The Day America Betrayed the Jewish Homeland
Something has happened over the past two days that I never thought I would witness.
Not after October 7. Not after the hostages. Not after two and a half years of war. Not after watching Israel fight on multiple fronts against enemies openly dedicated to its destruction.
Over the past forty-eight hours, the terms of the memorandum have emerged. At the same time, President Trump has publicly argued that Iran should be permitted ballistic missiles because other countries in the region possess them. We have watched public criticism directed at Israel and Prime Minister Netanyahu while the regime responsible for funding and arming much of the terror that has engulfed the region is treated as a problem to be managed rather than a threat to be defeated.
I have read the reporting. I have listened to the statements. I have looked at the totality of what is unfolding. Ultimately I am left with a conclusion I can no longer avoid:
I believe I am witnessing the day America betrayed the Jewish homeland.
Those are not words I write lightly. I have spent years trying not to write them.
I did not vote for Donald Trump. I voted for Hillary Clinton because I did not believe he possessed the character, temperament, or judgment necessary to be President. Much of what I saw in his first term reinforced those concerns. When the American people elected him to a second term in 2024, my personal feelings ceased to matter. I had an obligation to judge him by his actions as President, not my prior vote. When he was right about Israel, I said so. When he helped, I acknowledged it. I tried to call balls and strikes.
That is precisely why this is so painful. This is not the conclusion I wanted to reach.
I know many will........
