A Year of Moral Rot
the genocide in Gaza shows us how ours is a culture of building things with the sole purpose of tearing everything - and everyone - apart. for others, we created the Hell we no longer fear.
North Gaza is being exterminated.
I’m sitting in a Palestinian cafe. Ta-Nehisi Coates’ new book to one side of me and a glass of melting ice on the other.
Two Palestinian journalists have been killed, three injured - one of them has been rendered paralyzed and needs immediate medical evacuation.
The weather has finally begun to turn.
There have been non-stop massacres in Jabalia.
We’re three weeks from the election.
Anyone trying to escape Jabalia is getting shot. There are thousands of Palestinians inside that camp. There around almost 400,000 Palestinians left in north Gaza, all told to “evacuate” to the south but are unable to because of the Israeli siege.
Bearing witness has come to feel like complicity.
Bodies - dead and wounded - are strewn across the streets, with ambulances unable to get to them because of both a lack of fuel and attacks from Israeli drones. The last bakery, providing bread to Palestinians who’ve been hit the hardest by Israel’s starvation campaign, was bombed.
The rot is inescapable; the smell lives inside my nose.
Israel bombed the Al Aqsa Martyrs hospital area for the third time in the past month. It bombed displaced people - including patients - in tents. A young man, in a hospital bed and attached to an IV, was burned alive - among many others.
His name was Sha’ban Al-Dalou.
You’ve so well expressed the trauma we are experiencing from this carnage and how “life goes on” in parallel. Thank you for the martyred patient’s name.
“Bearing witness has come to feel like complicity” 💯💯