Mamdani isn’t an idiot. He knew that a New York City mayor doesn’t have the authority to arrest a sitting world leader.
He made the pledge anyway because, when you’re polling at 1%, saying you’ll arrest Netanyahu gets you attention. And hey, credit where it’s due: it worked. He turned Gaza into political capital, rode that attention to Gracie Mansion, and now everyone’s pretending this was something he genuinely intended to do until his lawyers suddenly informed him otherwise.
The amount of people glazing Mamdani rn instead of being pissed tf off at him is what makes me sick. HE GOT PEOPLE’S HOPES UP KNOWING the LOCAL LAWS. He’s still gonna have cops escort the guy around. Still gonna do a perimeter to block protesters. 😒😒😒
I’m sorry, but it is hilarious that Zohran supporters are hysterically hyping up a video produced for the sole purpose of backing away from a campaign promise
When settlers establish a new outpost next to a Palestinian village, one of the first things they do is erect a giant Star of David, lit at night like a flaming cross. Then the attacks start
If Mamdani invited genocidal war criminal Netanyahu to read stories to preschoolers the American left would be up in arms. But of course this war criminal, who dropped 26,000 bombs in only *one* year, massacring several children, still gets an inexplicable pass
So we write our books and make our films knowing that anything we say—seriously or in jest, even anything we imply— can and will be used against us in the courts of law and public opinion.
We talk to each other as if the sniper is standing over our shoulder.
And I understand the impulse to self-censor. I know that as Palestinians our notoriety precedes us; we are guilty until proven otherwise and otherwise is often impossible.
I know that I probably do not resemble myself in most people’s imaginations. But there are vast universes outside of the sniper’s gaze; worlds beyond the colonizer’s field of vision.
What matters more than how we will be viewed by our enemies or our allies is how we view one another and what we inspire in one another. Is it self-respect or self-reproach?
To be irreverent at the podium is to remind yourself that you are part of a collective, a scrutinized people whose psychic and affective allowances are shrinking endlessly; the working classes, the exhausted, the under-resourced, those who do not have access to Ivy Leagues or a knack for double-speak.
And in that performance of irreverence, you enmesh yourself in their complexities, you make room for them in the public discourse, no matter how they articulate themselves, and you reassign the blame from the victim to the perpetrator.
Otherwise, we would be punching down—we would save ourselves and ascend in our careers by throwing others under the bus. For one to be described as genteel, someone else needs to be viewed as savage.