As a Native American who has lived on a reservation, a concentration camp doesn't need walls and fences. It just needs sick fucks with guns who don't want people leaving.
A concentration camp is a restricted area where a group, ususally an ethnic group, are forced to live on threat of torture or death while giving their oppressors plausible deniability to the rest of the world.
"Of course they can leave!" they said about the reservation before shooting my uncle in the back for being off our land. "They have such nice things!" they said, while most of us lived in homes with no floor or electricity and only the lucky had any modern conveniences. "They have schools and get married!" they said, while never showing the rest of the world the decrepit schools or talking about the secret weddings that would be disrupted with white men with guns if they were held in the open.
I've spent the last few years growing angrier and angrier. Watching the lies get thinner and thinner.
You don't like Holocaust comparisons? Okay. Fine. Palestine is a reservation and Israel is the murderous federal government trying to exterminate them and violating every promise of peace they make to them. Yes, there are good people working in good faith. But the majority are currently turning their backs to pretend they don't know about the atrocities happening so they can take land that isn't theirs without guilt. "It doesn't matter. They're not real people, just savages. This is a necessary evil."
Been there, seen that. It's a lie and it always has been.
An actual survivor of an ongoing genocide.
