Rabbi Birnbaum's response to the purity test demanded by the renter of a hiday house in France is absolutely magnificent and exemplary. My parents who were members of Finchley United Synagogue would have cheered him on and wished him a great shekoach.
The judge continues: "The seriousness of your offending is exceptionally high and the appropriate starting point is whole life order.
"This is a case of extreme gravity ... you will never be eligible for parole."
A whole life order means you will never be released from prison, except in exceptional compassionate circumstances.
On at least nine occasions in his short life, medical or other safeguarding professionals were alerted to concerns about tragic Preston Davey.
All the while he was continuing to be abused and eventually murdered by adoptive dad Jamie Varley. Doctors, nurses, social workers, teachers, and even friends and family, all saw Preston - yet by the time he died, aged just 13 months old, his tiny body was covered with more than 40 injuries, and no-one had raised the alarm.
Barnaby Philip John Webber
11/01/2004-13/06/2023 💔
If you can, share these images of the beautiful soul stolen from us by the worst of humanity.
Let his face today burn bright.
Barney, I promise you there will be accountability 💛💚
For You. For Grace. For Ian.
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Something is happening. Just noticed a couple of high profile reporters from Sky and channel 4 turn up.. No one is speaking because everyone is aware that this case really is hanging on a thread and there is a strange feeling in the air.. please everyone keep this beautiful young boy in your prayers right now..
You have to laugh at all the Irish people demanding that Brits and Americans stop commenting ignorantly on Irish politics when they spend all day every day commenting ignorantly on British and American politics.
Ireland’s activist class wants to stop the Ireland-Israel football game. Yet they have nothing to say about Ireland’s cricket match with Afghanistan, a misogynist tyranny that treats women like cattle. These people are preposterous, says Brendan O’Neill
https://t.co/0AigeaP860
Last night I sobbed through former hostage Or Levy’s testimony. He was in denial of his wife’s murder and faced the terrible truth on his return. Grief mixed with joy when reunited with his toddler son who asked him where was Mum and why did he take so long. The heart shatters.
I would love to post in my own name and maybe some day I will. I'm an ethnically (not religiously) Jewish academic at an Irish university.
My name is so identifiably Jewish that, many moons ago, back when there were "phone books" I got a cold call from some American stranger who was very apologetic but who explained that he was looking for the synagogue (this was pre-iPhones) and he had already tried a "Shapiro" in the phone book but there was no answer so he thought he'd try a "[my surname]." He was in luck, but not because I'd ever attended services there. I just happened to know where it was.
Until recently, my university had an encampment in the front of it with signs saying it was a "Zionist free zone" as well as the usual "genocide," "apartheid," "coloniser" blood libels. That encampment sat there for months with no action on the part of my employer to close it down. For all its rhetoric of "diversity, equity, and inclusion," they have made it exceedingly obvious to me that none of that applies to Jews. And, given the kind of vehemence I've encountered online from those who are convinced--against all evidence--that Israel is committing a genocide (the subtext of which is that "Jews are demonic baby killers") and that therefore all the usual rules of decorum and civil behaviour go out the window, I can only imagine what kind of threats, whisper campaigns, and maybe even violence I might be subject to if I "came out." Even my colleagues who signed the disgraceful Letter condemning the "genocide" (barely a month after October 7) while dismissing October 7 itself as a mere "crime" don't know what I really think. And I'm glad to be under the radar.
But next time someone rants on about "academic freedom" in Irish universities, as if the fact of being a tenured academic means being free to say whatever one wants, tell them about me. There's great freedom for the mob. Less so for those who disagree with it. I feel less free to speak my mind on this campus than I ever have anywhere else. It's absolutely stifling.
So that's why I'm anonymous.
It's genuinely painful to see the flag of a regime that has slaughtered Iranians for 47 years being proudly waved at Dublin Airport by someone from Ireland with zero experience living under that dictatorship.
How comfortable with lying do you have to be, how narcissistic, how removed from reality, how morally depraved, to describe a brief boat trip where nobody was injured, never mind died, to a concentration camp? These activists are sick in the head.
Acclaimed Hungarian Jewish director László Nemes just dropped a truth bomb at Cannes: “There’s an orgy of antisemitism, an absolute, shameless orgy of antisemitism, overtaking the West.”
His 2015 masterpiece Son of Saul — a harrowing film about a Sonderkommando at Auschwitz — won the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film and the Cannes Grand Prix.
Today? He says it “wouldn’t even make the Oscar shortlist.” Because “of the politicization of cinemas, because anything that’s Jewish is now considered . . .nobody would touch it with a 10-foot pole.”
This is where we are. Jews are being erased from the stories of their own genocide while Hollywood and the cultural elite cheer. The entertainment industry’s antisemitic purge is real — and it’s accelerating.
We must call it out. Every single time. Thanks László Nemes for doing so at the risk of your own career.
#JewHatred #Antisemitism
Aujourd’hui, j’étais à la banque, dans la file d’attente devant un distributeur.
Devant moi, un monsieur très âgé. Plus de quatre-vingts ans, sûrement.
Il tenait une enveloppe dans la main, un peu tremblante.
Quand ce fut son tour, je l’ai observé discrètement.
Il touchait l’écran, hésitait, revenait en arrière…
Je voyais bien qu’il ne comprenait pas.
L’écran, les boutons, les étapes… tout semblait trop rapide pour lui.
La file derrière commençait à s’impatienter.
Lui, il s’est retourné vers moi, avec un regard gêné mais digne,
et il m’a demandé, tout doucement :
« Vous pourriez m’aider… s’il vous plaît ? »
Je me suis avancée tout de suite.
Je lui ai expliqué calmement, étape par étape.
Sans jamais toucher son argent.
Par respect. Par pudeur. Par délicatesse.
Il voulait faire un dépôt.
Il a réussi, lentement, en se concentrant.
Quand l’opération s’est terminée, il avait l’air soulagé.
Comme un enfant fier d’avoir réussi.
Il m’a remerciée avec un sourire incroyable.
Et juste avant de partir, il a sorti un billet de 10 euros de sa poche
et a voulu me le donner.
J’ai refusé.
Il a insisté. Il m’a dit que c’était « pour le petit-déjeuner ».
Pour me remercier à sa manière.
J’ai décliné encore, doucement.
Et là, je suis repartie avec un nœud dans la gorge.
Parce que ce monsieur…
ce n’est pas un cas isolé.
Ils sont nombreux, nos parents, nos grands-parents,
perdus face à un monde devenu trop numérique, trop rapide, trop froid.
Perdus devant les écrans, les bornes, les applications, les mots de passe.
Ces gens ont construit le pays dans lequel on vit.
Ils ont travaillé toute leur vie.
Ils ont payé, cotisé, élevé des enfants, tenu des familles.
Et aujourd’hui, on les laisse seuls
face à des machines qui ne parlent pas,
dans des banques sans guichet,
dans des hôpitaux sans accueil,
dans des administrations sans humain.
On parle d’innovation, de progrès, de modernité…
Mais on oublie l’essentiel : l’humain.
S’arrêter cinq minutes pour aider quelqu’un,
ça ne coûte rien.
Mais pour eux, ça change tout.
Parfois je me demande :
est-ce qu’on avance vraiment…
ou est-ce qu’on devient juste plus rapides à oublier les autres ?