Jews arrive in Palestine. BRITISH FOOTAGE: How's that for irony?
It will make itself heard, the echo of the bombs, the agonizing screams of the children in Palestine; Palestine is the name of the land taken by the zionists, the land torched by the Zionists. They renamed the land and prohibited the people of that land from saying or stating their own names.
The Jews recognized the evil among them and were quick to name it Zionism to make sure the rest of the world didn't ostracize them again. For thousands of years, Jewish people were persecuted by others in this world, the others that are unable to accept the differences that constitute our humanity and were not smart enough to comprehend it to be a virtue.
I remember meeting the Jews in New York City when I arrived from Brazil. An orphan understands the things that bind humans together, having grown up without them. The Jews I met were family-oriented, hardworking, industrious, and, above all, generous. Perhaps I romanticized most of them, but I watched as they made themselves seen in the community by donating to the arts and to associations that help others, the human beings who don't have the same ability to prosper.
The Germans recognized that too, and chose the only path a weak society can take when it realizes that it has failed: blame others and begin killing them to dispose of the reminder of its own failures. In killing millions of Jews, the German society absolved itself from all its economic and political inaptitudes. And Nazi Germany will never be forgotten.
The United States of America and the United Kingdom government, too, looked in the mirror at their true reflection and, just like the Jewish people, immediately understood the Zionists for what they were: evil. And kindred spirits. Bloodthirsty and land-grabbing zombies.
While people are confused by the unwavering support Israel gets from its allies, I look at history and hear it loud and clear:
the bombs, the agonizing screams of the innocent Jewish people killed by the terrorist state of Germany. I recognize the israelis for what they are: a proxy of imperialist powers to do the killings in their names.
In the Israelis, the Western countries found the perfect partners; Israelis not only are good at killing, but they actually enjoy it. They learned with their papa, Hihi.
As the entire world streams the carnage in Palestine, history absorbs the sound each bomb makes, each child in agonizing pain, each whimper of a starved body collapsing into itself. Dying of starvation.
History does not whisper. It will echo the genocidal Israelis, the Germans, the Americans, the British, and the deaf and dumb in our society until men take their last breath on this earth.
"My mother was a martyred?"
"My father was a martyred?"
"My brother was martyred?"
"My nephew was martyred?"
"My sister was martyred?"
"We are exhausted!"
"Why can't you feel for us?"
TOGETHER IN GENOCIDE
The place you don't remember, is the safest place you've been; your very existence is proof of that. A heartbeat away from yours is your mother's own heartbeat, pumping life into every part of your tiny body.
Your mother; the being that creates you, feeds you and gives birth to you, eventually will expose you to this world.
The israelis, after killing Palestinians for six months, have perfected the art of Genocide and invented THE DEAD WOMB; a place life seizes to exist.
The Palestinians can always be found near death itself; with nothing but faith, resilience and an inexplicable will to live; side stepping our eternal foe and valiantly saving their families, friends and neighbors.
While the israelis were busy perfecting the art of killing, the Palestinians have found their way into our collective nightmares and we watch them perfecting the art of living:
without food, without water, without love, without all that makes life worth living.
The Palestinians seem to be whispering to us the greatest secret of all: a human being can outlive almost anything except the necessity of having each other.
🍉 LONG LIVE THE Palestinians! 🍉