I nearly cried on the bus the other day feeling this. Like, how do we sleep knowing that people are being handed bags filled with carefully collected and weighed remains? Knowing that there is no knowing which pieces were which people because there is nothing left? That a man, desperate to bury his lost child, was told "bury it as if it was them" as he held 18kg of unidentifiable body and blood handed to him by another man who had spent hours weighing, collecting body parts and delivering the most horrifying news another human being can get? And no major news source seemed to care. The world keeps spinning and people shelve it and move on. Children are beheaded, men are getting birth certificates delivered knowing their child is already dead, pregnant people are giving birth in streets filled with filth, blood, and undrinkable water, women are cooking for their families meals made of grass and begging on the internet for mercy. People are starving to death in front of our eyes and the IOF is posting videos dancing on the graves of the graves of people they've killed, pointing and laughing. And there are still people willing to say, "It's just complicated." How? How has the brain developed to just put that somewhere, away, while we do every other thing? How are these horrors not shaking the foundations of the Earth herself in their wake? How have we reached a time where the mourners are the minority in the face of tragedy? If we outlined every crime the Israeli army has committed not only against the Palestinian people but against humanity, dignity and world at large, it would take lifetimes but nearly as many lifetimes as Israel has stripped from the countries around it.
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