Imagine…the grand edifice of Western civilization—its marble columns hewn from reason, its arches vaulted by the sweat of individual liberty—now crumbling under the termite-like gnawing of a feminism gone feral.
What began as a noble clamor for equity, a shout against the corseted absurdities of Victorian patriarchy, has metastasized into a shrill orthodoxy that dismantles the very scaffolding of the culture it claims to redeem.
If we trace this rot back to its taproot, we find a curious paradox: a movement seeded, in no small part, by Jewish intellectuals—those perennial outsiders turned insiders—whose influence has pushed the West toward a utopian integration of the species, while their own promised land, Israel, stands as a fortress of exclusivity, its borders impregnable.
Let us rewind the tape. Feminism, in its infancy, owed much to the restless minds of Jewish émigrés and their offspring—think Betty Friedan, née Goldstein, whose Feminine Mystique lit the fuse of second-wave discontent, or Gloria Steinem, half-Jewish by blood, wholly Jewish in her relentless questioning of gentile complacency. These were women—and men, lest we forget the likes of Herbert Marcuse, stirring the pot of cultural upheaval—who brought to the table that peculiar Jewish genius for critique, honed by centuries of diaspora and Talmudic disputation. They saw the West’s gender order as a shibboleth ripe for smashing, and smash it they did, with a ferocity that would make Moses proud as he shattered the tablets.
But what began as a liberationist creed soon curdled into something else: a dogma of resentment, a secular religion that traded the priest for the professor and the confessional for the HR seminar. The West, once a crucible of rugged individualism, now kneels before the altar of intersectionality, where every grievance is sacred and every hierarchy suspect—except, of course, the hierarchy of victimhood itself. And who better to orchestrate this leveling than those whose historical narrative is one of exile, endurance and victomhood? The Jewish influence here is not a conspiracy of Elders, but a cultural reflex: a people who survived by dissolving boundaries in host nations, and consequencently being exiled, now preach a gospel of universalism, a melting pot so molten it risks melting the pot itself.
Yet here’s the rub, the delicious irony that would make a lesser man choke on his scotch: while Jewish voices in the diaspora—academics, activists, media mavens—champion the integration of races, sexes, and creeds into a borderless Babel, Israel itself stands apart, a nation-state that says “no” to the very immigration it expects others to embrace. The Jewish state, with its Law of Return for the chosen and its barbed wire for the unchosen, is a rebuke to the cosmopolitanism its diaspora kin peddle. One might admire the chutzpah if it weren’t so galling. The West, prodded by this double standard, opens its gates to all comers, diluting its identity in the name of a tolerance Israel would never tolerate within its own walls.
And so, feminism—born of a justified rage, midwifed by Jewish intellect—has become the battering ram of a broader project: the dissolution of the West’s sinews, its confidence, its coherence. The family, that messy incubator of human continuity, is now a relic; the man, once a flawed but necessary pillar, is a pariah; the woman, once a partner, is a plaintiff. The species integrates, yes, but into what? A homogenized slurry, stripped of distinction, where the only sin is to assert difference—and the only difference permitted is the one that demands reparations.
I do not mourn the old tyrannies of gender—let them rot in history’s dustbin. But I lament the West’s surrender to a feminism that, under the sway of its most zealous architects, has traded emancipation for entropy. The Jewish influence, brilliant in its disruption, has pushed us toward a frontierless future, yet retreats to its own citadel when the bill comes due. The West lies prostrate, not because it listened to women, but because it forgot how to listen to itself.