Armed Jewish
Thug Beats Up Young Woman Then Lies About It [
8 December 2008 ]
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Soldier files assault complaint
against Haaretz photographer
IDF Spokesperson's
Office says soldier conducted himself inappropriately even if it was the
photographer who initiated scuffle near evicted Hebron house
An IDF soldier filed a complaint with the Hebron Police Sunday against
Haaretz photographer Tess Scheflan, who he claimed assaulted him over the
weekend while she was covering the
events in the city. Scheflan claimed the soldier beat her, leaving her lightly wounded, and she
was taken to the Shaare Zedek Medical Centre in Jerusalem.
Police have launched an investigation into the incident. According to the IDF,
the soldier claimed that he struck the photographer only after she had attacked
him first.
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Step 1. Make sure there are no witnesses.
Step 2. Kill them unless they are also Jews.
Step 3. Lie about it.
Step 4. Claim that you are the victim even if you are the perpetrator.
This is called SOP or Standard Operating Procedure. This one is going to be a
tough rap to beat - unless the officers want him to get away with it.
Jew Parking [
12 December 2008 ]
Students from elite Australian private school The Scots College, situated in
the affluent Sydney suburb of Bellevue Hill, created the Facebook group,
called "Jew Parking Appreciation Group", which disparagingly described the
"Jew Parking" phenomenon as it occurs in the predominantly Jewish area of
Bellvue Hill, often referred to as "Jew Hill."
Jew Parking is believed to be derogatory term for taking up
more than one parking space.
The site included links to another network created by Scots College students
with messages in support of Holocaust denial and a link to an internet address
called "F*** Israel and their Holocaust bullshit."
One student involved in the group told the Sydney Morning Herald the group was
part of a "big in-joke" known to students from Sydney's private schools.
"There was no intention of causing conflict or racial hatred," the student said.
Around 45,000 Jews live in Sydney, with most concentrated around the eastern
suburbs of Bellevue Hill, Bondi and Woollahra.
Jews In Paradise Mombassa -A Jew Explains
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Facebook has recently removed
anti-Semitic slurs following protests from an Australian Jewish leader, the
Jewish Telegraphic Agency reported Tuesday. Comments such as "Jew rats" and "F****** Mercedes Jews" were removed after
Vic Alhadeff, the Chief Executive Officer of the New South Wales Jewish
Board of Deputies, lodged a complaint with the social networking Web site.
Related articles:
Peres urges world youth to fight anti-Semitism using
Facebook
YouTube removes clip showing Rhodes youth urinating on
Holocaust memorial
Jewish group seeks to purge YouTube of anti-Semitic videos
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Of course when racist thugs like Lieberman and Feiglin
perform in Israel attitudes are different. You just might wonder why public
school boys think that Jews are rich, arrogant slobs. It could be because they have met
them.
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Paradise Mombassa -Translated and introduced by Gilad Atzmon
“They
would say: “I want Harpaya, (ejaculation), I would then ask
what this Harpaya means and they would answer, ‘not only
harpaya but we want it ‘all inclusive’, full sex.’ I used to tell them
that we don’t do it and he would reply, ‘Read my lips, ‘the women are
all included’, the salesman in Tel Aviv promised us that it’s Akol
Kalul!’ Sometimes one of the female managers would suggest for to
us to follow the guests’ demands just as a guarantee that they would
come back.”
On 22 November 2002, Hotel Paradise Mombassa, an Israeli Hotel in Kenya,
was attacked by a group of terrorists. The following Maariv piece isn’t
concerned with Al Qa’eda, but rather with the devastation the Israelis
left behind.
This is the story of a beautiful Israeli hotel on the African seashore.
