Scelata, a sinner

I have seriously considered leaving this country to live in Israel as I genuinely feel it’s not safe for Jews to live here. I’m now alone since my beloved husband John died. I have no children. No ties. I own my house and have some savings. So I have means. I could go - Make Aliyah as it’s called. Elderly Jews in Nazi Germany could not get out or were reluctant to leave till it was too late. I don’t think Britain will have concentration camps. Why bother? They cost money and need organisation. But I do think attacks on Jews will continue. Hitler could only have dreamt of the reach antisemitism has today. But I’m staying. My house is full of John. He completely redecorated - “Let me do this while I can!” he insisted. Meaning before the Parkies got too bad. He had the whole house re-floored and re-carpeted. Changed the lighting and bought a new ‘fridge freezer, cooker, washing machine and sink. Put up shelves, rails and hooks. John is in every pore of this house. To leave it is to leave him. And I cannot. So I’ll stay. I’ll stay knowing things are going to get worse for Jews. Much worse. But I’ve lived all the life I want to live now. It’s for the coming generations of Jews to decide when it’s time for them to go. Many left it too late in Nazi Germany. We’re at about the 1932/33 stage now. With the shadows of 1938’s Kristallnacht - Gail’s Bakery in Archway, north London had its windows smashed. Other businesses deemed to have Jewish connections have had their windows smashed too. Universities are unsafe for Jews. Rampant Jew hate also thrived in the universities in Nazi Germany. Every gathering of Jews in Britain now asks, “If not now, when? When do we go?” I’m staying. But many are leaving.