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#and even when he’s still facing backlash. still getting in trouble. still having his badge threatened
mars-ipan · 3 years
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thinking abt how ever since edgeworth started making the change to be a better prosecutor and work on achieving the truth rather than a guilty sentence he immediately started getting in trouble with the higher-ups... the self-doubt that must have instilled in him.. especially for someone who was just forced to remember all of his trauma and come to grips with the fact that the man he thought was like a second father was actually a horrible person who never truly cared for him and in fact killed his birth father...
and edgeworth has had perfectionism drilled into his brain since like... 9 years old. imagine being “perfect” your whole life and when you start trying to heal from the abuse you never realized you were a victim of you immediately face backlash from the people whose praise you sought for YEARS.... the fear that you were making the wrong choice... damn....
#like. i can see why he faked his death. this was a man who had too much to deal with#and was so used to not having a support system that he didn’t (and still doesn’t really) even know where to begin asking for help#because for most of his childhood being vulnerable was considered a bad thing#but also like. he probably started seeing a therapist over in europe and the amount of growth he went through in just a year? amazing#he comes back completely confident that he’s doing the right thing (maybe not fully but ‘fake it til you make it’ is a good strategy)#and even when he’s still facing backlash. still getting in trouble. still having his badge threatened#he KNOWS he’s making the right choice and refuses to back down#because if he were wrong he wouldn’t be as happy as he was now. he would still be studying under mvk and cursing that man for ruining things#and like... whenever that self-doubt seeps back in (hard to say if it’ll ever fully disappear) all he has to do is look around him#and he remembers all the people that love him so dearly and how he would not be able to accept that love if he had not made this decision#and he trusts them- so he trusts that they love him for a good reason#and i just....#sorry i don’t normally rant about edgeworth but like. that dude’s been through so much#the amount of growth he went through in such a short time span is amazing. it’s silly but#i’m genuinely so proud of this fictional character and how far he’s come#i hope he is too. in whatever little universe he may exist in
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mainly-kpop · 5 years
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Butterfly Boutique
Thank you to @itssunniesworld for all the help on this you champion 💖💖
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She nursed a coffee in one hand her phone in the other, flicking through her apps casually trying to pass some time. She hid under a shelter of a small convenience store trying her best to avoid backlash from the heavy rain beating down on the concrete in front of her sneakers. Looking up she realised it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon so she finished off her coffee and headed into the store puffing out a huff of annoyance. An Umbrella, that’s all she needed to get her from here to home, why did things like this always happen when she got to leave work early.
‘Um, hey, do you guys sell umbrellas?’ she asked walking to the front desk without even looking around. The young man behind the counter wore a look of pity, and she already knew her fate.
‘We don’t miss, no, I’m sorry but I can give you this?’ She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, was this kid for real? A newspaper? Jesus H Christ. 
‘A paper? Are you serious?’ The young man let out a small laugh that made her raise her eyebrow further, if it was even possible at this point, this kid had some balls she would give him that. 
‘You misunderstand. The little boutique across the street sells umbrellas, this is to help you across the street.’ She put down her cup letting the boy bin it, thanking him quickly and running across the road. She ran through the door letting it swing behind her making a loud bang upon entry, wow idiot way to make an entrance, she thought to herself. A few customers turned around to look at her in disgust as a boy came running up to her side closing the door tightly behind her. 
‘My goodness! Look at you! You’re soaked through. Here let me take your jacket, I’ll get it dry you just have a look around, I’ll be here if you need anything!’ And with that the boy practically skipped away with her jacket and the soaked news paper. She tried to tell him it was fine, that she only came in for one thing but he was gone before she even took a breath,sighing defeated she decided she better take him up on the offer.
Jimin judged the poor girl as she walked around the store. He watched the things she picked up and put back things she checked the price on and things she just straight up screwed her nose up at. She reminded him of his boss. Somewhat grumpy looking but probably a really pure heart buried in there somewhere, horrible fashion sense, that was the biggest resemblance to him. Something Jimin would have to help them both with if he even got time, he was a busy man he would tell you. 
