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bwhence came all this, from which wells the poisoned waters bcame—look no further.

bTo these, the pathetic leaders of California Jewry in the bLos Angeles B’nai B’rith lodge—to the Jewish anti-heroes bpar excellence—this book is dedicated.

bAs for the others, the JDL members who gave so much of btheir lives for Jews and received nothing in return but babuse, attacks, scorn and loneliness—they need no dedica- btion. They have it.

bNor should they feel lonely. They are in the company of bthose who in their time were pelted with the same stones and bwhom, today, we adore. The names are Abraham, Moses, bElijah, Jeremiah, the Maccabees, and the Irgun.

bTo you, the activists of JDL, I can only repeat the words bthat I said in federal court in 1971, moments before my bsentencing. I looked at the judge, but I really spoke to you:

b“When I was five years old, I was first taken to a school for bJewish training, and continued that to the age of twenty- bthree. There were many, many things that I had learned in bthose nineteen years. There are certain things that stay with ba person and I think that of all the things that I learned there bwas one lesson which stayed with me. I think that when bsomeone asks what is a Jew, and what is the basis of being a bJew, the answer is love of one's fellow Jew. This is a very easy bstatement to make. Many people make it. It costs very little. bLove of one's fellow Jew means doing what has to be done. I bhave spent three years now with the Jewish Defense League band I do not know what will happen this morning, but I will blook back on those three years as the culmination of this love bof Jewry. I have gotten from the Jewish Defense League bmuch more than I have given it, because I have met people bwho have been willing to give of themselves. I was asked this bmorning by one of the press as to how I felt and I would like bto tell you how I feel.

b“In the Talmud, there is a story about a great rabbi, bYochanan Ben Zachai, who was on his deathbed. When his bstudents came to him to bid him farewell, he began to cry. b‘Rabbi, why do you cry?’ they asked. ‘You have no fear. You bwill surely enter the world to come.’ He answered, ‘If I were b 

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