It’s just gutter racism. That’s what we saw in London today. And, to make a glaringly obvious point, if pro-Palestine protesters had pulled a stunt like this about Judaism the police would storm the stage and Starmer would call a Cobra meeting.
Remember when the monarchist section of the Iranian diaspora actually believed Trump and co were coming to save their country and were cheering on this war?
“Controversial” ? Seriously?
How about: “immoral”, “unethical”; contrary to all democratic norms”? How about: “in breach of international law”? How about “heinous”, “stomach-turning”, “irredeemably revealing of a sick society in need of help”?
Apartheid enabled by the inaction of the international community.
Enough with condemnation. Enough with double standards.
Enough with impunity.
Act now!
The death penalty by hanging for Palestinians only. Default hanging in military courts for Palestinians convicted of "terror", while Israeli settlers are immune. Murdering Palestinians used to be labeled collateral and extrajudicial, now it's just official policy.
This is Apartheid.
It's morally disgusting - and comes at the same time as Israel is committing an ongoing genocide.
To see the Labour Government defend Israel repeatedly will horrify the British public - it cannot go on like this.
This ends any debate over the reality of Israel's apartheid regime.
The death penalty for one race only, enforced through military courts with a 99.7% conviction rate.
Shame on those who deny apartheid.
Shame on those who deny that West Bank settler terrorism and ethnic cleansing is Israeli government policy.
Shame on the Labour government for not ending the sale of weapons to Israel 2.5 years into a genocide in Gaza.
Literally, everyone in the Gulf is asking this question, quietly.
These voices will get louder
$3.6tn dollars in Gulf money invested in Washington, and America still pivots ideologically to support Israel, its greatest net consumer of US power in the world
The war mongering pedophiles that brought you genocide in Gaza and the most scandalous files of abuse in history are now embroiling the world in a war to distract you in the name of “preserving freedom.”
Bombing a girls elementary school and killing over 30 young children is scratching the surface for these monsters. Truly sickening.
The players from Al Irada amputee football team in Gaza sent this message of gratitude to Pep Guardiola @PepTeam for his solidarity with Palestine.
I will never understand how so many football figures choose to stay silent. This is bigger than any contract or brand deal.
Manchester City manager Pep Guardiola said it is 'clear' that there is a genocide in Palestine.
He went on to say that seeing images from Sudan, Palestine and Ukraine 'hurts' him.
https://t.co/Nzi5VvRBJH
Yasmine, Halimah & Afia shine at the ESU Debates, securing a place in the Regional Finals with the highest score of the evening against six schools. A phenomenal achievement! 🌟🎉🎤
We love to say we’re building a ‘love of reading’. The evidence suggests we’re doing no such thing. Pleasure doesn’t lead to fluent reading; fluency makes pleasure possible. Reading for pleasure should be an outcome, not a curricular aim. Trying to teach enjoyment is missing the point.
Link below...
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.
Civil Defense:
The residents of Gaza City are currently being subjected to “ethnic cleansing.”
The Israeli occupation has reached the level of “blind madness.”
We call on the countries of the world and the international community to intervene urgently today, before tomorrow, to stop this “blind Israeli madness.”