hearing officials and public figures criticize biden openly on talk shows and seeing newspaper headlines sharply decry israel killing aid workers is making me feel kind of crazy. like it could've been like this the whole time. before 40,000 palestinians were killed and the infrastructure of gaza destroyed. it could've been like this when people gathered their children in plastic bags at al-ahli hospital, when a poet and his family were assassinated for a joke, when journalists buried their families on air, when children were targeted by drones on camera, when a little boy holding his grandmother's hand in one hand and a white flag in another watched her get shot and die in front of him, when a cameraman was left to bleed out with a live counter for hours while his rescuers were shot, when patients were bulldozed in their tents in the courtyard of a hospital, when four babies were left die and decompose alone in their hospital beds, when six year old hind rajab was crying for help trapped in a car with the corpses of her family on the phone with the red crescent for hours until she and the rescuers sent to get her were killed too.
wrote this a year ago, now thinking about officials criticizing famine and concentration camps and no longer denying israel is committing a genocide when starvation has already killed hundreds, when rafah is completely destroyed, when every university has been bombed, when every hospital has been bombed, when a hospital director who buried his child under siege from israeli forces has been held hostage for months now, when at least sixty-five palestinians have been killed under torture in israeli prisons, when khaled nabhan's granddaughter was killed and he held her in his arms and called her the soul of my soul, when he was killed a year later wearing a t-shirt with that same phrase, when medo halimy was still alive, when hossam shabat was still reporting, when over a hundred other journalists were still alive including ahmed mansour who was burned alive, fatima hassouna whose documentary made it into cannes, when shaaban el daou' was burned with his iv line still attached, when alaa el najjar received seven of her dead children while working a shift as a pediatrician at a hospital (two of them she could not receive because they were still trapped under the rubble). every minute that passed was paid in blood and these motherfuckers won't stop it yet
