[Composite image: a young woman in combat clothing and three young women, similarly dressed]
This is me.
Veronica Sherman.
I was 18.
It was my last day of Basic Training in March 1993 on a huge army base close to G♡za.
I was just about to go into a shipping container office and be told I had been chosen for the Israeli Air Force.
"The best to the Air Force" is the slogan.
I quickly realised it translated to "The blonde & the blue eyed to the Air Force."
I was completely brainwashed into believing that by serving in the IDF, I was serving God.
I knew that I knew that I knew that the modern State of Israe| was the same Israe| I read about in the Bible.
It would take me until my thirties to unravel from my racist Jewish supremecy.
At 18 I couldn't even say the word Pa|estine.
And there definitely were no Pa|estinans.
I went to an international school and in my mind "my friends" were either Israe|i ar♡bs or Jordanian ar♡bs.
I can see now that stripping Pa|estinans of their name, culture, story & identity is key to the brainwashing.