It is the story of an Israeli owned holiday resort in Mombassa, Kenya,
designed and built solely for the Israeli tourist market. It is also the
story of total abuse of the local impoverished population. It is a tale
of humiliation, cruelty and continuous daily rape of struggling African
women. It is the usual horrendous story of Israelis inflicting pain on
others but at times it is very funny in spite of itself. For instance,
once a week, when the Israeli groups were departing in busses on their
way back to the Mombassa terminal, the local crew ordered the African
staff to chase their departing busses with tears in their eyes and to
scream ‘please don’t leave us, we love you, please come back’. This
bizarre instruction was given to the local crew by the Israeli hotel
management as part of the package deal, the last image to bring home of
an unforgettable holiday. I allow myself to assume that the Israeli
managers detected some clear yearning for love amongst their Israeli
clients. One may ask what may stand in the core of such a longing for
declarations of love. Considering the clear fact that those Israeli
tourists were mainly engaged in turning Mombassa into Hell on earth, why
do they really need to feel beloved after all that? I wonder why the
Israeli offender insists upon being loved by his victim? Ordinary human
beings do not expect to be loved by their hotel receptionists or room
cleaners. But then, ordinary human beings do not tend to humiliate,
abuse and rape hotel staff. They may spend some time in the hotel, they
may enjoy its services and then they just pay and leave politely and
quietly. For the Israeli tourists, as you will soon read, staying in the
hotel is a clear ‘letting go’. It is the ideal environment to manifest
one’s darkest libidinal impetus and practice total denial of any moral
conduct. For the Israeli tourist, holiday is the materialisation and
embodiment of their control zeal. For the Israelis, as you will read
shortly, to go to for a holiday in Africa is to experience the varied
possibilities of becoming a very wild animal.
The following journalistic piece is a glimpse into some Israeli
pathological psychotic conditions. It is a bizarre story of an absurd
criminal identity that demands affection from its victims. The story
wasn’t written by myself, I just translated it into English. It
originally appeared only in Hebrew in Maariv, Israel’s 2nd biggest daily
paper. I spent time translating it because I do believe that is rather
crucial to permit people outside of Israel a better understanding of the
Israeli character and characteristics. Seemingly, some amongst us tend
to believe that the Israeli approach towards the Palestinians is the
outcome of specific colonial circumstances. Apparently, they are wrong.
Israeliness is a radical form of blind cruelty and the Israelis have no
problem taking it with them wherever they go. In Palestine it would be
the Palestinians who suffer, in Goa it is the poor Indians. In the
following story it is the deprived labour force of Mombassa, Kenya who
confronts Israeli sadism. There is an old and famous saying, ‘you can
take the man out of Israel but you can never take Israel out of the
man’. You may want to take a nice deep breath before you read what the
men of Israel are up to.
Fear and Contempt in Heaven
Omri Hasenheim, Kenya
14.10.2005
http://www.nrg.co.il/online/1/ART/995/971.html
In hotel Paradise Mombassa, crew members were humiliated by
the Israeli tourists, it’s no surprise that even after the 2002 terror
attack on the hotel, they refuse to forgive, not Al-Qa’eda but rather us
(the Israelis).
It is standing on the white sand that is apparently more beautiful than
ever. The luxury buildings invite you for a ‘dream of a break’, the
rooms and the suites are loaded with exceptional handmade wooden
furniture. In between the restored buildings you find a stream with
golden fishes. At the bar you can hear the echo of some laidback African
beat. All around the gigantic swimming pool you can see many monkeys
jumping around. From the dining room windows you can see the magnificent
sea-view. On your way to the dining room you may want to visit the
alligator pool, clearly the alligator grew a bit since that horrible day
of terror.
Welcome to Heaven, Hotel ‘Paradise Mombassa’
At just a kilometre from there, in a Msomrini village, two orphan girls
are making dreadlocks for each other. Not far behind them, an isolated
miserable mud shed is standing, all around poorly clothed toddlers are
playing. They are dirty, their noses are dripping. A few broken stools
are spread around. On one of them, Dama Safaria is sitting. Before Al
Qa’eda blew up the very little she had, she used to work as a dancer at
the hotel. For two years she danced traditional African folk dances,
something that helped her to forget the misery she was born into. In
Msomrini, everyone was happy to dance for just $2 a day. In the
beginning Dama was rather happy, but then, as time went by, the Israeli
employers realised that they could probably get away without paying.
After the performances, her husband used to march from the village to
the hotel to beg for her wages. “We loved to dance for the Israelis,”
says Dama, “but then once the payment day arrived our smiles would fade
away.”
On the morning of 22 November 2002, Al Qa’eda terrorists attacked at the
hotel. Once the explosion went off, it didn’t take long before Dama
realised that her husband was missing. She was horrified, a few minutes
later she was told that he was killed. Since then, she is struggling on
her own to maintain herself and her nine orphans. Her youngest son is
just four years old. From the hotel management she heard nothing. No one
came to visit or even just to offer condolences. Neither the Israeli
Government nor Kenyan officials have shown any interest. “We, the
dancing company, are still owed $120 for the last four performances in
front of those Israeli tourists,” she claims in despair.
