My Little Girl Almost Became a Human Sacrifice!

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When I wrote about Human Sacrifice in the post just below this one, I got a very mixed reaction. Someone I have known for a very long time, a teacher and inspiration of mine, put her finger directly on the fulcrum of this reaction when she wrote:

“It is always difficult to determine whether an article like this will primarily arm with many particulars those who already agree with you, or if it will reach also those who do not currently agree.”

Its a problem. I understand that terms like human sacrifice are harsh. It sounds wild and outlandish. But many years ago, I almost unknowingly sacrificed my own child in this way so I know that we need to express this fully and honestly.

This is not my Amy. This is a picture of Hallel Yaffa Ariel, an Israeli girl who was savagely slashed to death in her own bed, as she slept by a Muslim Teenager. To protect my daughter, let Hallel represent her here.

Back in the early eighties my young family and I lived next door to an Iranian family. They were nice, friendly people. Hamid (not his real name) was a physician who was just starting out in his own practice. His wife, Haideh, also Iranian born, was a mathematician. She taught at a local college. We moved in to our brand new houses just months apart and shared the rigors of nurturing lawns where there had been only bulldozer tracks. We cooperated in the planting of trees and shrubs to define the empty expanses between our new homes. We borrowed tools from each other. Hamid and I played tennis often and even discussed the possibility of building a tennis court in the flat spot where our lots met. Our children played together and his son, Amir and my daughter Amy became very close friends. The two of them were barely more than toddlers when they first met but were soon talking about getting married the way little ones sometimes do when they find a close companion of the opposite sex.

The next summer, they went back to Iran to visit with their families. We were afraid for our friends. We knew the country was in turmoil. They were gone for several weeks. For much of that time my Amy’s days were occupied with day camp but she still missed her friend. They finally returned a week before school. 

It was a sunny Sunday morning and Amy went out right after breakfast and met Amir in his backyard. We watched as they began to play and turned away to read the Sunday paper. We were surprised when Amy came back inside a short while later. She walked by us with her head down and started up the stairs to her room. We had expected to have to call her in for lunch so it was odd that she came back so early. I called after her and asked her what was wrong. She told me how little 5-year-old Amir had matter-of-factly informed my innocent 5-year-old daughter that because she is a Jew it is his duty to kill her.

I went right over to talk with my friend and neighbor. Hamid was deeply embarrassed. He hastened to explain that: “Over there, the radio and TV were full of that kind of thing - you simply couldn’t avoid it.” He assumed that Amir had heard this kind of thing on the radio or TV because no one in his family believed such things. He was sure, he told me, that now that Amir was back here he would soon forget it. He assured me that he would talk with Amir and was sure that the boy didn’t even understand what he was saying.

I could see how distressed he was and told him that I understood and that I appreciated his concern. We looked at each other and shook hands and patted each other on the shoulder. I was sure that it would not change things between our families.

Remember that this was twenty years before September 11, 2001, and just shortly after the fall of the Shah.  Before they had left, I had wondered vaguely if his kids were going to be exposed to anti-American rhetoric and how that would sit with them. But what manner of “rhetoric”. This had never entered my mind. The raw, murderous Jew hatred was an utter shock. Back then many of us believed the myth of the benevolent ancient caliphates and the benign toleration of “Dhimmis” under Muslim rule. After all, I mused, Iran was at war with Iraq. And Israel had recently bombed the Osirac reactor thereby preventing Iraq from developing nuclear weapons…

In the light of everything that has transpired since then, it may seem hopelessly naïve of me but I was amazed that what had surfaced first from this child’s sojourn in his homeland was the immediacy of the violent impulse. As I lay awake in bed that night, I found I couldn’t get the event out of my mind. The idea that a child could have such an impulse was staggering by itself. What kind of madness had he been exposed too? What hellish clatter of hatred and fear was there in the streets and media over there that could move a five year old say such a thing?

