.I lived among your people and you didn't love it
You hated it. You hate my looks, my smells, my religion, my habits, my professions, my past.
You hate everything about me. I don't blame you for that.
It's almost genetically in your tissues to hate people like me. Me.
You hate me so much, you almost wiped out my people from existence. Completely.
I had to go away, to run. I had to part from you.
With no many options (1933 - 1948), I returned to my Old Country. The country was not void of people.
In the beginning I tried to buy them out. Then a war broke out between my 2 days old Newborn Homeland and 7 Arab neighboring states. We lost the best of us in this war, but we won our existence, our future.
More than half of the people that lived in my country before I came fled or had been obliged to flee. It's really a tragedy for them and in the same time it is a salvation for my people.
I know all that and I feel this duality in my bones and guts day after day.
I can, I am able and I am willing now to pay damages to them. I cannot let them back. I lived to many years among people that wanted to kill me.
I cannot let them in.
The other half that did not flee are here living with me, sharing their present and future with me.
We managed to build a country. I love it. It's almost 70 years old, thriving and prospering.
This is Zionism and I am one of "them". I am a Zionist.
If you hate me for being a Zionist…I feel sorry for you. I hope that you can understand now that there is no way you can like, approve or (in heaven's sake) love my deeds and it's OK with me.