“After the terror attack my life became impossible. In the winter I beg
for the farmers to cultivate our land for literally pennies,” in the
summer she herself doesn’t realise how she makes it.
Two month ago ‘Paradise Mombassa’ was reopened under a new management
comprised of one Israeli, one French and one American. They try to
minimise their exposure, very much like the previous Israeli owner Yeuda
Sulami who denies to this day his involvement with the previous
management. The new management does its utmost to change the hotel’s
image, they are trying to leave the Israeli market behind. Instead they
aim to appeal to European and American markets.
But for many locals, this new business face lift won’t make a big
difference, the memory of those very years of total abuse by Israeli
tourists and management is not going to fade away. They won’t forget the
Israeli guests that sexually assaulted them or were just rude and
arrogant. They won’t forget the Israeli management who came along with
some bizarre professional demands, failing to pay their monthly wages on
time and eventually just stopped paying altogether. Now, maybe out of
hope, or just the will to open their hearts, they are giving their
personal account of ‘Paradise Mombassa’.
The idea to erect an Israeli hotel on Kenya’s seashore in the late
1990’s was proved to be ingenious. Until then, Kenya was famous for its
wild Safari adventures. Yeuda Sulami and his business partner Itzik
Mamman came up with the idea of using Kenya as an Israeli holiday
resort. They founded a company and started to sell holiday packages
including flights, accommodation and local tourist adventures. In the
beginning, they were buying accommodation services from local companies.
But the Israeli appetite knows no limit. ‘Why don’t we make the big
money ourselves’ asked the two, ‘we shall build our hotel on the beach.’
Soon, they joined forces with local investors and founded a company
based on ‘time sharing’ holiday rentals for Israelis. The Israeli client
reacted enthusiastically, at the end of the day it was: a beautiful
hotel offering sunny beaches at the time of the Israeli winter, complete
with a flourishing cheap sex industry and just four and a half hours’
flight time from Tel Aviv.
The leitmotif that guided Sulami and Maman was that the Israeli guest
who may come to Kenya once would return. Thus the promotion packages
were sold ridiculously cheap. It all worked out perfectly well. Many
Israelis returned and invested in holiday accommodation (one Israeli
bought 52 holiday units for the sum of $1.5 million). Every week 250
Israelis landed at Mombassa airport, they found an Israeli hotel, it was
fully Kosher and it even had a proper synagogue.
The hotel started to operate in the year 2000 and was officially
launched a year later. Local crew was recruited from surrounding hotels.
Most workers admit that in the beginning they were rather happy, but
things deteriorated rapidly soon after the official opening. Rather soon
it was clear that someone was about to pay for the Israeli extravaganza.
Man should never be Alone
Three years later, the humiliating practice is left like an open wound
in the memory of the female hotel crew veterans. Once a week, just when
the Israelis where checking out on their way back to the airport, a bell
rang. ‘Get ready, the guest are leaving,’ announced the head of the
entertaining team, frantically chasing the female crew. They were all
ordered to gather near to the entrance gate and to chase the leaving
busses while weeping desperately in front of the Israelis. Once they
caught up with the busses they would bang on its metal frame with tears
dropping from their eyes.
“It was a bizarre order,” giggled Saline Aching, the chief masseuse. “We
were told to chase the bus, to sing and cry so the guests would know
that we love them and want them to come back. I remember myself running
like in a frenzied state, I would hit the bus with my fists shouting to
the guests, ‘why do you leave us?’ ‘We miss you’, ‘We love you’. The
Israelis would stare at us from the windows, some of them believed us to
be genuine, others were shooting us with their video cameras. ”
Rahima Josef Katan: “If you were not crying you may find yourself in
danger of losing your job. We were asked to think of something bad that
happened to us, so we can cry for real. I didn’t cry.” “I didn’t cry,”
Confesses Catherine Khaa, masseuse. “How could I, I didn’t love them at
all. I fact I hated them.”
