This day is profoundly painful for so many New Yorkers. It marks three years since the horrific war crimes of October 7. On that day, Hamas killed more than 1,100 Israelis and abducted 251 others. We grieve alongside our many friends and neighbors who still carry that unthinkable loss.
The suffering did not begin nor end that day. It instead continued through the Israeli government’s devastating, ongoing genocide in Gaza, in which it has killed more than 74,000 Palestinians—including more than 21,000 children. Even since the so-called ceasefire, more than 1,400 Palestinians have been killed. That suffering has intensified with every Israeli bomb dropped on ambulances waiting outside hospitals, every drone strike targeting a residential building or journalist, and every shipment of food aid turned away at a border crossing. Many New Yorkers are reckoning with this unbearable grief, and we mourn alongside them – all while knowing that our tax dollars fund these war crimes.
Three years later, we must refuse to accept a world in which occupation and apartheid continue, where war crimes are met with impunity, and our federal government continues its complicity with every arms shipment.
To honor the dead, we must fight for a world in which every person can live with freedom, safety, and dignity.
Israel has subsequently murdered roughly 35 times that number in children alone, and 80 times that number in civilian non-combatants since the IDF chose to stand-down in the attack that Netanyahu was repeatedly warned was coming.
So if you want to call out for justice, start with holding Israel accountable for perpetrating this atrocity on their own citizens, as an excuse for the ethnic cleansing of their neighbors.
With American bombs, Israel has murdered 5% more children proportionately than the Nazis in Jewish genocide, and destroyed more civilian homes than the A-bomb destroyed in Hiroshima.
Your administration financed the worst Holocaust since the Soviets massacre of Christians in the 20th century.
You did this. You financed it with OUR money.
May God have mercy on you (the REAL God, and not your wife’s monkey gods).
شہــــرِ سُخن ســے رُوح کو وہ آشنـــائی دے
آنکھیں بھی بند رکھوں تو رَستہ سُجھـائی دے
تخیّـــــل مہتابـــــ ہـو اظہـــــارِ آئینــہ
آنکھـوں کو لفظ لفظ کا چہـــرہ دکھــائی دے
اس کی گلی میں اب مجھ کو جانا نہیں
حال کیسا ہے ـــــ یہ بھی بتانا نہیں
بڑی حسرت ہے جاناں ــــــ مجھے اس دن کی
وہ کہیں "میں ہوں" ــــ میں کہوں جی پہچانا نہیں