Gazans Are Now Accustomed...
"I talked to a friend who has family in Gaza. He said that they are now accustomed to walking down the streets, hearing voices of people who are still under rubble, and continuing to walk knowing there are no ways to rescue them."
https://x.com/abierkhatib/status/1803004287393398831
"I talked to a friend who has family in Gaza. He said that they are now accustomed to walking down the streets, hearing voices of people who are still under rubble, and continuing to walk knowing there are now ways to rescue them."
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"I talked to a friend who has family in Gaza. He said that they are now accustomed to walking down the streets, hearing voices of people who are still under rubble, and continuing to walk knowing there are now ways to rescue them.
Where to go from here, idk."
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Join me in confronting genocide profiteers wherever you find them this summer. Disrupt them, shame them. Bath Iron Works is owned by General Dynamics in Maine; its warships support Israel, and it sells them the bombs that bury people under rubble. They will "christen" a warship with great fanfare on the morning of July 27. Your tax dollars at work.
Join me in supporting the resistance fighters this summer. Encourage them! Confront people who say Hamas have no right to resist by any means possible.
Join a campaign to do this all over your neighborhood this summer. Do it wherever genocide supporters live and work.
The first paragraph stopped me dead. Then the photo of the rubble. I can't look at rubble now without hearing the living ghosts. And wind, mourning, searching, asking why without stopping the delivery of breath to every nook and cranny. Bringing the cries back to our intimate ears. Hold this, pleads the wind, I have to keep on searching.
Coffee's gone cold. Hands shaking. Because you wrote it again twice. Because truths too big you just say and step back.
Well done, Lisa. I might breathe again in a minute. Then we'll see what happens from there.
It is harrowing to think about this. And to recognize that the rubble is so often produced by bombs and artillery shells made in the USA and funded by taxpayers like me, or, if not funded, put on our national credit card for our children to pay for in the future, assuming they have one.