Francesca Albanese modeled a way to answer this effectively even under the constraints of someone who cannot afford a soundbite denying “Israel’s right to exist”
Muslim youths in Sydney were vilified in the media for chanting ‘God is great’ in Arabic during a protest in support of their teacher.
Meanwhile, white Ukrainian kids can fly the flag of the 14th Waffen Grenadier Division of the SS without a single concern.
Finally good news, Biden just approved an $8 billion package to fight the wildfires in California... Oh wait that was for Israel to fight hospitals, sorry
Welcome to Australia, we’re all just a bunch of easy-going larrikins here! By the way, it’s illegal to wear anything over your face in public if you disagree with the government because it makes it harder for the police to pepper spray you.
Noam Chomsky’s powerful reminder of the West's double standards: "The hypocrite is the person who refuses to apply to himself the standards he applies to others."
If something is wrong when ‘they’ do it, it’s wrong when ‘we’ do it.
The definition of post-irony is a country started by dispossession of its indigenous people and then populated by immigration, which then settles into a permanent state of paranoid fear of its indigenous people and immigrants.
Sign the petition to reverse the decision not to count LGBT Australians in the census
Queerness is the only large social demographic not included in the census
Conservatives don’t want to count us because they don’t want to acknowledge we exist #auspol
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"I came to search for the remains of my son, who had gone ahead to the dawn prayer. Someone gave me a bag of 23 kilograms and said, 'This is your son; bury him.' As I carried him, I remembered a day when I was coming back with him from the market, carrying a heavy bag. He, in complete filial piety, asked to carry it for me. He went to his mother happily, boasting of his manhood, singing in front of his siblings, and teasing them that he carried all this weight alone for his father. His siblings embraced him, and his mother prayed for his long life and goodness. Now, once again, you precede me with the bag to the house, my son. But how do I convince them that you are the one inside it? That your laughter, which used to fill the house, your thin arms that you used to use to spar with your siblings, your head that used to rest on your grandmother’s lap, and your feet that tirelessly searched for water—all have become one in this bag. When your mother asks me in a bitter Gazan tone, 'Do you know if there is any electricity, Abu Saleh? Where will I store all this?'—all the goodness we give to the neighbors—how will I tell her, my son, that what’s in this bag is not suitable for charity, and that 23 kilograms of remains is our share of death this week?"