I believe in anyone’s right to defend others and themselves again lies, propaganda and false premise, so I just signed this petition https://t.co/WTJgc4QNQb
🚨 Israeli forces arrested five Palestinian children while they were gathering wild plants near the Havat Ma’on settlement south of Hebron in the southern West Bank, following incitement by settlers.
This afternoon the young man seen running from the vehicle received a call from the Israeli army telling him he could die alone or die with his family in the car.
He ran from the vehicle into a field and was struck and killed by an Israeli drone.
This is not the first time that the Israeli army has used this tactic. It is pure barbarism. Abject terrorism.
@Heccles94@donnarainey4 This is what ‘but we should look after our own homeless first!’ Looks like in practice ie they are not ever, under any circumstances, going to look after our homeless
“No one tells us where to go, who will rebuild, or who is responsible. The politicians talk of victories, the generals of strategy, the world of peace and progress, none of them live here among the ashes. None of them stand where I stand, sifting through their own dead…”
I came back today. I thought I had known despair before, but what I saw today is beyond despair.
It is not grief, nor horror, nor pain. It is something colder, a stillness where even God seems to have withdrawn His hand.
The sky was impossibly blue. The kind of blue that mocks you, that makes you wonder whether beauty itself is a crime.
I walked through streets that no longer exist, streets that were my childhood.
They are now a wilderness of stone, wire, and dust.
A man stood on a heap, a neighbor, I think.
He pointed and said, “It’s here.”
I asked him how far.
He looked down.
And I understood: my house was beneath his feet.
I lifted my phone, as if the machine could recognize what I could not. The screen glowed; there was nothing to see. The earth had swallowed the distances. Even the smell of home was gone. It was as if the thread connecting me to life itself had been cut.
I dug with my hands. The dust burned. My palms bled.
My mother had told me: “Search for anything we can save.” And so I obeyed her like a son obeys the last voice that still believes there is meaning in obedience.
From a house that once cost my father one hundred and twenty thousand dollars, a lifetime of labor, of hope, of decency, I found two things:
a knife, and a pillow.
Two relics of civilization. One for necessity, one for illusion.
That is what remains of man.
I sat in the ruins, the blue of my shirt turned gray with ash, and I thought:
this is the end not of a city, but of meaning itself.
I thought of my parents, their hands, their faith in honest work.
How will they bear this? How will any man bear seeing his father’s roof turned into dust by a stranger’s hands, hands that will never know the names of those they destroyed?
But what tears me apart more than ruin is silence. No one speaks to us.
No one tells us where to go, who will rebuild, or who is responsible.
The politicians talk of victories, the generals of strategy, the world of peace and progress.
But none of them live here among the ashes. None of them stand where I stand, sifting through their own dead.
And those who claim to represent us, where are they? Where is the money they collected in our name, the promises they made before the cameras, the slogans they wrote while we buried our children?
Who among them will come to this ruin and say: Forgive us, we failed you?
Not one.
They sit in offices with clean shirts, counting our corpses as figures on paper. They say “reconstruction,” “aid,” “negotiations,” as though the vocabulary of power could fill the emptiness of a mother’s bed.
I tell you the truth: there is no crime greater than indifference.
The murderer at least acknowledges the victim.
But those who look away, they kill the soul itself.
I brushed the dust from my shirt, though I knew it was useless.
I wanted to see if there was still color left in the world.
There wasn’t.
The blue had become the color of mourning.
I looked at my hands. They were shaking, not from fear, but from the unbearable realization that we have become expendable to the world.
Our suffering is entertainment, our death a policy, our endurance a statistic.
I wept then, openly, shamelessly.
I, who once believed in the dignity of suffering, now see that dignity itself has been annihilated.
There is nothing noble in being forgotten.
If you are reading this, do not admire the style or the language.
Lower your head, and weep.
Because this dust, this silence, this cry, is what remains of us.
@JohnSimpsonNews Just how have you avoided what we’ve all seen from inside Gaza? How is that not ‘eyewitness’ enough? ordinary Palestinians have bravely documented their deaths, and without a single journalist to write about how I should view it, I know what I see. Terrorism. And Genocide.
“Palestine Action has never hurt people. They only hurt machinery which produces the instruments of war. So the worst you can say about what they did is vandalism. But you can’t say that they are terrorists."
Professor Avi Shlaim, the British-Israeli historian and author, has condemned the British government’s decision to proscribe @Pal_action under the Terrorism Act, and offered his full support for the activists.
Not to be confused - not now, nor ever, with or without a Bill - with terrorism. Brave people have been forced into speaking up and taking action because our leaders won’t, in spite of the evidence of all they see: terror, ethnic cleansing, forced starvation, genocide.
An important post by @Lowkey0nline@DoubleDownNews
Not only about @KNEECAPCEOL but also about multiple UK citizens who SHOULD be arrested for taking part in the GENOCIDE, UK charities who should be investigated and Rachel Reeves
Mainstream media FAIL to report all this
“At 5 a.m., [the air force] would come and bomb all the houses we marked. We took out thousands of people. We didn’t go through one by one — we put everything into automated systems, and as soon as one was at home, he immediately became a target. We bombed him and his house.”
I want to see more and more voices like these ❤️ to remind us all that reform has not won the hearts and minds of ordinary people. Far from it. The only reason they have the support they do is that they are platformed by MSM at every opportunity, with a fringe set of beliefs.
🚨BREAKING -- Declassified managed to locate and question the head of Britain's military, Admiral Tony Radakin, about the intelligence his military is sharing with Israel.