I had seen the pictures on the nightly news reports on the recently ended hostage ordeal. The impression was of dense, agitated crowds of shirt-sleeved young men with posters and bullhorns. For all that it was fascinating, the violent rhetoric was often reported untranslated and the alien animus seemed unconnected to me personally. It now began to creep in upon me that our news media were not showing us the whole picture- that they were hiding the things that were the deadliest and most disturbing. 

I had watched the news with the detachment of one who had every confidence that it had nothing to do with me. Now, as I lay awake, I could see- it was very personal. It was frightening, it was unfamiliar, it was hateful and I had no idea how big or how close it was. I understood then that I had no real information about it- that is the moment that I began to realize that our media and our leaders were not being straight with us. 

I lay awake that night thinking, picturing the sweating, rioting crowds in the streets of Tehran and imagining their squawking radios and televisions. The morning before, I had thought that all I had to do was talk to my neighbor about this thing. Now I saw clearly that this was very big and very ugly- beyond reach of a friendly neighborhood talk. I got out of bed and looked out the window toward their house, bathed in pale moonlight. The calm late summer night was filled with a new shadow- the specter of an evil that had once seemed far away and theoretical and was suddenly present and breathing quietly in the deep shadows of that soft night. I walked down the hall and looked into Amy’s room. Her soft brown curls shone in the moonlight and she stirred and sighed.

I wandered back to my bed and lay down. What kind of culture, I wondered, puts ideas like this into the mind of a little boys? How was it, even with parents like my friends Hamid and Haideh, the racket and stink of genocidal hatred could so easily stick to him and be carried so quietly and so deep into the heart of our safe little suburban neighborhood. 

And what kind of culture leaves its own citizens so uninformed and unprotected as we are?

Only now, more than thirty years later, I see what is most frightening about what happened to my family. It was never truly about Islam. It is that I could never have anticipated or defended against this threat because, as a liberal I was blinded by the “The Narrative”. The modern liberal/progressive movement with its high priests in the media and its Royal lineage of progressive leaders, starting with Eugene McCarthy and culminating in Carter, Obama, Kerry, and Clinton, intentionally advocates that we agree to be defenseless against the cultural and behavioral dangers that we face. It was my internalization of Political correctness that prevented me from understanding the role of Islam. It was multiculturalism that blocked my ability to see that not all cultures are equal or peaceful. It was “diversity” that encouraged me to want to accept alien cultural influence as beneficial. And it was , “social justice” that encouraged me to want to ignore obvious dangers.

Political Correctness, multiculturalism, diversity and social justice are, after all. intellectual constructs. They are purposefully meant to disarm us- to divorce us from reality and make it impossible to question “The Narrative”.

The horrors of this “narrative” are all around us; and we are paralyzed. The intellectual barricades that have been constructed around it to keep it from collapsing are, by now, embedded deep in us. All the while the attacks of an unforgiving reality are killing and maiming innocent people. Our media don’t show us the blood- just the dry body count- and they don’t dwell on that. Nor do they talk about who the murderers and rapists really are. The soft, neutered and incomplete reporting of the media that prevent us from even identifying the threat, let alone address it. Worst of all, our leaders distract us, turning the public reaction into debates about “gun violence”, “religious tolerance” and “profiling”. 

For many years, the victims were mostly far away. Israelis killed in bombings, shootings and knifings were somehow acceptable losses. The Narrative told us this was bad but “understandable”.  Once in a while the violence would break through to us as when Pan AM flight 93 was brought down over Lockerbie with with hundreds of Americans on board or the Marine barracks bombing in Lebanon. But those too were far away and somehow portrayed as “tragedies” instead of the atrocities they were. Then 3,000 died on 9/11 and The media acolytes of The Narrative obfuscated more aggressively. They mewled, “Why do They Hate Us?” and answered their own questions with bromides about economic conditions and job opportunities. 

Still the bodies pile up, and they no longer far away. They are here. They are torn, bloody bodies of unarmed service men and women cut down on a military base, two Coptic Christian men beheaded in their car, a whole family literally shredded by a hail of explosion-propelled nails and ball bearings on the streets of Boston. One minute they were standing there cheering the marathon; the next, they were blown down and torn to shreds. The 8 year old son, suddenly legless, lying on the cold cement, bled-out from his massive wounds with his eyes open, pleading for help. There are so many, we forget them as the next wave of murder materializes.

