Darkness falls on Gaza.
It happened literally on Tuesday, when Israel bombed Gaza’s only power plant. Can someone please explain to me why that is not a war crime? Can someone tell me that was not genocide and make me believe it?
The one thing I can believe coming from the lips of the Zionist leaders of Israel is that their weapons are capable of pinpoint precision. They precisely pinpoint targets where they can cause the greatest damage. What better target than Gaza’s one and only power plant? By blowing it up they accomplish so much:
- No power equals no ability to recharge devices. Therefore, they effectively shut off Gaza’s ability to communicate with the outside world.
- No power equals no fresh water. This way, far more Palestinians will die, but the finger won’t be pointed at Israel because they will die slow, incremental deaths.
- No power means doctors will be able to save far fewer lives in Gaza.
Soon the voices of the courageous people who have been tweeting from Gaza will be silenced. We will no longer hear first-hand accounts of the horrors they face. We’ll be left with Israeli and American propaganda, absurdly assuring us it’s all Hamas’ fault. The IDF does not want to kill civilians. Hamas forces them to.
Thanks to social media, millions of people around the world have been waking up to the lies. I am one of them. Okay, I never bought the lies hook, line and sinker, but I did nibble the bait. That was enough for me to sit on the sidelines for most of my adult life.
I was born in 1948. Israel meant nothing to me until I was a teenager. By then, the dirty work of the propagandists had been done. I believed the world owed the land known as Palestine to the Jewish people because of what happened to them in WWII. I believed the Jewish settlers went there in peace and were violently resisted for no reason other than that they were Jewish. I believed Israel was a shining light of democracy in the Middle East.
The first cracks in my spoon-fed belief system appeared when I travelled overland to India in 1971. Hot on the heels of a university level History of the Modern Middle East class, I rode into Iran believing I knew something about their culture. I met many educated Iranians in the coffee houses of Isfahan and Tehran. At first, I tried to get the conversation rolling by telling them what I “knew” about their glorious leader, Reza Shah Pahlavi. Silence followed and while they remained polite, my new-found friends did not want to talk about him. Finally, one took me aside and told me he understood why I believed what I believed because he had been to America, but what I believed wasn’t quite how Iranians saw the Shah. I was one of the few who wasn’t surprised when his regime was toppled.
I never had the opportunity to visit Palestine or Syria, but I’ve met a few people who have. Two of them were young women I met at a writing workshop I attended in Sydney. Both of them spoke warmly of the people of Palestine and Syria. The woman who visited Israel loved the Palestinians she met, but was shocked by the racist attitude of many Israelis. The woman who visited Syria told me how tolerant they were. When she covered her shoulders as a mark of respect to their predominant religion, she was kindly told not to worry: Syrians understood that other cultures had different values and they were not offended.
I learned a lot over the years, but it wasn’t until Israel launched its assault on Gaza that I dug deeper and learned the truth about the Zionist movement. I had heard rumours that it began long before the close of WWII, but did not know how it evolved from an idea in the late 19th century to a full-blown long-term goal in the 20th century. I knew the plan was to create a Jewish state, but I did not know the plan included driving all the indigenous Palestinians out of their land. When I learned all that, everything became clear to me. No matter what atrocities have been committed by Palestinian militants, theirs has been a resistance movement. From the beginning, the Israeli government has been the aggressor.
I can’t condone car bombs, suicide bombers or rocket attacks, but I understand them in a different light now. They are desperate acts by desperate people.
The latest news out of Israel is that 4 were killed and 9 wounded in a rocket attack on the Eshkol Regional Council area. This will be sure to stir up even more hatred in Israel, the eternal victim. The news falls on deaf ears elsewhere. The ears of the world have been deafened by the sound of Israeli rockets pulverising Gaza.
Even if the reason for Israel’s latest “campaign” had not been fabricated, there is no justification for an infinitely more powerful force to mete out the kind of revenge Israel has been inflicting on the Palestinians they herded into Gaza and locked behind walls twice the height of the Berlin Wall.
Darkness falls on Gaza, but an even greater darkness has fallen over Israel. It is the darkness of evil. There’s no other way to put it when:
- Israeli leaders call for the deaths of all Palestinians;
- Groups of Israelis sit on hilltops cheering as missiles rain down innocent people in one of the world’s most densely populated areas; and
- Young Israeli women paint “I (heart) IDF” on their butts and share their “sexy” photos on social media.
All my life I wondered how the people of Germany got suckered into allowing the Nazis to come to power. I still don’t understand, but I see history being repeated in Israel, the nation that was supposedly created to prevent such genocide from occurring ever again. Who could condone such violence? Not at least one Jewish survivor. I’ll let him have the last word: