Michael Weller
"An Island for Whites", Book IX, Chapter 72.
A sleep of reason.
The spirit of Rembrandt pretended to be the spirit of Francisco Goya and paints a ghost of a picture:
A big-big hall: a huge Star of David above the roof. And in the hall itself there are round tables, and famous Jews sit at them.
Sitting at the same table are Joachim Hans, the first Jew in America, since 1584, Elias Legard, Solomon Franco and other veteran pioneers of the 16th-17th centuries. At another – the fighters of the Revolution: Francis Salvador, Chaim Solomon, David Franks, and Mordechai Sheftol reads them a letter from George Washington:
"Let the children of Abraham, who settled on our land, multiply their merits and be able to enjoy the goodwill of the rest of the inhabitants. Everyone should live quietly under their vine and fig tree, and there should be no one to make people afraid."
The next table shines with epaulettes on uniforms: Frederic Nefker leads the nine generals of the Civil War.
The stars of the first magnitude have gathered here, but we will not have enough time to even say hello to everyone, so we will move to the center of the hall, shining with selected superstars. Here is Levi Strauss with his jeans, his contemporaries Congressman Levin and Senator Yuli, here is the trinity of financiers, the Lehman brothers... No, we haven't reached the center yet.
Oh – the ladies' circle: Emma Lazarus, the anarchist Emma Goldman who hates her, and the most intelligent of them – Ayn Rand. And very close – a cohort of designers of the death of the world: nuclear scientists Szilard, Oppenheimer, von Neumann, Teller. Einstein attempts to move away keeping to himself. When he sees us, he sticks out his tongue.
Here is the dreamer, the idealist Jean Fresco, at the other wall is the unstoppable inventor Raymond Kurzweil, while the old turkey cock Soros puts on a good expression to himself, and the computer boys Zuckerberg, Brin and the Silicon Valley entourage frolic.
We almost missed Noam Chomsky – an amazing case when a linguist becomes a thinker, all thoughts being twisted to the left; Jews do it.
... And outside the windows, people in black overalls, with assault rifles in their hands, pass in an endless column under the banners "Death to America!". And the shaft of each banner is crowned by a Mogendovid instead of an eagle.
And those sitting in the hall are arguing furiously how it happened, and whether there is a share of their guilt in the Holocaust? And, speaking about the share of their labor, their sweat and blood, devotion and sacrifice: will it outweigh the share of guilt?
"What about us? What for?"
"Everyone is responsible for everyone."
"Even for those with whom you disagree? Why?"
"Because those who came for the pay are not interested in your consent. Enough of the fact that you are of the same blood with the dissenters. The fate of the people is the price of blood, not the price of faith."
"That's the history. Every Jew is responsible for everyone."
All the doors in the hall swing open, black figures with rifles occupy the aisles, and an iron voice commands:
"Everyone out! Hands behind head!"