Linda Sarsour’s Latest Attempt To Poison Young Minds

Linda Sarsour has announced the upcoming release of a version of her memoir for young readers:

The adult version contains quite a bit of anti-Israel propaganda, as a Google Books search shows:

This is a blatant lie – 750,000 palestinian Arabs were not expelled

So I am guessing the Junior edition will be much of the same, but perhaps dressed up in more “kid-friendly” language.

An excerpt from this version can be seen here. It includes transparent attempts to ingratiate herself further with the African American community:

My dad stood next to me as a skinny African  American boy, who couldn’t have been more than twelve, entered the store and walked past us,  his hair cropped so close to his head that it was hardly more than a shadow. The boy walked to  the coolers in the back where the sodas and twenty-five-cent juices were. Then he selected a  juice as well as a twenty-five-cent Hostess lemon cake from a display rack. The kid looked  around, trying to make sure the store shelves blocked him from our view, and then he tucked the  juice box and cake into the pockets of his jacket. He didn’t realize that Yaba could see him in a  large circular mirror that offered a fun-house view of the four long aisles of the store. The boy then walked to the front of the store, pushed the glass door open, and left. 

Yaba followed him outside. “Jerome,” he said, “please give me what’s in your pockets.” The boy spun around, looking stricken. I don’t think he’d realized that Yaba knew his name.  “I—I—I don’t have anything in my p-p-pockets,” he stammered. 

“Don’t lie to me, son,” Yaba responded calmly. “I saw you put that quarter juice and quarter  cake in your pocket. Now give them to me.” 

Jerome placed the items he’d stolen into my father’s hand. 

“Why did you steal these things?” Yaba asked, sounding disappointed, almost hurt. “I know  your mother. She didn’t raise you to do something reckless like this. What do you think she  would say if I told her what you did?” 

“She’s at work,” Jerome mumbled, his voice so soft that I barely caught the words. “I didn’t  have any money.”

“Stay right here,” Yaba told him. “You don’t move.” 

Then he came inside, placed the quarter juice and little cake into a brown paper bag, and  folded the top down. He went back outside and handed the bag to Jerome, stooping down so that  he was at eye level. 

“The next time you are hungry and don’t have any money, you don’t steal what you want,”  Yaba told him. “You come in here and you ask me, and I will give it to you. Do you  understand?” 

Jerome nodded vigorously, his eyes filling with tears. Yaba patted him on the shoulder and  stood watching as he turned and ran off down the block, clutching the bag. Then my father  walked back into his store and said nothing more. 

Years later it would occur to me that Yaba could have called the police on Jerome, but that  would have resulted in Jerome’s having a police record. Yaba truly cared about his customers, and they cared about him. My many hours in the store taught me that my life, well-being, and  experiences were deeply tied to my community.

Sarsour could totally have not mentioned the kid’s ethnicity. But then, what would be the point?

Similarly, Sarsour mentions her father’s Orthodox Jewish customers:

My father taught me to dutifully write their parents’ names in the marbled  composition notebooks where he recorded the credit he extended to his regular customers. Their  parents would pay their debts when payday came or less meager times arrived. Sometimes our  Orthodox Jewish customers would need to buy something after sundown on the Sabbath, when  their religion didn’t allow them to handle money. Other times people’s money would just run  short and they’d need my dad to float them. Yaba never worried about when the ledgers would  be squared. He appreciated his customers.

I am not questioning whether this happened, but I am pretty sure Sarsour mentions this to instill in readers how she cannot possibly be antisemitic. The fact, though, is that the vast majority of those Orthodox Jewish customers are for sure Zionists, so she essentially now hates their guts.

I know I may be sounding uncharitable, but Sarsour is extremely calculated in what she says and does. I have the receipts.

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David Lange

A law school graduate, David Lange transitioned from work in the oil and hi-tech industries into fulltime Israel advocacy. He is a respected commentator and Middle East analyst who has often been cited by the mainstream media