Looking around she wondered why she had never noticed this little store before, it was small, that was a given. Rails all up the walls but still within arms reach, mannequins with beautiful dresses or a cute top and jeans decorating them, accessories littered over one end and last but not least a few dump bins with random deals, socks and bras thrown in. Looking around leisurely she stopped dead in front of a dress, about knee length red lace with a puffy skirt, it was beautiful. She dragged her hand gently across it loving the way it felt under her finger tips, sighing she picked the dress up and headed to find an umbrella, that’s what she came in for that’s what she would leave with, even if she did end up making another purchase or two... She looked around and sighed defeated, instead searching for the young man who stole her jacket. 
‘Excuse me, the boy in the store across the street said you sell umbrellas but I can’t find them’ She looked up at the boy to see the same bright smile as before beaming down at her. God this boy had some good customer service. 
‘Ah, Yes, we did. We sold the last one to the woman who left as you came in! I’m so sorry!’ She sighed resting her elbows on the desk placing her head in her hands, she only lived two minutes away, she could just run, it wouldn’t be that bad she could dry off as soon as she got in avoid whatever sickness this would inevitably give her. 
‘Okay, not its fine, I’ll just get this.’ She sighed. ‘Could I at least have my jacket back?’ She smirked at him, his eyes widened before he ran to the back coming back with it placing it on the counter for her to take. She put it on grabbing the bag with the dress in it and turning around to leave. 
‘Wait!’ The young boy shouted she turned around looking at him, He was right behind her as she turned, she had to step back slightly to avoid touching him, would have been ever so slightly inappropriate.
‘Take this with you.’ He spoke gently handing her an umbrella, he leaned in to her ear whispering, ‘It’s my bosses but he’s been a bit of a dick to me today so we can let him soak for a night, plus we wouldn’t want that pretty new dress to be ruined now would we.’ He said husky voice brushing her ear, lips grazing as he spoke a shiver shot down her spine as she looked up at the boy and smiled at him. He was attractive for sure, maybe a little young. 
‘Thank you, uh...’ 
‘Jimin.’ He answered easily. 
‘Thank you Jimin, I’ll get this back to you before he realises he brought one today, I promise you.’ With that she stepped out the door happily making her way home. 
‘Jimin, Do you know where I put my umbrella? I’m sure I brought one today...’ His boss asked as they were closing up shop. Jimin shrugged nonchalantly really just wanting to go home. 
‘I don’t know, maybe you left it somewhere when you went out to lunch?’ His boss shrugged maybe he was right, he was rather famous for forgetting to pick things up. He nodded shuffling Jimin out the door locking it behind him and running to the bus stop. Boy was he going to regret this one.  
The next day, she figured she should drop the umbrella off early, and maybe buying a couple of things she saw that she liked. She walked into the store, hoping that Jimin would just pop out of nowhere like he did last time but he is no where to be seen. Another man sat behind the desk legs crossed over the other, book in his hand reading away, steaming coffee sitting beside him. She took in the aroma that filled the small section of the store as she walked towards him. 
‘Excuse me, do you know where Jimin is?’ She hesitated slightly with his name, not really remembering if it was right. The man looked up to her catching her eye as he did, he was beautiful. Dyed white hair falling in front of his eyes, the large round glasses stopping the hair from getting in his eyes, plump lips red from him probably pushing his teeth into them while reading. She was sure it was a habit everyone had, not just her. 
‘He’s not in for another 20 minutes, Can I take a message for him?’ The man spoke in a raspy voice, God he was so fucking attractive, maybe she would keep coming here. 
‘Oh, right, um, no message to take, just if you could give this back to him and tell him I say thank you, and that I hope he didn’t get into too much trouble.’ He looked down at the umbrella in her hand and frowned, hold on that was his umbrella... He started to piece it together. 
‘That little shit...’ He whispered under his breath. She looked up at him with the most confused frown he had ever seen painted across anyone’s face. Her face shouldn’t have such a frown, only the most beautiful of smiles. 
‘Oh, right sorry.’ He spoke standing up from the chair holding his hand out for her to shake, she placed her hand in his ever so gently ‘I’m Yoongi, Jimin’s boss.’ She face palmed slightly, realising if Jimin wasn’t in trouble before he was now. 
