Prejudiced Peoples: Life Behind the Curtain of Auschwitz


Do we not bleed too, or are we the only ones to blame for spilt blood?

Are we not a land of many peoples and pasts, minorities and majorities, harmonious and chaotic?

Has the world been so quick, society so eager to forget our wounds, left behind the media's curtain?

The Prejudiced Peoples of the Immovable Israel

The Proud Child of Proud Immigrants, proudly delivered to the American "Dream"




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