The weekly bus chasing was just one example of the way the staff were
supposed to treat the Israeli guests. The principles were obvious:
humiliation, stripped of dignity and hard labour. The guidelines were
clear: The client is always right, the client must be happy, the client
must return. The ones who carried most of the burden were the females
amongst the entertainment team. Dorothy Maly recollects that once a
week, on the arrival day, five of them would be taken to Mombassa
airport. “We used sing to them Jambo Jambo (hello hello) and
Evenu Shalom Aleichem. The local Kenyans were sure that we had
had lost it but the Israelis were over the moon. They loved noise, once
we arrived at the hotel, again we started singing loudly. In the night
we were instructed by the manager to scream till the last Israeli leaves
the dance floor. If a guest decides not to go to sleep, you were
required to stay with him till he quits to his room. We were demanded to
produce noise almost 24 hours a day. When we took a break, the manager
would come and bark: ‘What’s the matter with you, do you fall asleep? I
will cut your wage, move on…’.”
The agenda dictated from above was that a bored guest would never
return. Rahima Raymond, masseuse: “We were doomed to sit with the guests
till the small hours, to hang around with them. Sulami made it clear
that we must keep the guests happy. We were dancing with the men in
nightclubs just to make sure that they weren’t staying alone. In case we
refused to do so, they would complain to the management: ‘Why don’t they
come out with us?’ ‘We want to see the African night life’. They
obviously didn’t care about our commitments and family life. Obviously,
we didn’t get any ‘extra’ for those services. The day after, while they
were still in bed we had to start again at eight in the morning. The
slogan ‘the client is always right’ took over. Josef Katan: “they taught
us a behavioural code, if a man is near to his wife we were supposed to
hold his hand in a certain way, if his wife wasn’t around then we should
behave rather differently.”
“There were religious Jews who couldn’t sign the room service notes on
the Jewish Sabbath. We would then keep a note with their room number
attached to their bill. Once Sabbath was over, some of them would just
refuse to pay. They would argue that we invented it all, ‘you forged our
signatures’, they would say. The management would always believe them
and expect us to cover their bills. I just couldn’t believe that humans
can behave as such.”
To se seen like an African
The ever-growing demand to entertain the Israeli guests enforced a
maximised utilisation of the local workforce. The crew were mobilised
from the many different departments to the entertainment team. “They
could pool me out of the kitchen, telling me that the guests want to
have a good time and I should go and hang out with them,” says Josef
Katan. “ I would then ask, how can I bake cookies and dance
simultaneously? The entire hotel was as an entertainment squad. The
kitchen stuff were entertainers, the receptionists were entertainers,
gardeners were entertainers.” Mali, a dancer: “Saline, the chief
masseuse would give us a shout when too many Israelis wanted a massage
at the same time. At the time I knew nothing about massage. There was a
woman that was brought over by the hotel’s rabbi and she was supposed to
teach us. After a short instruction of five minutes I was apparently
ready to have a go.”
In order to maintain ‘authentic African spirit’ the staff was obliged to
put on very minimal clothes. Unlike the other hotels in the vicinity,
where men were serving in uniform, in Paradise Mombassa the male crew
were walking around half naked and with bare feet. The females were
allowed just a minimal fabric on their breasts and pubes. “Even when
temperatures dropped we were not allowed to cover ourselves.” Marci
Mawagambo Aching said: “Sulami wanted us to look ‘authentic’ so when you
walk around, the guests can check you out for the night. You must be
attractive so they re-book another holiday. It was horrible, but what
can you do? I needed the money. One of the Israeli female managers told
us that we better follow Sulami’s orders, if he wants us too look like
Africans, we better look like ones.”
Even most basic conditions were lacking. ‘Paradise Mombassa’ is located
8 kilometres from the main road. The dirt track to the hotel passes
through a wild savannah loaded with outlaws. But then a solution was
found, a truck originally built to transport livestock was converted to
transport forty humans. An Israeli employee says, “it was a truck with a
sealed cargo wagon without benches. People were so squeezed in that we
had to leave the back door open.” Josef Katan: “We felt like animals.
Sometimes we were left with no oxygen, but we knew that if we complained
we would then asked to stay in the hotel. That would obviously mean we
would not be able to see our families. So we kept quiet.” Once a newly
appointed manager asked how the Kenyans felt about the manner in which
they were transported. The answer was rather clear, ‘for them it doesn’t
matter, as long as they are delivered to their work they are happy.’
