It’s not just the US. Seeing the people around me either not give a flying fuck about a literal unfolding genocide – or cheering it on… how am I supposed to look these people in the eye again? Help them? Why? I’m sickened by them. Never stop explaining, sure; but how does anyone need this explaining?
I managed to go to a protest. It was kind of an accident. I suspected something might be planned and went to the time, on the day, and to the place that protests usually happen. Maybe 200+ people there. Half dressed in Palestine flags. Speeches. Poetry. Songs. Messages passed from relatives in Palestine to share with us.
I’ve been tearing up reading about it all this week. But in person? It was more uplifting than sad. Seeing so many people willing to spend their weekend doing this.
I completely agree, Crit. There’s a good reason they don’t want us to go outside and connect with others, to see that we stand on the side of humanity and that history will prove us right yet again.
The interesting thing was that the police were clearly supportive. I was a bit surprised to see them nodding along with the talks. They didn’t join in the songs and the chanting. But from conversations I overheard, they were supportive. I joined a bit late so stood to one side and I also heard ‘ordinary’ passers by – you know, people who aren’t engaged enough with politics to join a protest – walking past and talking about how bad things were for Palestinians. Seemed like almost everyone walking past was appalled at Israel.
The public stands with Palestine and they know they’re being duped by the press. It lifted my mood significantly because all week I’d been given the impression from the silence of colleagues, my institution, my union, and the noise from the media that I was rather alone. Not so.
From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.