So, I am left to wonder if, the next time I read about a young Muslim man whose parents came here when he was a child, shooting people at a mall, or planting pressure-cooker bombs in public places or slaughtering gay people in a nightclub, or stabbing random passers-by if his name will turn out to be Amir. So far so good- at least for me- the names have been Hassan, Tsarnaev, Farook, Mateen, Arcan Cetin and so many others I can’t even count.

I feel as if in a nightmare with some rude beast bearing down on me, coming for my family, devouring my community undermining my nation- and they don’t see it! I can’t move, can't scream, can’t even speak! And even if I could, no one would hear or understand.

I share this personal story in the hope that you, my reader, will understand and help us wake up from this nightmare. Hillary Clinton ignored the peril to her own employees in Benghazi in order to support The Narrative and help Barak Obama get re-elected. In that sense, she is personally guilty of sacrificing four human beings, one of them a man she called a friend in order to support this morally bankrupt, intellectual fantasy. She did not give Ambassador Stevens the security he requested and wherever the “stand down” order came from, she had to have been part of that decision.

Human Sacrifice is the only way The Narrative survives and more innocents are fed to this hungry monster every day. To name a few:

• Each and every death by Islamic terror
• The victims of street violence in the inner cities that have been wasted by the sickness of the liberal welfare and poverty bureaucracy.
• The living infants murdered in “live birth abortions”
• The veterans betrayed by the VA medical establishment who die waiting for care

They are all offered up to support The Narrative and The Narrative is Hillary.

For all his human shortcomings, Trump is our only hope to stop, or at least begin to break down The Narrative. It is his very impulsiveness that gives me this faith. He speaks the truth about what he sees. He is not cowed by the opinions and fears of others, He believes in confronting reality- and dealing with it head on. 

Can there be any doubt that if that little boy had found a gun, or taken a knife or used one of the gardening tools instead of talking first, that the only news about the death or maiming of my daughter that would have reached the rest of the world (or my, former, liberal self!) would have been a bemused and vague report of a tragedy? Enough of calling atrocities “tragedies”! Have we not had altogether too much of the liberal agenda and the progressive narrative and the sacrifices they require of us?

A vote for Hillary is a vote to make The Narrative stronger and even more opaque. A vote for Trump is a vote to breach its defenses, to make reality our guide and, yes, to Make America Great Again.

Human Sacrifice in the 21st Century- Surprise! Its Us!

I have a lot of reasons for wanting Trump to win the presidency some of them are negative in nature but more of them are positive. One of them is that he promises to protect us from unnecessary sacrifice. Lest you think that I am being overly dramatic or hyperbolic, think about the word sacrifice. When we think of human sacrifice we tend to think of it as a religious practice, something that took place only in the benighted past. It was, we like to believe, a practice born of superstition and ignorance, something we could never countenance today. And yet, we now see human sacrifice on a regular basis in the middle east, in Europe and the US. Surprisingly, I have come to agree with the Obama, Kerry, Clinton unwillingness to call this Islamic terror. Not that I doubt the existence of Islamic terror. Its just that I have come to see that it is really a liberal/progressive plan that encompasses many other kinds of terror- some obvious and some not. I would call it liberal/progressive human sacrifice. What qualifies it as human sacrifice and what is its purpose? Let me explain.

While its true, young Muslim men are often terroristic executioners, there are also thousands of cases of less obvious terror crimes- rapes, violence and murder by illegal immigrants from south and central America. Then there is the incessant black on black murder spree in the desperate inner cities that have been created by decades of “compassionate” Democratic policies and administrations. Add all those victims up and they  far outnumber the toll from Islamic terror.  

What all these types of killing have in common is that they grow out of the social, economic and political goals of the progressive elites in The West. Its not just that they refuse to act to stop it in any meaningful way. They have a vital interest in perpetuating it. Any real remedy would require that they publicly admit that their entire political project is nonsense and they are worse than worthless- they are a cancer on society.