‘Oh man. I’m sorry, please don’t yell at him for it, I must have looked pretty pathetic yesterday, he was just trying to-’ 
‘I’m not going to yell at him, it brought you back didn’t it? That’s good enough for me.’ Her cheeks flushed at his statement, he didn’t seem embarrassed just smiled, maybe he was talking about a business view point? That must have been it, he had just met her. 
‘Right, it did I guess, well thank you for the lend of the umbrella, Yoongi.’ She let the name fall out of her lips effortlessly, like she could say it for the rest of her life without question. ‘I’m going to have a look around, thanks again.’ She smiled genuinely at him and wandered off to where she had seen that cute pair of trousers yesterday. 
Jimin walks through the door casually just before his shift was due to start placing his bag and jacket in the locker room and putting his little badge on his t-shirt. The best thing about working in a little store like this meant that Jimin didn’t need to wear a uniform, as long as he had his badge on the manager didn’t really care. 
‘Jimin, can I speak with you for a minute?’ His heart thumped out of his chest, what did he do wrong this time? His boss was always a calm and quiet man, he was usually happy with the work Jimin did but on slight occasion there was an issue and he used his manager voice. It froze Jimin from the inside out he hated it. 
‘What’s up boss?’ He tried to keep it lighthearted. The thing about Jimin’s personality was, it was extremely hard to stay mad at him, if you ever were. He was always so fluffy and adorable and just funny. If you were trying to be mad, he would always make you smile, and this is what Yoongi struggled with the most, his bubbly and adorable personality. 
‘I see you gave someone my umbrella yesterday, want to tell me why?’ That was it? That’s why he was using is big man voice? Jimin had an easy excuse on the tip of his tongue. 
‘She’s cute is she not? I thought you might like her.’ He spoke cockily, he saw Yoongis cheeks tint and he knew he was free to go.
They both walked out to the shop floor ready to put away the delivery of new clothes when she stepped up to the desk placing down a hand full of random clothing items. 
‘Oh, nice to see you again...uh?’ 
‘Y/N, nice to see you too Jimin, I hope I didn’t get you into trouble today.’ She spoke softly so Yoongi couldn’t hear. 
‘Oh him? No, he’s a big old pussy cat!’ He laughed happily picking up some of her items looking at her with a raised eyebrow. 
‘Really? These? This is your style? Is this an outfit to you?’ She gasped dramatically already sensing a friendship with this young happy man. 
‘Are you insulting my taste?’She questioned as Jimin nodded as if she just stated the obvious. 
‘Well I will have you know little man, I wont be wearing these two items together thank you very much.’ She rolled her eyes as he put the items in a bag for her. 
‘Listen, let me help you out, give you a good old fashioned wardrobe make over, you don’t have to buy just let me show you what a real outfit looks like, yes?’ She considers it for a moment before sighing and nodding, What does she have to lose right? 
‘Great! Meet me here tomorrow at 2pm, he goes away home, and we aren’t usually all that busy after lunch.’ She agreed and picked up her bag telling him she would see him tomorrow. As she approached the door she made eye contact again with Yoongi blushing as he smirked at her, maybe she would come a bit earlier to see him leave? 
‘Bye Jimin, See you tomorrow!’ Yoongi shouted the next day from the back room waving his employee off before being left alone for the next 3 hours, he should really hire extra hands for days like this. Jimin left the shop sharp making sure not to run into her on his way out, god would that be awkward. 
‘Hello?’ A small voice called out from the desk. Yoongi poked his head around the corner to see her standing in front of him, he smiled warmly at the familiar face, maybe he would be okay for the next few hours if she was here.
‘Hello love, What brings you back today?’ He questioned calmly, Surely it couldn’t be Jimin again. 
‘Oh, well I think I might have been set up.’ She spoke eyes looking down slightly embarrassed. His eyes shot up to hers in concern, was she supposed to meet someone here? Did she have a date? 
‘Stood up? By who?’ She heard hurt in his voice, maybe she was imagining it. 
‘Oh, no its nothing, just Jimin said you finished at two and he was going to give me some stupid wardrobe advice when you left, maybe I got the time wrong or something.’ Instantly assuming it was her fault she shrugged sighing at the older man. She turned to walk away, she would catch him tomorrow, she was basically here every day at this point anyway. He didn’t want her to leave so soon, what the hell was he supposed to do without her here? Work? As if!
