My husband didn’t grow up Jewish or Israeli.
But being married for several years now…
watching the work I do,
the hate I get,
the messages he now helps me block—
it’s changed him.
What shocks him most
is how normal it is for me.
Because when you love someone—
and you watch them be hated,
every single day,
just for existing—
it hits differently.
We’ve come so far as a society
to protect so many groups.
But not the Jews.
Since the beginning of time.
And still — in 2025.
As we say in Hebrew:
אותה גברת בשינוי אדרת
“Same lady, different coat.”
Same hate.
New excuse.
I’m not afraid.
I never will be.
The hate reflects only
on those who waste their lives
spreading darkness.
But like fire,
hate spreads.
And that’s why it matters.
Not because of what I go through.
But because of what it fuels.
That’s why we must speak.
We must name it.
Call it out.
Refuse to normalize it.
That’s real freedom.
Not slogans.
Not made-up liberation.
But truth.