They are The Entitled Elite.

The Entitled Elite includes: 

• Career Politicians
• The Crony Capitalist Corporations who pay big fees to Politicians who excoriate them in public and serve their needs in private.
• The media
• Entertainment
• Consultants Who can forget Jonathan Gruber sneering at us for paying him so much money for such a bollox and fraud as the details of Obama care
• Government bureaucrats
• Academics
• Non-profit profiteers - Social Justice, Environmental and “Poverty” activists and all manner of agitators and “Community Organizers”
• Financial aggregators (those who package and repackage many without investment in productive work and development of resources)
• Those collecting unearned income, including welfare recipients and fraudulent disability payments (as opposed to people who are actually disabled) 

What they all have in common is that they are paid on the basis of who they know, their legal status and their public persona and that the money to pay them comes at the expense of those of us who work, serve, produce and develop. They are dependent on image, luck, and maintaining their public persona in a way that the non-elite cannot imagine. What The Elite fears most is that the rest of us will see through their insular, naive and dangerous utopian narrative and recognize the naked greed and ambition they conceal beneath it. 

Oh yes, greed! They love to accuse Trump of it but while he produces value and jobs for others to earn his wealth, they are simply selling influence and “feelings” for it and it is their own worst vice. They suck at the public teat and sneer at the wage earners and entrepreneurs who they feed off. 

The Clintons, for example, they have stored up Hundreds of millions of dollars in their foundation to pay for their travel and expenses and to keep their legion of elitist courtiers employed. They parlay thirty minute speeches full of treacle and rotten promises for hundreds of thousands of dollars and expect everyone to believe that there is no quid pro quo involved. To justify all this greed they publicly profess belief in a pathetically naive and self-serving set of political ideas that have been proven to be poisonous and destructive where ever tried.

They pretend that they believe that human aggression and raw evil can be argued or shamed or appeased out of existence. They want us to believe the fiction that every person in every culture around the world just wants to be like us. They believe not is equality of opportunity but in the equality of results. They want the redistribution of wealth - as long as they are the ones who get to decide how it get redistributed.  The lynchpin of the narrative is that they are the ones who know enough and feel enough and see the future clearly enough to make all those decisions for all people, that they, the progressive Entitled Elite, can lead us all to a finer and more equitable world. 

They don’t solve problems because the real solutions do not fit the liberal/progressive narrative. How many times has Obama and his spokespeople tried to cloak the killing of innocent American citizens in the camouflage of “work place violence”, “lone wolf attacks”, gun violence and (the mother of all euphemisms!) “man-caused disaster”. According to their “narrative”, Putin, the Mullahs of Iran and the savages of ISIS do not even belong to our “21st century” the murderous toll in black neighborhoods of Chicago, Baltimore and Detroit are “gun violence” and the unchecked, unvetted waves of illegal immigration are all “dreamers” and future “valedictorians”.

Our elitist leaders have lately taken to informing us that we must “expect” the acts of those young men as a part of our “normal” life going forward. The (Muslim) mayor of London, our own feckless Secretary of State John Kerry and many others have said exactly the same in recent months. At home and abroad, we are expected to pay no attention to the deadly results of their futile attempts to force the world into the utopia that even they don’t really believe in. The forgetting and ignorance they try to force on us is monumental. Hillary Clinton has even told a congressional panel in essence to forget inquiring about the responsibility for the sacrifice of our ambassador and three other brave Americans in Benghazi asking “What difference does it make now anyway?”

Anyone who tries to reveal the truth or to suggest the otherwise obvious remedies for the situation are squelched. Destroy the base of the world-wide jihad network with a direct and all out military effort? Surveil proven incubators of jihadist activity in our own country? At the very least can we agree that there really IS a profile of the most obvious perpetrators of jihadi violence and watch them more closely? Or how about simply monitoring the travel of refugees and asylum seekers and if one of them travels back to the place from which he allegedly fled and it is a known terror locale, revoke his travel documents and do not allow him back into the US. Any one of these measures would have saved more American lives than “gun control”. But no, Obama turns up his nose, thrusts forward his haughty chin and proclaims, “That is not who we are”. 

