When kippah-wearing Jews and non-Jews march in Sweden to show that they have no fear, I know fear.
When anti-Semitism is again the most common currency of politics in Europe, I know fear.
When the Chief Rabbi of Lyon receives death threats with menacing photos, I know fear.
When a rabbi and his daughter are assaulted in the middle of Berlin, I know fear.
When guards patrol the streets near Rome’s Jewish school with metal detectors, searching for explosives, I know fear.
When I, a non-Jew, receive letters saying “dear feces eating insect, scratch around the Zionist dung as it’s natural for you” and my name appears in the list of the “mafia ebraica”, I know fear.
When Bruxelles debates the criminalization of “Islamophobia” like the Soviet Union did with “deviationism”, I know fear.
When circumcision is persecuted in Germany, like during the Shoah when the Jewish ritual could bring with it a death sentence, I know fear.
When Hizbullah officials speak at the Sorbonne University, I know fear.
When cartoonists’ houses are protected as bunkers with cameras, I know fear.
When the office of French magazine Charlie Hebdo is attacked by a firebomb, I know fear.
When even the pencils of visitors of Geert Wilders are searched by the police, I know fear.
When the brave German journalist Henryk Broder is sued for using the term “anti-Semite”, I know fear
When Israeli historians escape lynchings in London by keffiyah-clad Muslims, I know fear.
When in Tolouse Jews are gunned down and nobody cares anymore, I know fear.
Today, fear dominates the heart of the very few writers and journalists who are willing to say the truth.
When many of them are put on trial because of their ideas, I know fear.
Because Jews and journalists are like the canary in the coalmine.
If Europe fails to protect them, it must be feared that soon nobody will soon feel safe in Europe.