'Uh wait, maybe I could help? I mean i’m not as fashion forward as Jimin as you could probably see, but I order everything that comes in here so I must have some taste right?' She considered it for a moment, looking him up and down. He wasn’t dressed badly, he had on a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a flannel shirt, he looked pretty good in her opinion. She nodded, a couple hours alone with him wouldn't be too bad. She took her jacket off and throwing it over the nearest chair. He smiled a cute little gummy smile as he ran over to the door flipped the open sign to close and locked the door behind him. Her heart flipped at the thought of them being completely alone, uninterrupted for the next few hours.
'Okay follow me!' He grabbed her hand pulling her along she followed closely behind him watching him intently.
He would pull things off rails to hold them up to her, frown slightly and then either put it back or throw it over his arm. She smiled at his quizzical face, eyebrows knitted together, small pout on his lips and eyes squeezed slightly. He looked even more adorable than normal and she could feel herself melting inside.
'okay I think these will do just now go try some stuff on.' She took the things out of his arms and headed to the dressing rooms. The first top she selected she really liked it was long sleeved with colourful patterns but it really did not go with the skirt she had on. She laughed at how she looked, yoongis head shot up at her giggle like laughter.
'what is it? That bad?' She heard the uncertainty in his voice she didn't want him to feel like he had done a bad job so she stepped out of the changing room to let him laugh along. When he saw the mash up of clothing he let out a small snort.
'That top looks really good though!' She looked down at the top agreeing and putting it on the to buy section, god she was about to spend a fortune for this man. They continued on for another hour or so her trying things on and matching it with the most random clothing, she would never get sick of his laugh and he would never get sick of watching her smile. The last top on the hook was a crop top it was pretty and it looked like it was going to cover enough. She put it on looking in the mirror, it did not cover enough. Shit she thought, not even close.
'Um Yoongi, I'm not sure about this one...' she spoke looking at the small ink on her hip bone, the skirt she was wearing couldn't be pulled up any further without showing off her whole ass, she had no choice she would have to let him see it.
'I will judge come out scaredy cat' He spoke with a tint of humour decorating his words. She took a deep breath in letting it out and opening the curtain. His face fell into a neutral expression tongue poking out his mouth to lick his lips instantly after seeing the item he had picked out, it was the one he was most excited to see her wear. He eyed her body enjoying the sight in front of him, his eyes skimmed over her stopping dead on a small green tattoo on her hip.
'wow wow wow what is this?' he questioned getting up from his seat walking towards her. His thumb traced the small tattoo gently eventually adding some pressure giving her goosebumps.
'I was hoping you weren't going to ask, it's just a clover it's nothing.' He looked up at her blushing cheeks knowing it wasn't some random tattoo there was a reason behind this and he had to know.
'It's not though is it? There's a reason you have it and there's a reason you have it there.' Her eyes widened, god he was fast, and he was close, really really close.
'I uh, no I can't I'm sorry its so embarrassing.' She turned around going back into the changing room closing the curtain behind her. The second she closed it, he threw it straight back open almost making her jump into the corner.
'I want to know, I'm now more interested than before.' He said voice raspy and deep he stepped closer to her the sexual tension was thick enough to cut between them at this point.
'it was a joke, the clover means if you get this far you're lucky' She replied throwing her head down avoiding every inch of eye contact she could. He smirked at the small explanation, stepping closer he grabs onto her hips pushing their bodies together. She threw her hands out resting on his chest to steady herself.
'will I get that lucky?' her eyes widened looking up at him, did he really just say that? He saw the shock on her face and smirked at her, he began slowly leaning in towards her, she didn’t stop him so he pressed his lips onto hers gently and she kissed back instantly. She wanted this god did she want this, the kiss started to get heated quickly. He ran his hands up her waist under the small shirt lifting it right over her head throwing it quickly onto the floor connecting their lips again quickly and sloppily. Her skirt was pulled up around her waist as he lifted her off the floor, her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist as she supported her weight on his shoulders with her hands. She moaned into the kiss as she felt his boner through his trousers. She started pulling at his hair, moving her hands down his chest unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing throwing it over his shoulders connecting her mouth with his neck, he let out a groan dragging his short nails down her back. A knock at the door interrupted the moment as her legs fell from his waist and he flew away from her buttoning his shirt back up, he grabbed his dick pulling it in the waistband so whoever was at the door couldn't see his boner.
