century was directly connected to the extraction of resources and labor from the rest of the world, enforced by the military power and financial architecture of empire.

It required not seeing that when poor countries tried to write their own rules, tried to nationalize their resources, tried to redistribute land, tried to build welfare states that served their own populations rather than American investors, those attempts were systematically destroyed.

The dream was real for enough people, enough of the time, to function as proof of concept.

But the dream was also a management tool.

It told working Americans that their interests were aligned with the wealthy Americans who owned the system.

It told them that the enemy was not the domestic billionaire class but the foreign ideology that threatened the system in which they too might one day succeed.

It turned solidarity with the poor of the world into a threat to be feared rather than a kinship to be claimed.

The Vietnamese rice farmer who wanted land reform and the American factory worker who wanted a union were natural political allies.

The empire's greatest domestic achievement was ensuring they never recognized each other.

Instead, the factory worker was taught to see the rice farmer as the threat.

And sent to kill him.

And came home broken.

And the man who sent him got a library named after him.

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