Rachel Feldman

Almost cried during a TV interview about antisemitism in Vermont today. The host asked me why I feel safer in Israel than America. The first words I could muster were: “Vermont broke my heart.” 🧵🧵🧵

If you ever feel your life is pointless and without meaning, just remember that some creepy, unemployed incel living in his mother’s basement spent far too long turning me into Eva Braun to make a point that doesn’t even make sense. You’re going to be just fine.

As a Vermont Jew who spends a lot of time in the Middle East, it is cold comfort to have concrete evidence that if something were to happen to me here, my senior senator would embrace the perpetrators instead of my parents.

Huge thanks to the Houthis for the 6 AM missile wake-up call. On day five of being deathly ill, I was really starting to miss the adrenaline rush of scrambling for my pants. Fever, chills, and now surprise surround sound sirens—it’s giving immersive theater.

Western media outlets are the metaphorical embodiment of the tunnels in Gaza. Hamas hides in them and disappears.

Today’s Lesson: What does Jew hate look like? This. Not a bold critique. Not edgy political commentary. Just a Swedish masterclass in Holocaust inversion. It’s not “anti-Israel.” It’s antisemitism. Full stop. (I will not be taking questions.) (Not even in IKEA instructions.)

My roommate’s first words this morning: “What the hell happened with Elmo?” Me: “It’s 2025.”

You know those times when someone else found the perfect words to express what you were going through and all you could do was nod quietly while whispering to yourself “I’m not alone, I’m not alone, I’m not alone…?” This is one of those times.