🚨This short film exposes the true story of Israel's creation, entirely through the words of its own founders
For decades, Israel’s lies have been carefully designed to demonize its victims. To ensure that no matter the crimes it commits, the children it slaughters, the world remains incapable of empathy for Palestinians, or at best, treats it with the same apathy that has allowed this to go on for as long as it has
On the 78th anniversary of its creation, it's time the world knew that Israel's past is not different from the brutal present the world is finally seeing
David Shoebridge slams Jillian Segal who refuses to release conflict of interest docs claiming they’re “private”
Segal, stumbling, then claims her conflicts are actually “public”
Shoebridge “if it’s public, why do you object to them being published?”🔥
Trainwreck💥 #auspol
Gaza is paying the price for the failed U.S.-Israeli wars across the Middle East. As the countries have become mired in Lebanon and Iran, Gaza has faded into the background, and Palestinians' hopes of ending the genocide have faded as well.
Cartoon by @LatuffCartoons
Is hopelessness itself part of Israel's strategy?
Lara Sheehi explains how Israel doesn't just rely on military force — it relies on psychological warfare designed to make people feel defeated before they’ve actually lost.
Watch @RaniaKhalek Dispatches on BT's Youtube.
Wow…I had no idea..
UNRWA smuggled the Palestinian memory archive from its headquarters in Gaza, meaning the record of every Palestinian who became a refugee after the 1948 Nakba, to preserve their legitimate right to return and compensation in the event of a settlement..
@Rana_Sabbagh has the full story
Can you imagine the constant fear of Palestinian children being held hostage by IOF?
The assaults against our Flotilla were just a small demonstration of the TERROR they have been subjecting Palestinians to for 8 decades!
400 Palestinian children are detained in Israeli dungeons
ICJP's Global 195 Coalition partner has filed a formal complaint with 🇦🇺 Australian authorities calling for an investigation into alleged war crimes in Gaza 🇵🇸
Read our full statement below.
https://t.co/mP7xnlIIsG
BREAKING: The US just quietly removed UN expert Francesca Albanese from its sanctions list, a week after a federal judge temporarily blocked the measures over free speech violations, according to Reuters.
This was never about law or policy … it was about silencing among the most powerful advocates for Palestinian human rights.
Judge Richard Leon saw through it. He called out the Trump administration for targeting @FranceskAlbs "because of the idea or message expressed"—for daring to recommend arrest warrants for Netanyahu and Gallant for their crimes in Gaza.
They weaponized sanctions to weaken her mission, to make an example of anyone who dares challenge Israeli impunity. But Francesca never backed down.
The prosecutor’s ICC charges against Netanyahu remain. The genocide in Gaza continues. But today, truth scored a win.
BREAKING:
Israel is massively bombing the Bekaa Valley in Lebanon right now, in the middle of the night, with zero warning given to civilians.
Families are asleep in their homes.
No military targets. No justification.
Just Israeli bombs falling on civilian areas in the dark.
I haven't seen one couple in Western politics who looked this normal - and I mean normal in the most admiring terms. There's genuine love and respect here, and it's awesome to see
Who else is sick and tired of Jillian Segal and her pro-Israel lobby running our government?
Who else has had enough with how this govt has put Israel and Jillian Segal above Australia and the Australian people?
Who voted for this?
Who isn't making that mistake again?
The History of #MothersDay and the essence of the #PeaceMovement ✊🏼⚖️🕊
"Before Mother’s Day became a $38 billion celebration of brunch, bouquets and greeting cards, it was about peace.
🔗https://t.co/fVC2Yebun7
#KnowlegeIsFREEDOM#LongLIVETheTRUTH 💛
IN PRAISE OF FRANCESCA ALBANESE
There is a question that visits me in the small hours, when sleep will not come and the mind turns over old stones. The question is this: “What would I have done in the 1930s, on the morning after Kristallnacht?"
Not what I say I would have done. Not what I hope I would have done. But what would I actually have done—when the trains began to run, when the neighbours grew quiet, when the cost of decency became the loss of everything?