Even for meals during the working hours, local crew were left to fend
for themselves. But then a creative solution was found. Aching: “there
were times when Sulami was kind and let us eat the guests’ leftovers. We
were lucky because the Israelis are greedy, they would go to the buffet
and put on their plates far more than their bodies can take. They would
take piles of salads, and massive chunks of meat, but then, they would
barely touch it and leave most of it behind.” Mali: “If to tell the
truth, we could see that the food was already on someone else’s plate,
but some of us had to eat it, just because they couldn’t afford to buy
somewhere else. They where hungry, what could they do?”
But it goes further. It didn’t take long before the local crew realised
that they were not insured. It was clearly revealed after a security man
was murdered and his colleague was wounded during a burglary, till this
day, neither the grieving family nor the wounded man received any
compensation. Work contracts were granted only to the very top managers.
Lower hierarchy were provided with a meaningless paper stating an agreed
figure. This document has never been respected by its initiators.
Good Machine, Good Machine
Saline Aching was curious to understand some Hebrew terms, it is her
interest in the Hebrew language that helped her to grasp the meaning of
Akol Kalul, all included. Not one hotel staff failed to
understand the meaning of the Hebrew idiom that became the hotel
business philosophy. All hotel services where included in the price of
the holiday package purchased back in Israel. Soon the staff learned
that this very idiom means a lot to Israelis.
“All day long I heard the guests shouting Akol Kalul,” says
Josef Katan. “Some of them held me by my arm and shouted at me Akol
Kalul. Even on the beach they would just shout to passing people
Akol Kalul, Akol Kalul. I would then ask them what that ‘Akol
Kalul’ means? They would answer, ‘everything, even you’. I used to
tell them that I am not Sulami’s property. He owns the hotel but not me.
I thought to myself, “God, do they behave as such in their own country?”
In the best case scenario, the Akol Kalul was practiced in the
free buffet bar materialising into gigantic chunks of meat put on a
single plate. In the worst case scenario, it found its way into the
massage room. Needless to say, not even one guest evaded his right to be
massaged. Aching says, “The first thing the male guests did upon
arrival, even before they unloaded their suitcases in the rooms, they
would sprint to the massage room. They would enter the hotel with their
eyes wide open asking, ‘where is the massage room?’ I used to plan the
daily schedule, there was a competition amongst them who is going to get
there first.
Mali: “My role was to tell them: ‘I am Dorothy and I am a masseuse in
the hotel’ as soon as I mentioned it they would scream ‘massage,
massage’. Most of them couldn’t speak English. They would just say, ‘I
come now.’ A tourist from another country would wait even two weeks but
in Paradise they wanted it all right on the spot. Sometimes, even before
breakfast. Someone would come and tell you, ‘I come for a massage
akol kalul, if you don’t do akol kalul, I take another
masseuse’.”
“They would say: “I want Harpaya, (ejaculation), I would then
ask what this Harpaya means and they would answer, ‘not only
harpaya but we want it ‘all inclusive’, full sex.’ I used to tell them
that we don’t do it and he would reply, ‘Read my lips, ‘the women are
all included’, the salesman in Tel Aviv promised us that it’s Akol
Kalul!’ Sometimes one of the female managers would suggest for to
us to follow the guests’ demands just as a guarantee that they would
come back.”
Katherine Kaha, a masseuse, confesses that she had to follow the
demands… “I would start doing a massage, and then the man would tell me,
‘do it all over, you must do it’. In case I wouldn’t they would complain
to the management. I didn’t like it at all but I did it. They would give
me $1 sometimes two, I felt horrible.”
A frequent Israeli guest to the hotel: “There was always this problem
with the massage, the Israelis used to abuse the girls to the very
limit. It was appalling and it gave Israel a bad name. There were some
groups I was really embarrassed to stand near to. They were so bossy and
arrogant, they did whatever they liked, and just had good time.”
“One of the Israelis told me,” says Rahima, “you know Rahima, last night
they provided me with a little baby girl, only 13 years old, I fucked
her and gave her $5 just because she was penniless.” I then asked him,
“Wasn’t she the age of your granddaughter?” He didn’t answer. On the
same night he might as well have come back to the hotel shouting,
‘African women are the best value for money.’ Let me tell you, here in
Africa, it isn’t that common that once you sleep with a woman you go and
inform the rest of the world about it. But the Israelis kept it all
open, they used to say about us: Mechona Tova, Mechona Tova
(Good machine, Good machine).”
