This Father's Day, Mamdani Needs a Monster. He Found an Old One.
My father passed a few years ago. This morning my son took me to visit him, and I thought about what he would make of a Brooklyn rally calling AIPAC a "monster." He would have recognized it immediately.
Happy Fathers Day to all the great Dads.
My father passed away a few years ago. This morning my son took me and my mother to visit him. Standing there, I kept thinking about what he used to say, what he believed, what he would make of the world right now. Fathers carry things forward. That is the whole point of them.
So this Father's Day, I am writing for him. And for every father still in the fight.
The hate going around is not accidental. It is driven. I have spent years studying these movements. Not from a distance, not from a think tank, not from a television set. I was exposed to them up close. I watched the Palestinian fraud get weaponized. I watched campus movements get coordinated into something unrecognizable. I watched the language shift from solidarity to targeting. I studied Zohran Mamdani carefully. I watched him go from failed rapper and actor to the chief Hamasnik on campus. What he avoided saying. Who he stood with. Who he never mentioned.
Zohran Shitler Mamdani calls AIPAC "monsters": In AIPAC, for whom the only thing more frightening than democracy being allowed to run its course is an end to genocide and Netanyahu's wars.
— Gene Mikhov (@genegmb) June 21, 2026
They move millions in dark money to accomplish a single goal: to preserve their power… pic.twitter.com/dqmtYgb3tZ
So when Mamdani stood in Brooklyn last week and called AIPAC a "monster" moving "dark money," Bernie Sanders nodding at his side, the DSA crowd roaring, I was not surprised. I had seen it coming for years.
The structure is simple. You need a monster. Without one, an extreme agenda is a hard sell. People need to know who they are fighting, not just what they are fighting for. So you find the monster, you name it, you give it sinister qualities. Dark money. Secret influence. Hidden control. Then you point your coalition at it. The monster does not need to be real. It needs to be useful.
AIPAC is Mamdani's monster, and AIPAC is just the codeword for Jews. It is a Jewish-led, pro-Israel organization that lobbies Congress and spends money in elections. It does those things openly, the way hundreds of organizations across the political spectrum do. But when Mamdani calls it a "monster" moving "dark money" to "turn us against one another," he is not making a campaign finance argument. He is making something older and uglier. He is drawing a picture of a shadowy Jewish organization secretly manipulating American democracy from behind the curtain.
The students who cheered him have been marinating in that worldview for years, cooking on max the last few. They learned it on campus. They reinforced it in their feeds. They performed it in the encampments. In that worldview, Israel is the singular source of evil in the world, and anyone who supports Israel is complicit. AIPAC is not a lobbying group to them. It is a symbol. And Mamdani's DSA cult knows exactly how to play the symbol.
Here is what nobody at that rally mentioned. Iran. The IRGC. The thousands of students and protesters shot dead in the streets of Tehran in January 2026. The internet blackout that ran 90 days. A regime that does not just attack other countries but annihilates its own people. A nineteen-year-old computer science student named Amirhossein Saedi, whose father had begged him to stay home. Iranian teachers documenting two hundred confirmed student deaths, publishing the names to defy a regime determined to erase them.

Not a word.
Sudan's Rapid Support Forces committing mass atrocities in Darfur. Russia's machinery grinding down anyone who dares speak. None of this is secret. It is documented, confirmed, reported. And it is simply not interesting to the people who showed up to call AIPAC a monster.
That is the tell. Moral outrage that is actually moral does not have a preferred geography. It does not check which side the victims are on before deciding to care. When the outrage is this consistent, this focused, this energized against one country and one people, while staying silent about regimes that shoot their own students in the street, you are not watching a human rights movement. You are watching a political operation.
Antisemitism does not announce itself. It arrives dressed in the language of justice, liberation, solidarity. It finds a real grievance and uses it as scaffolding. The grievance has to be credible. But the target is always pre-selected. The grievance is the vehicle. The target is the destination.
The DSA needs a monster. Without one, the agenda is just socialism with a Brooklyn accent. With one, it becomes a movement. And the monster they have chosen, with its dark money and its shadowy hold over democracy, is not a new invention. It is a very old one.
My father would have recognized it immediately.
To every father today, to every person protecting something fragile and worth keeping: open societies do not collapse all at once. They are hollowed out slowly. By people who sound reasonable until they don't. By rhetoric that crosses lines so gradually you almost don't notice. By movements that trade in resentment and call it revolution.
Watch the language. Watch who the monster is. Watch who never gets named.
Miss you, Dad. Happy Father's Day.