Most of us, I think, would have done little. Not from malice. From fear. From the soft, creeping conviction that someone else will speak, that the situation is complex, that we must be 'reasonable'. Lest we forget, the ordinary is the extraordinary's alibi. And how we have clung to that alibi! How we still cling to it!
And then, every once in a terrible while, someone appears who does not cling. Someone who steps forward when others step back. Someone who speaks the name of the thing when everyone else is busy naming something else.
Francesca Albanese is that someone.
She stands before the world—alone, unarmed, armed only with law and language and a rare courage—and she says what the centrists will not say, what the foreign ministries will not say, what the editorial boards will not say. She says: "This is a genocide. And we are watching it happen."
Do not tell me that is hyperbole. Do not tell me the term is contested. She has not used it lightly. She has used it as a physician arrives scientifically at a diagnosis—not to wound, but to warn. Not to inflame, but to name.
And for that, they have come for her. Oh, how they have come for her. Smears. Investigations. Vicious editorials. Frozen bank accounts. Dispossession of the only apartment she had ever owned. The machinery of the respectable turned to crush her. Because the respectable cannot abide what she represents: a mirror held up to their complicity.
Let us, once again, travel back to the 1930s. Back to the few who stood up when the trains began to run laden with Jewish people.
There was Aristides de Sousa Mendes, a Portuguese consul in Bordeaux. He defied his own government. He signed thousands of visas, by hand, for hours, until his fingers bled. He saved more lives than Schindler. And he died penniless, disgraced, erased.
There was a German officer in Warsaw named Wilm Hosenfeld. He hid a Jewish pianist in the rubble. He did not save thousands. He saved one. But that one—Władysław Szpilman—carried the memory. And memory is "the only haven from which we cannot be expelled."
There was Raoul Wallenberg. There were the villagers of Le Chambon. There were the anonymous, the quiet, the furious few who said: “Not on my watch.”
Francesca Albanese is their heir. Not because she carries a gun. Not because she hides refugees in her basement. But because she does something equally dangerous in a world that has perfected the art of not seeing. She sees. And she speaks.
She does not speak as a diplomat. Thank Goodness she doesn't! Diplomats have given us the language of "there are arguments on both sides" and "restraint" and "proportionality." Diplomatic language is the perfumed grave of moral clarity. No, she speaks as a jurist. As a human being. As a woman who has looked into the abyss and refused to call it a "complex geopolitical landscape".
Edna O'Brien once described a character who "had the recklessness of those who have already lost everything worth losing." Francesca Albanese has not lost everything. She has her dignity, her office, her voice, her family. But she has calculated the cost of speaking truth to power. And she has decided that that cost is infinitely less than the cost of silence.
What is that cost? Let us name it. She has been called antisemitic—she, who stands on the ground of international law forged in the ashes of Auschwitz and the fires of Nuremberg. She has been called a conspiracy theorist—she, who cites every source, every footnote, every UN resolution. She has been called naive—she, who understands better than most the machinery of realpolitik.
These accusations are not arguments. They are the spittle of the threatened. Because Francesca Albanese threatens something very precious to the powerful: the right to commit atrocity without being named.
Friends, the 1930s did not arrive with jackboots and pogroms on day one. They arrived in small increments. With "reasonable" restrictions. With "proportional" measures. With the silence of the respectable.
We tell ourselves that we would have been different. That we would have been Sousa Mendes. That we would have been Wallenberg. But most of us, I fear, would have been the neighbours who later said, "I didn't know."
Francesca Albanese knows. And she refuses to pretend otherwise.
So let us praise her. Not with statues or awards she does not seek. But with something harder: with our own refusal to look away. With our own voices, raised in places that are safe for us but dangerous for her. With our own bodies, if it comes to that.
A brave woman, who was injured while demonstrating outside a US nuclear military base in 1982, the infamous Greenham Common, had told me that "the heart is a hunter for what it cannot have." But I say the heart is a hunter for what it will not lose. And what we will not lose is the memory of those who stood up when standing up cost everything.
Francesca Albanese is standing up now. In our time. In our name. Under our indifferent sky.
Let us stand with her.
Not tomorrow. Not when it is safe. Now.
[Extract from a speech in Athens on Sunday 3rd May 2026]