Long ago, in an other decade we lived in Germany. This was because My father was in the army and was stationed in Seedorf. Around Seedorf at the time lived very much Neo Nazis and people who openly were siding with Hitler. We all lived in the same neighborhood and many of us in the same street (Am Remerfeldt). “We” were the children of the army personel, we went to the same school, the Oranje Nassau school. We were a real proud unit … Proud to be Dutch……
On Queens day there was the traditional Dutch music that woke us up and we walked in an Orange procession to the barracks at the army place, where we did plenty of games and drove around in the tanks on the Lunenborger heath. At school, there was the eternal fight between “The Krauts” and we Dutch. That was rather serious. The Krauts on one side of the railroad and we, the children of the most wonderful country in the world at the other side, throwing rocks to eachother It sounds strange, but we had huge fun. That unity, which makes you feel connected between all of us Dutch people you really only feel abroad. The situation became even dangerous when the Krauts started standing in the bushing on the way to school and demanded for us to give the Hitler Salute before we were alloud to pass. Ofcourse we did no do that…The army took measures each school day start and end there was a army truck with two soldiers in it that had to protect us against the Neo Nazis.
Bottom line, we were PROUD of the Netherlands, we loved Netherlands with the Royal Family and all.
Back in the Netherlands that feeling reduced fast. In Germany we were one unit. In the Netherlands, you was not accepted you became excluded… You did not fit into the world of narrow-minded people. Years of torment led to an increasingly growing sense of unease.
For me, the time in the Middle East, the best time of my life started ..about this, I wrote earlier. Where my parents were still proud of the Netherlands, for me that feeling was gone , well I did not hated the country, but i had not boundings too.. Where my father sang infront of our tent, on his knees on April 30 the national anthem in Palmyra, I hoped i could stay forever in Israel.
But we returned and I grew up. I noticed that the Netherlands was slipping more and more into a society that was hard, insensitive and immensely hypocritical. There was No longer respect for our own culture. Under the disguise of tolerance important national values were thrown away. On Sundays stores were open, later on holidays and even at Christmas. “Zwarte Piet”, Already more than hundreds of years part of our culture was suddenly not done,had to go, because there could be a delicate soul that possibly would be offended. Support for Israel under the yoke of the dominant scary screaming and lying Palestine activists became increasingly less. Netherlands, member of the European Community and the institute “United” Nations took almost never a separate pro Israel position, no, The Netherlands took side for those that screamed the loudest.
The Terror attacks in Paris shocked the population of Holland, just as hard as the population and politics were shocked by the murder of Theo van Gogh and Pim Fortuyn. Politicians stumbled over each other “THIS NEVER AGAIN”
The absolute most terrible day came in October 2015 when the leader of the Palestinian Authority Abbas came to the Netherlands. To my unspeakable horror this terrorist was welcomed with all respect, he got a handshake of our King, was welcomed in the parliament and to my amazement even pro Israel groups had a “constructive” talks with this terrorist. Then shortly after this day we also became to know that the Israeli Arab Member Haneen Zoabi, who openly called for an intifada on Jewish Israelis, would come to the Netherlands for an alternative Cristallnacht commemoration at the Jewish Monument commemorating Jews in World War II who were member of resistance, defiling her lies and propaganda pallywood like, this was to much for me and I have symbolically burned my passport. I am stateless, I refuse to be once second longer Dutch.
Regarding labeling of israeli Products, we are in the middle of that and soon a debate will be held , i was quite pessimistic for that. I thought “We Dutch are such a good friends with Terrorists and other scum , we will go ahead with the labeling..BUT… a MIRACLE has happened..
In the “United” Nations meeting, there was recently a vote. A resolution was passed that the Temple Mount is Islamic heritage … The new name? Al Buraq plaza ….. yes, you heard it right: the place where thousands of years Jews were praying.., where two Jewish temples where situated …Is Islamic heritage ….. 33 countries agreed, including France, Spain and Russia …. 17 countries did not vote, and only 6 countries voted against the resolution: America, England, Germany, Estonia, Lithuania and? NETHERLANDS !!!
Netherlands, The same Netherlands that welcomed a terrorist, the Netherlands that always is following the one that shouts the loudest ..that Netherlands voted against !!!
Is this a sign that the tables are turning? Is this the sign that common sense prevails? Is this the sign that the Netherlands will vote against labeling? What it is, it is but at this moment I am gathering the pieces of my passport from the ashes to glue them carefully together, just maybe, just maybe this country is coming to her senses just in time …We will see