AND ANYWAY, the last known reports of Anne Frank before she died are that she was suicidal and believed that because her whole family was gone after watching Margot succumb and be thrown into a body pit (as she had no way to know that her father was still alive, since SHE WAS IN A CONCENTRATION CAMP, BEING DEHUMANIZED AND TORTURED TO DEATH) she saw no reason to keep on trying to live in such a dark and heartless world.
She didn’t still think y’all goyishe asses were Still Good At Heart, in the end, and the fact that the only things that goyim take from her life are
the feel-good idea that she still thought you guys were good even while you were killing her (which she didn’t, because she had to keep on living and dying after that diary ends, and she continued being a person and having thoughts and feelings and pain, and she did not love you) and
some kinda wack-ass allusion to Christian Grace(TM) which is offensive as fuck, stop it, for obvious reasons, and
that She Was A Baby Queer -- which! I’ve written about being really moved by AS A QUEER JEWISH PRETEEN GIRL on this very blog, because as a queer JEWISH girl, it was really important, but that’s because there isn’t a lot of representation of queer JEWISH people in the mainstream media! --
is abhorrent. She was a full person. She died a full person. She died because you killed her.
She isn’t yours. She was never yours. You killed her. She did not die for you. She didn’t die FOR anything. She was murdered. BY YOU. LEAVE. HER. ALONE. AND LET HER REST.
It’s bad efuckingnough that John Green is out there trying to claim that she wasn’t murdered, she died of disease, technically(TM) and that makes it ok to use her death as the setting for romantic sexy kisses in his teen-death novels, for some fakakta bullshit goyishe reason, and that Justin Bieber’s takeaway from visiting the house was “she would have been a fan of me,” which... bro.
Leave. Her. Alone.
She didn’t want you. She didn’t love you. And you don’t love her. You killed her.















