This is Norway in 2016.
To write openly about Muslim anti-Semitism is too risky, and journalist prefers to remain anonymous. Lifted from aftenposten.no, pathetic google translate
Are Norwegian Muslim children really taught to hate Norwegian Jews?
In recent years she has been advised not to wear jewelry or anything that may seem provocative. The daughter’s necklace, Star of David, has long since been hidden away , the op-ed author writes about her friend.
PHOTO: Arne Nøst
I must write this text anonymously. It makes it tragically even more topical.
“I have started saving. I’ve decided to move to Israel. ”
My Jewish girlfriend looks me seriously in the eyes.
“Because now, Israel is the only place I feel really secure.”
Israel? Safe? The combination of these two words do not sit well with me, I’ll be honest, but I quickly realize that she means business.
Advised not to speak Hebrew
In recent years she has been advised not to wear jewelry or anything that may seem provocative. The daughter’s necklace, Star of David, has long since been put away.
Talking Hebrew in Grønland is something they have been advised to not do. If they do so, they can be attacked and knocked down on open street, she tells me. Even the police has given warnings.
My girlfriend is still standing tall, but I’m worried.
Her daughter comes into the cafe where we sit. She attends a large secondary school in eastern part of oslo and am curious about how she’s doing there.
She smiles, happy at school. Has many friends.
I ask gently if anyone has bothered her because she is a Jew.
She stops, looks at her mother and says: I get the occasional “fucking Jew” thrown at me, but fortunately I have a lot behind me and supporting me.
The mother has not been told this by her daughter before, yet she seems not surprised. “It’s been like that,” she says, with a sad expression across the face.
The politically incorrect
I feel I get angry. And disappointed. Over Norwegians, my countrymen. Because its them, right?
And it is now I come to the core. The politically incorrect part, that makes my fellow journalists want to shut their eyes and break out in sweat…
“Yes, they’re Norwegian,” the teenager tells me. “But everyone has an immigrant background.”
This is where its easy go off the rails, start to to divide into “them” and “us” that I did not enjoy doing. But I’m about to be forced to do so. I do not want it that way and I will not be like that. I’ve always been curious about others’ faith and life, and it’s important for me to have friends from different backgrounds and beliefs, than my own.
But I get frustrated when we do not dare to speak the truth. For it is evident that we are talking about Muslims.
I am eager to see more Muslims stand up and condemn such stories!
I really wish that my journalist friends dare to debate this the media, for the world is becoming divided into them and us – regardless of the race to avoid it. And as long as politicians do not dare to articulate these challenges, we have a large abscess that will only grow larger.
“Raised to hate Jews”
NRK interviewed a while back ago the couple Csango in Kristiansand, and their experiences joins the ranks of stories I hear about Jews’ precarious existence in Norway.
Gerd Csango says among other things that in the interview:
“Many children of immigrants come from cultures where they simply are taught to hate Jews (…).”
I have every reason to believe that the Csango truthful, yet still a need to ask a seemingly infantile question:
Are Norwegian Muslim children really taught to hate Norwegian Jews? Can anyone answer me that? Because I’d really like that the impression I have of it today is wrong. Nothing would make me happier
At the cafe, this afternoon we continue to discuss the topic. My friend tells me about the pleasant Jordanian man who lives in her apartment building.
No longer greeting
An older, apparently reflected man she has always talked so nice with. Until she felt safe enough to tell where she really comes from. “We are neighbors in many ways we,” she said, with a smile
He had seen while on her and reciprocated smile. Begun to mention neighboring countries to Jordan, “Are you from Iraq?” No. “From Syria?” No, not that either. “Saudi Arabia maybe?”
When she shook her head once again, the expression in his face changed suddenly. She continued to smile, but quickly realized that the game was over.
He had stared at her, with a hateful expression, and refused to say the name of her country. According to my girlfriend, Muslims won’t pronounce the word if they can avoid it.
Is it really true? Can someone be kind enough to disprove this for me?
After the incident in the stairwell did not greet the man on her anymore. She is ostracized. Ignored.
If an adult, educated man can behave like this, that really frightens me. So we can not expect anything better of the youth … can we?
I know many will think that I’m terribly naive. A naive Norwegians with with her wool cap pulled firmly down over her eyes that believe that the conflicts in the Middle East can be resolved with a handshake in the stairwell of an apartment building in Norway.
Grief and resentment over generations
I know it goes deeper, over several generations, and I know that it is impossible for me to understand the sorrow and bitterness over generations who have been victims of oppression, poverty and death.
We need, in our own history, not to go longer than 70 years.
Still, older Norwegians speaking softly about them at the neighboring farm were Nazi sympathizers during the war. But they greet them at the store anyway.
They look them in the eye and treat them nicely. I mean, we do have manners!
Muslims worldwide has recently become even more concerned that they be shorn with the same comb. Naturally. Islamists destroy every thing.
I understand them as well. It’s never a good feeling to be accused of something you have not done. Or accused of having opinions that you simply dont have. What about all the innocent Jews who have Norway as their homeland?
My kind, good friend then has known never done anything against the Jordanian neighbor that would suggest that he could begin to treat her with disrespect.
Or what about the Norwegian teenager girl who can no longer bear the Star of David necklace adorned her with pride, without fear of reprisals and aggression?
This is not 1936. This is 2016
I am upset at the way home from the cafe visit. Is both sad and terrified. This is not 1936. It is 2016.
So upset was that I day after sat down and wrote this text. I showed it to my girlfriend. She was thankful for my involvement, yet anxious.
What if somebody can trace her if I write under my own name? Imagine if someone finds out where her daughter goes to school? What with the threatening neighbor?
When I learned about my friend’s worries the message of this article intensified and because I do not want to risk exposing her, this text is anonymous.
That I must do this in a seemingly well-functioning democracy, where freedom of expression is guaranteed, tragically makes this article even more relevant than I first thought.