“Not who we are” is his way of drawing our attention away from the ugly reality he has created. It is emotional blackmail. It is the domestic analog of Obama and Kerry trying to invalidate the existence of Putin and, the mullahs and ISIS by labeling them “not of the 21st century”. Last time I looked, they are all still there…

For many of us who are not in the elite, it IS who we are. Taking reasonable and rational steps to recognize and combat a threat to the lives and freedom of our citizens used to be exactly who America was and we need to return there as soon as possible.

Obama, Kerry and Clinton don’t fear random violence. They live behind big fences and have constant armed security around them.

They shame the use of words like “Islamic Terror”, “rapist” “Thug”, “Crazy” and “Illegal Alien"  with accusations of “racism” and “islamophobia” and xenophobia. They do this because those are the very words we need to use in order to understand the danger they have engineered. It is, again, emotional blackmail. They do it to lull us into believing that “it will not be me, today, who will die for their mad pursuit of utopia” - to keep us sufficiently anesthetized and repressed that we don’t rise up, name it and try to reverse it. 

It is a modern reprise of Shirley Jackson’s nightmarish and brilliant short story, The Lottery. The Lottery is a tale of a congenial-seeming, mid-twentieth century  “American” village in which the villagers gather every year to participate in a lottery in which one innocents villager is chosen by lot to be stoned to death. They do this in the belief that the lottery in some way gives stability to their lives and fosters economic security. The difference now between this fiction and our reality is that “Mr Stevens”, the person who ran the lottery took part in the risk of lottery himself and was not the exclusive economic beneficiary. He was exposed to the jeopardy along with the rest and got no extra pay or security. Obama, Kerry, and Clinton want the rest of us to give up our arms, take down our fences, open our borders, forget the serial terror, ignore the blood of our neighbors and accept the chance that we will be next- as a normal part of life; while they go on amassing huge personal fortunes, selling out the interests of the people who actually make and do things of value, and wielding power that is less and less fettered by constitutional limits. 

They are like monsters of some ancient myth who mesmerize their victims with tales of utopia and paradise of socialist security even while they are feeding off our labor and good will. Our aspirations for a better life for our children are being squelched and our fears and concerns are invalidated. 

Mrs Clinton famously asked, “What difference does it make?” When Trey Gowdy honed in on her lies about her responsibility for the deaths of four of her employees. As she now grasps for absolute hold on the apparatus of government, we must understand her question as more emotional blackmail. The elite have already assaulted the property and lives of conservatives with the IRS. Like all other dishonest and mistaken leaders in human history, when they can, they will not just ignore anything that that proves them wrong they will crush it or kill it- with a vengeance. 

Here is the difference it makes, Madam Secretary: 

It used to be that the lives of American citizens could not be bartered for gold or political power. You have changed that and this is a very big difference indeed. You lied about Benghazi precisely to help your progressive president fend off Mitt Romney and Romney lacked the courage to expose you and stand up for us. Donald Trump is calling you on it and that is why I am for him. Not just because he is against you but because he seems to know what makes a difference!

So convinced are they of their own worth and the depravity of anyone who disagrees with them, they will stop at nothing. Just look at the attacks they have launched at Trump and his supporters: “Deplorable”, “mentally deficient”, “reckless”, “immature”, “indecent” and “violent”. Yet it is the supporters of the Democrats who have firebombed the North Carolina headquarters of of the Trump campaign. 

No less a fraud than Elizabeth Warren, who at least three times on official student and employment application documents fraudulently claimed to be a Native American in order to gain entry to the elite and enhance her career, last week publicly accused Trump of advocating the assassination of Hillary Clinton. Trump, for all his human faults, is not that kind of a monster, only people so impressed with their own infallibility and worth could be so ruthless. I vote for Trump because he is our only hope to stem the bloody tide of sacrifice.