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Jean Amery
schreibt 1969 in "Der ehrbare Antisemitismus":
"Doch neu ist in der Tat die Ansiedlung des als Anti-Israelismus
sich gerierenden Antisemitismus auf der Linken. Einst war das
der Sozialismus der dummen Kerle. Heute steht er im Begriff,
ein integrierender Bestandteil des Sozialismus schlechthin zu
werden, und so macht jeder Sozialist sich selber freien Willens
zum dummen Kerl.
(…)
Jahrelang hat man - um einmal von Deutschland zu reden -
den israelischen Wehrbauern gefeiert und die feschen Mädchen
in Uniform. In schlechter Währung wurden gewisse Schuldge-
fühle abgetragen. Das musste langweilig werden. Ein Glück,
dass für einmal der Jude nicht verbrannt wurde, sondern als
herrischer Sieger dastand, als Besatzer. Napalm und so weiter.
Ein Aufatmen ging durchs Land. Jedermann konnte reden wie
die 'Deutsche National- und Soldaten-Zeitung'; wer links stand,
war befähigt, noch den Jargon des Engagements routinemäßig
zu exekutieren."
Bob Dylan
schreibt nach dem Einmarsch der Israelis 1982 in den Libanon
den Song "Neighborhood Bully". Er erschien 1983 auf seinem
Album "Infidels".
Hier der Beginn des Liedes in deutscher Übersetzung:
"Ja, der Störenfried der Nachbarschaft, er ist nur einer /
Seine Feinde sagen, er ist auf ihrem Land. /
Sie sind Millionen, er einer /
kein Ort nimmt ihn, nirgends kann er hin.
Er ist der Störenfried der Nachbarschaft.
Der Störenfried der Nachbarschaft versucht zu überleben, /
dass er lebt, wirft man ihm vor. /
Wehren soll er sich nicht, /
eine dicke Haut soll er haben, /
auf den Boden soll er sich legen und sterben,
wenn sie ihm die Tür eintreten.
Er ist der Störenfried der Nachbarschaft.
Der Störenfried der Nachbarschaft wurde aus jedem Land vertrieben, /
als Exilant wandert er von Ort zu Ort.
Vor seinen Augen wurde die Familie verstreut,
seine Landsleute verfolgt und zerstört, /
und immer wird ihm vorgehalten, dass er überhaupt geboren ist.
Er ist der Störenfried der Nachbarschaft.
Und als er eine Mörderbande k.o. schlug, kamen die Kritiker, /
alte Frauen verdammten ihn, er solle sich entschuldigen. /
Dann vernichtete er eine Bombenfabrik, es freute sich niemand. /
Die Bomben galten ihm. / Und er sollte sich schämen. /
Er ist der Störenfried der Nachbarschaft."
HIER der Song zum Anhören:
http://inliniedreapta.net/bob-dylan-neighborhood-bully/
Und hier der gesamte Songtext im Original:
Well, the neighborhood bully, he’s just one man
His enemies say he’s on their land
They got him outnumbered about a million to one
He got no place to escape to, no place to run
He’s the neighborhood bully
The neighborhood bully just lives to survive
He’s criticized and condemned for being alive
He’s not supposed to fight back, he’s supposed to have thick skin
He’s supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in
He’s the neighborhood bully
The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land
He’s wandered the earth an exiled man
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn
He’s always on trial for just being born
He’s the neighborhood bully
Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad
The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feel bad
He’s the neighborhood bully
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That he’ll live by the rules that the world makes for him
’Cause there’s a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac
He’s the neighborhood bully
He got no allies to really speak of
What he gets he must pay for, he don’t get it out of love
He buys obsolete weapons and he won’t be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side
He’s the neighborhood bully
Well, he’s surrounded by pacifists who all want peace
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease
Now, they wouldn’t hurt a fly. To hurt one they would weep
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep
He’s the neighborhood bully
Every empire that’s enslaved him is gone
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon
He’s made a garden of paradise in the desert sand
In bed with nobody, under no one’s command
He’s the neighborhood bully
Now his holiest books have been trampled upon
No contract he signed was worth what it was written on
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health
He’s the neighborhood bully
What’s anybody indebted to him for?
Nothin’, they say. He just likes to cause war
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed
He’s the neighborhood bully
What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers? Well, the neighborhood bully, he’s just one man
His enemies say he’s on their land
They got him outnumbered about a million to one
He got no place to escape to, no place to run
He’s the neighborhood bully
The neighborhood bully just lives to survive
He’s criticized and condemned for being alive
He’s not supposed to fight back, he’s supposed to have thick skin
He’s supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in
He’s the neighborhood bully
The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land
He’s wandered the earth an exiled man
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn
He’s always on trial for just being born
He’s the neighborhood bully
Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad
The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feel bad
He’s the neighborhood bully
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That he’ll live by the rules that the world makes for him
’Cause there’s a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac
He’s the neighborhood bully
He got no allies to really speak of
What he gets he must pay for, he don’t get it out of love
He buys obsolete weapons and he won’t be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side
He’s the neighborhood bully
Well, he’s surrounded by pacifists who all want peace
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease
Now, they wouldn’t hurt a fly. To hurt one they would weep
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep
He’s the neighborhood bully
Every empire that’s enslaved him is gone
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon
He’s made a garden of paradise in the desert sand
In bed with nobody, under no one’s command
He’s the neighborhood bully
Now his holiest books have been trampled upon
No contract he signed was worth what it was written on
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health
He’s the neighborhood bully
What’s anybody indebted to him for?
Nothin’, they say. He just likes to cause war
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed
He’s the neighborhood bully
What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers? Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill
Running out the clock, time standing still
Neighborhood bully
E.S.