The Power to Fuck
The passion for sex wasn’t only restricted to the massage rooms and
wasn’t solely the business of the single male guests. It was rather
prohibited to let local girls into the hotel. But a solution was found,
just across the road, again in an Israeli partnership, a motel named
Calypso was founded. This was where Israelis were hanging around in the
nights. “Men used to come to our rooms asking us to go out with them,”
tells Josef Katan, “but the worst happened in the morning when they
shared the details of last night’s affairs with the entire dining room.
They used to shout things like ‘ha, I went with her, I fucked and fucked
and fucked her all night long and all for less than one dollar’. We
understood exactly what they were talking about. When the first group
arrived, I was telling myself that surely the second group would be
better. But it was exactly the same. From tine to time they used to ask
for room service, once the room service crew would enter their room,
they would try to touch her. The waitresses were horrified, they never
wanted to go with food to the rooms, but my personal case was different,
they were afraid of me because I was rude to them. They used to call me
‘big ass’. This was Ok, it is better being ‘big ass’ rather than being
their sex slave.”
“Even the married men used to find some ways to the girls’ rooms. For
instance, one told his wife, ‘go to the dining room, I will be right
there with you.’ Apparently he disappeared till the morning after. In
the morning we were witnessing the woman screaming at her husband during
breakfast. Once a man replied to his wife, ‘the women in Kenya are so
great, they have a small hole, unlike you having such a silly big one’.
All that at breakfast, in the dining room, in public. When the animosity
went wild we always rushed to bring the hotel’s Rabbi in, he would do
his best to make peace. Sometimes, the men used to sit in the dining
room while the donkeys were having sex outside. As soon as the Israelis
noticed the donkeys’ activity they would stand up and show their
support: ‘good, good, good, forward, backward, good. good’.”
“Occasionally, one would come to me telling me in front of everyone
else. ‘I will take Viagra and after that I will have the power to fuck.
By the way, what’s your name?’ I would say Rahima. ‘Good, Rahima. I want
to fuck you today!’” I asked myself what is going on. One guest asked
me, ‘do you know Chartie? I went with her to the disco, I fucked her but
she wasn’t good at all. Originally I planed to give her $10 but
eventually I gave her $1 only. He was shouting like a madman and then
Chartie arrived in the room. He then pointed at her with his finger and
shouted ‘here she is, it was her’.”
Karen Tiglo, a room cleaner: “We couldn’t figure out whether the
Israelis were wild animals or human beings. They would all the time
offer me $10. I felt so humiliated. After a while they would know who
amongst the female crew were desperate for money and would just go for
them. Stela Matawa, a waitress: from time to time, a man would approach
me abusively, in case I would refuse, the man would come to the dining
room and shout, ‘leave out this girl she is crap, I took her to the room
and she was useless’.”
Katherine Kaa experienced an especially traumatic event when a
seventy-year-old man decided that he was in love with her. “I didn’t
love him at all,” she says. “We went out to a discothèque, I was sure
that I was just escorting him to assist him killing his boredom. On the
way back, he and the taxi driver tricked me, rather than driving back to
the hotel, we arrived at a place that hires rooms for the night.
Violently, he tried to force me to sleep with him. But I couldn’t. When
we went back to the hotel he told me that never wanted to see me again.
And he would report to the management that I wasted his money without
giving a thing back. After my refusal was reported, the hotel manager
dismissed me for two weeks.”
According to a few of the crew members, not only did the Israeli
management fail to denounce, some of the managers actually joined the
party (their names are kept with the editors of the newspaper). Raymond,
“At the time one of the managers learned to enjoy the massages. He
started to demand: ‘do it here, here and there’ just like one of the
guests. Another manager would pick girls from the entertainment team, he
would say, ‘after all, I am a manager, no one would ask you where were
you going.’ I had to accept it although it was rather horrible. The day
after when he would pass by me, he would hardly acknowledge me. Every
time, after our performances, one dancer would disappear into one of the
manager s’ offices. The girls were afraid that this might be a
professional issue to do with their performance but then, once in the
manager’s office, they realised what it was all about.”
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You don't have to believe that Jews are utter slobs but it helps.
