THE HOLOCAUST IS OVER WE MUST RISE FROM ITS ASHES

the Jewish Pantheon, namely in the Cave of the Patriarchs in Hebron. Rachel wasburied on the way to Efrath and Joseph not too far from her, somewhere in ancientShechem. In Jewish history, Shechem was a bad place.Near the city, outside the historic city walls and gates, which are archeologicalsites, is a tomb identified as belonging to Joseph, son of Jacob, for hundreds ofyears. There is no point arguing if the site is indeed what it is alleged to be, as itsdesignation took place thousands of years after Joseph’s death. In any case, whetherthe tomb is indeed Joseph’s or belonging to a local man of stature, after 1967 thedomed site, in the biblical province of the Ephraim tribe, was granted its “RabbinicalKosher Certificate” as Joseph’s. Until the tomb was transferred to the jurisdiction ofthe Palestinian Authority after the signing the Oslo Accords of 1993, Rabbi YitzhakGinzburg headed a yeshiva there. At the start of the Palestinian uprising in October2000, the IDF and Border Police troops guarded the site, which was surrounded bya violent Palestinian mob. The violence peaked with the tragic death of SergeantMadhat Yusuf of the Border Police. He bled for many hours in the tomb, and when arescue mission reached him at last, he was already dead.It seems symbolic that the last sacrifice to be slaughtered on Joseph’s altar wasnamed Yusuf, an Arab version of the name Joseph. The fact is that a Druze aintroduced me to the Jewish race theory, its scholars, and preachers. The following isa true story.After his death, I drove north to pay condolences at his village in the Galilee. I wasreceived with great respect in the diwan, the large reception room. As is the custom,I shook hands with the community’s dignitaries, the sheikhs, hugged family members,and even went to the separate female section to speak to the bereaved mother andconvey the grief of many Israelis at her loss. After the official part of the visit, Iwalked to my car to drive home. In the yard I saw some young men who seemedenraged. I approached them and we had the following conversation.“Are you Burg?”“Yes.”“You’re from the Knesset, aren’t you?”“Yes. I am the speaker of the Knesset.”“Then you’re an alien. You have no idea what’s happening. You were cheated.”