No more Nazi thrills for you! Authentic Jew @authenttorahjew · 6m Rabbi Yaakov Shapiro's comment quoted at the DOJ Religious Liberty Commission, on how Zionism harms Jews in America: "American Jews are increasingly treated as less fully American—our loyalty questioned, our belonging made conditional—because Zionist ideology falsely claims Israel is the nation-state of Jews everywhere and that every Jew is nationally tied to it. "This framing is anti-Semitic at its core: it strips us of our identity as Americans, recasts us as foreigners in our own country, and arms antisemites with accusations of divided loyalties and collective guilt for actions we neither chose nor control. "No other foreign country does this—no sovereign state claims to politically represent an entire worldwide group defined by religion or heritage and bind its members to its deeds—yet Jews alone bear this unique, unjust burden. That dangerous lie must be rejected openly and firmly. "The remedy is clear: civic education that teaches unconditional American belonging through citizenship alone—not ethnicity, heritage, or any fabricated foreign tie. We are Americans, full stop—and we reject any doctrine that treats us otherwise." Dr. Ben Carson responds: "You know, I've known a lot of Jewish people, worked with a lot of Jewish people, some of the finest people that I know sitting in the front row here, Dr. Henry Brim. 25 years. The chairman of neurosurgery at Johns Hopkins is one of the kindest, fairest people I've ever worked with, and I wonder why do people really think that Jews are a separate entity in the United States of America? "Jews have been here since the very beginning. They, too, were interested in a place where they could practice their religion freely. You know, when George Washington's army was about out of cash, it was him, Solomon a Jew, a very rich Jew, who gave up virtually all of his money and encouraged other people to give, which saved the Union. I don't know that we would've ever become a country without the input of Jews. So that's something we need to remember. "We need to remember that during the Civil Rights movement, who was standing right there with the rest of us who were interested in freedom for everybody in our society? It was the Jews. "Many of them died for the cause of civil rights, and I just want to make that point, that they are not a separate entity from Americans. They're a very important part. And how do we get people to recognize that and not think of Jews as something separate?"

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