'can I help you?' she heard him speak from the door. She sorted herself out picking up the items she wanted to buy walking to the main part of the store.
'well are you open or not?!' She rolled her eyes at the customer at the door honestly the sign said closed as if that wasn't obvious enough. 
'no, no I'm not.' He closed the door in the woman's face and she snickered behind him. He turned around looking at her, slightly disappointed at being interrupted.
'are we going to pick this up at another time? Because I would really like that.' He spoke to her walking closer grabbing her hips once more.
'I would like that too, but for now I guess I'll take these.' He looked down at the clothing seeing the cropped shirt lying on the top of the pile.
'Just take them it's on me, consider it a thank you for making these last hours of my shift bearable.' she looked at him smile on her face, as sweet as it was she couldn't let him away with it.
'Fine but, I'm waiting for you to close and taking you out to dinner, my treat, consider it a thank you for today.' she replied smugly, he rolled his eyes putting her clothes in the bag locking up and following her out.
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schraubd · 6 years
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When The Mask Comes Off ... What's Beneath Doesn't Look All That Different
The Prime Minister of Malaysia, Mahathir Mohamad, explains why he is "glad" to be called an antisemite.
“There is one race that cannot be criticized. If you are anti-Semitic, it seems almost as if you are a criminal,” Mohamad said in an interview with the Associated Press on Monday, denying that he disliked Jews, as such. “Anti-Semitic is a term that is invented to prevent people from criticizing the Jews for doing wrong things.”
“When somebody does wrong, I don’t care how big they are. They may be powerful countries but if they do something wrong, I exercise my right of free speech. They criticize me, why can’t I criticize them?”
Mohamad, an avowed anti-Semite, was sworn in as prime minister in May, nearly two decades after he last held office. He is well known for his anti-Semitic rhetoric, writing on his personal blog in 2012 that “Jews rule this world by proxy.”
He has also said, “I am glad to be labeled anti-Semitic […] How can I be otherwise, when the Jews who so often talk of the horrors they suffered during the Holocaust show the same Nazi cruelty and hard-heartedness towards not just their enemies but even towards their allies should any try to stop the senseless killing of their Palestinian enemies.”
This, of course, is rather naked. It speaks of Jews (although the de rigueur conflation with Israel is present), and it does not shy away from (indeed it actively embraces) the idea of antisemitism. In that sense, it is almost too easy of a case. And this is not remotely out of character for Mohamad either. But where these passages may be of some use is in highlighting how certain antisemitic tropes work in a context where they are freely and openly attached to an antisemitic ideology, the better to spot them when they appear without such an overt gloss. Basically everything Mohamad is saying is something that, dressed up (a little) more nicely, is a common feature of discourse about Jews in global society today. First, there is the claim that the real victims of antisemitism are those accused of it -- antisemitism is not (or is not primarily) a genuine form of oppression for Jews, but rather is a perk Jews enjoy to shield ourselves from critical review. Compare here Bruce Robbins "The real issue here is anti-Semitism; that is, accusing people of it" or Naomi Klein suggesting that some Jews "think we get one get-away-with-genocide-free-card." Second, there is the argument that in taking on the Jews, he is taking on someone or something "big". Here he really dips between referring to "Jews" generally and "Israel" specifically (For the record, Malaysia has four times the population of Israel across a territory almost sixteen times its size). Of course, the perception of Jews as inherently "big" -- domineering, cabalistic, pulling the strings -- has deep pride of place in antisemitic rhetoric. Mohamad is appealing to a notion whereby antisemitism always is a form of "punching up", "a movement of the little people against an intangible, global form of domination".  