What online Jew-hate taught me about myself (Forest Rain) ~ Elder Of Ziyon

Tuesday, June 02, 2026

What online Jew-hate taught me about myself (Forest Rain)

By Forest Rain

As someone who studies psychology and influence, I have recognized in myself an interesting progression of reactions to the behavior I am seeing online.

Recently, I have experienced a deluge of hate on my posts unlike anything I had encountered before. In the past, almost all my online interactions were pleasant. Even people who disagreed with me or did not understand me were, for the most part, polite.

At first, I was startled by the amount and intensity of the hate. Why me? Why now? My content is written in the same style and tone it always has been. What changed?

Then I began to feel a little bit afraid.

We know that online interactions influence offline behavior. Incitement on the internet has led to real-world violence. Actual terror attacks. On the other end of hateful words and images, people have died. Others have been maimed for life.

I don’t believe that there is more Jew hate in the world than there was previously. I believe that following October 7^th it has again become socially acceptable to express it publicly. The success of the Gaza invasion awakened the darkness in the hearts of men, reigniting the hope that now, this time, the Jews could be stamped out of existence. Hope ignited the hate - stoked and honed by Qatari and Iranian propaganda that gave words and excuses to justify it.

And woke culture excitedly adopted the hate because destroying the Jews, the source of the ideas on which Western civilization was founded, makes it possible to destroy the West.

The hatred is everywhere, and it is often so intense and extreme that it becomes difficult to see the support, love, admiration, and compassion that also exist. Admittedly, I have pulled back from reading responses to my content because there is so much nastiness that it feels like wading through sewage. Why make myself dirty?

My emotions had progressed from startled to fearful to feeling defiled and disgusted.

It took me some time to decide what I actually thought about the hate I was seeing. My initial response was instinctive and emotional. Feeling rather than thinking.

What should I think about people who do not know me and yet feel entitled to send vile messages simply because I am a Jew, a Zionist, or an Israeli?

After some reflection, I reframed what I was seeing: bullies. Why should I be afraid of keyboard bullies who want to weaken my spirit?

There are actual people who want to kill me because I am Jewish and breathing. Iran. Hezbollah. Hamas. Real people with real weapons, real intent, and real capability.

Those are genuine threats.

Keyboard bullies are just that—bullies. And bullies are, at their core, cowards.

I have always despised bullies. Why should I help these bullies achieve what they want? Who are they to weaken my spirit?

Now I see these people differently.

Many of those expressing hate online strike me as reflections of poor education and poor upbringing. Some appear unable to comprehend the content they are responding to. Their comments bear little relation to what was actually written, like a student answering a completely different question than the one on the test.

Reading comprehension is such a basic skill... Life must be very difficult for those with such poor capabilities...

Others, with great pomposity, spout “facts” proving that, in addition to a poor grasp of the meaning of words (like indigenous), they have an astonishing ignorance of history, geography, religion, culture, or archaeology.

Sometimes the behavior is simply childish. One individual thought it brilliant to post the same curse dozens of times on a single post. I eventually deleted most of the comments, but not before taking a screenshot of some of them.

Many responses are rude and vulgar.

I find myself wondering: would this person's mother be proud of the way they communicate? Is this how they were raised?

I was taught to be polite. I was taught that if I have nothing nice to say, I should say nothing at all.

Why do these people think it’s their business to respond with something nasty, for example, in response to the death of a soldier? On my post, on my feed?

Would they walk into my home and say the same nasty thing to my face? What makes them respond rather than simply keep scrolling to something more to their taste?

I find this behavior bizarre.

Empty-headed people with no manners and no understanding of what shaped the world they live in, where their freedoms came from, or why these things matter.

Pathetic, weak-minded tools in the hands of terrorists much smarter than them…

I feel sorry for them. If they recognized themselves for what they are, could they live with themselves? I couldn’t.

I belong to the greatest love story humanity has ever seen, much bigger than my individual self. Much more important and influential than any one person. My existence in my ancestral homeland is the fulfillment of 2000 years of faith and dedication, dreaming, yearning, striving, teaching, sheer stubbornness, and never ever giving up.

And that is without me actually doing anything.

No wonder so many people hate us for being Jewish and alive. By simply breathing, we have already achieved more than they ever will.

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