This perspective has come to occupy a critical role in the narrative Corbyn supporters tell of Jewish outrage -- both in the view that Corbyn, in antagonizing the Jews, is tackling the powerful, and in the view that the Jewish backlash is itself attributable to some nefarious conspiracy Next, there is the invocation of "free speech". Of course, this particular ploy should by now be familiar to anyone forced to endure alt-right trolling of college campuses -- when they choose to be racist, it's just free speech! And if you call it racist, you're suppressing their free speech! But this device makes its appearance regarding antisemitism too, and has done so for a very long time. Jewish Voice for Peace's old blog was titled "MuzzleWatch", and one of the major fringe groups backing the Corbynistas and opposing Jewish efforts to raise awareness of antisemitism in the UK is named "Free Speech on Israel". Glenn Greenwald has likewise dismissed the widespread adoption of the IHRA antisemitism definition as part of a "global campaign to outlaw criticisms of Israel as bigotry". Then there's the comparison of "Jews" (represented through Israel) to Nazis -- we're all familiar with that play, and I'm glad to see it here if only for completion's sake. But we'll conclude with the most striking bit, and the one that perhaps seems least applicable to more workaday antisemitic cases: where Mohamad says he is "glad" to be called antisemitic. Here one might say I'm actually being a touch unfair to Mohamad, for what I suspect he means is something more like "while antisemitism -- appropriately (and narrowly) defined -- is terrible; what is called antisemitic in public discourse are actually good, noble, and virtuous positions that one should be proud to hold." This is buttressed by the caveat Mohamad gave at the beginning, where he denies that he "dislikes Jews, as such." Once again, this has parallels. Steve Bannon notoriously said that being called racist is a "badge of honor"; Steven Salaita's contention that antisemitism has become "honorable" thanks to Zionism plays on the same turf. In all cases, the claim actually isn't "it is good to hate outgroups"; it's something more like "what outgroups claim is hateful, actually is good". Now, to be clear -- that's still a BS response, partially because it is too clever by half, partially because it depends on an epistemic injustice directed against the outgroups whereby their assessments of their own experience of inequality is so unreliable that one should be "honored" if they feel threatened by you. But at least formally, it reduces down to a claim that "one can and should dislike X group insofar as they act in A B C bad ways, or support D E F bad policies." Which actually circles back, strangely enough, to my Tablet Magazine article on Open Hillel's intervention in the SFSU antisemitism debate. In that article, I cited Bernard Williams for the proposition that virtually no form of racism holds itself out as being a product of raw, unadorned antipathy. It always comes attached to claims that are at least on-face about something that qualifies as a candidate for a reasonable position. Wrote Williams:
Few can be found who will explain their practice merely by saying, 'But they're black: and it is my moral principle to treat black men differently from others'. If any reasons are given at all, they will be reasons that seek to correlate the fact of blackness with certain other considerations which are at least candidates for relevance to the question of how a man should be treated: such as insensitivity, brute stupidity, ineducable irresponsibility, etc. Now these reasons are very often rationalizations, and the correlations claimed are either not really believed, or quite irrationally believed, by those who claim them. But this is a different point; the argument concerns what counts as a moral reason, and the rationalizer broadly agrees with others about what counts as such -- the trouble with him is that his reasons are dictated by his politics, and not conversely. The Nazis' 'anthropologists' who tried to construct theories of Aryanism were paying, in very poor coin, the homage of irrationality to reason.
So too here. I quoted Mohamad's words extensively because to my mind they represent an unquestionable case of antisemitism. But his caveat that he does not dislike Jews "as such" is one that Open Hillel's standard of antisemitism has great trouble grappling with. If Mohamad's point is that he doesn't dislike Jews-qua-Jews, only the bloodthirsty ones, the Zionist ones, the Nazi-like ones, the ones who are "big" and the ones who censor his free speech -- is that antisemitism? Cast in that light, Mohamad isn't actually all that different from the peers I've been comparing him to; perhaps just a little rougher around the edges. And that, ultimately, is the real point here. One might think that Mahathir Mohamad represents what happens when the screen of respectability comes down and an antisemite simply says what he thinks. But it turns out that, when that happens, what one sees doesn't look all that different from what one sees when the mask stays on. Mohamad uses tropes and claims and devices that are common in discourse about Jews by people who have far more claim to respectability than Mohamad does. One would like to think that's an indictment of the respectable. But it just as easily can become a defense of what we otherwise would think of as undeniable antisemitism. via The Debate Link https://ift.tt/2L1o6Gj
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