regularly getting tags like this on my posts about horrific abuses wrt detentions and deportations by the trump administration and just to be clear. you are all baby brained. do you think every single one of the thousands of jackbooted thugs in dhs and ice were hired in the last 3 months. do you think nothing the democrats did had anything to do with leading us here. the road to hell is paved with lesser evils
report released in 2024 documenting louisiana ICE detention centers under biden 2022-2024, same ones currently being used to disappear migrants and pro-palestine political dissidents by the trump admin now:
everything in this post i made 8 months ago about biden & harris admin policies and harris’s proposed policies during her campaign when she bragged that she would be tougher on the border than trump. of course you cannot beat trump at this but the fact is she tried to claim that she did as vp and would as president in order to court centrists and moderate republicans, like many democrats last cycle she ran by trying to outflank republicans on the right and in doing so moved the overton window so far that you had liberals happily cheering for border police on stage at the dnc. if you refuse to acknowledge that that is in any way connected to what is happening right now? that democrats also condemning student activists because of their defense of palestine and calling militarized police in to brutalize them for over a year was a direct line to this? that the fact of the palestine exception causing democratic leadership to fail abysmally to respond to early abductions by the trump admin bc they agreed with those disappearances ideologically just at most not in procedure is the very reason those activists were among the first most high profile targets? there’s a reason fascists target those people first! because you will blink when it’s time to defend them! it’s in the fucking poem!! my god
Once upon a time there was a girl whose wicked stepmother forced her to clean the entire house for Pesach all by herself. So while her stepmother and stepsisters left early for the grand seder at the Prince’s palace, the girl spent the afternoon sweeping and dusting and washing and polishing. As she finally burned the last crumbs of chametz in the fireplace, she saw the sun setting and knew she would never make it to the Prince’s seder on time, so she began to prepare her own meager dinner: a little Passover pizza. But miraculously, her fairy godmother appeared and transformed the pizza into a flying carpet to take her to the palace, and the cheese into a beautiful dress for her to wear. And to commemorate this story, to this very day, that cheese is named after that girl: they called her Matzah-rella.
Should I put $10 towards food, or towards education and development in Gaza?
This is a real question, not just theory or philosophy… a question I face every day, and I found myself needing to answer it clearly.
Today in Gaza, people are hungry… but also, people are lost. There’s a graduate sitting on rubble with no laptop to even work on. There’s a university student studying by candlelight, without internet to continue their education. There’s an engineer, who instead of building, is searching for a box of aid to feed his family.
Do you know what this means? It means the occupation doesn’t want to kill us with bullets, it wants to kill us with ignorance, with helplessness, by turning us into just people waiting for a bag of flour, waiting for aid… and that’s the biggest crime against us. Today we all in Gaza need a bite to eat… but tomorrow? Do I want to spend my whole life depending on others to live? This is the question that worries me the most!! Or should I be able to provide for myself and my family and rebuild my life from scratch?
That’s why, instead of that $10 being a meal for one day, let it be an investment in a student who will emerge from under the rubble, will learn, and will be able to provide their own food forever.
Let it be a share of Esnad, not just so Gaza can live another day… but so that Gaza can rise, stand, and persevere forever.
Help us build a future for the coming days in Gaza. We at ISNAD Foundation provide free scholarships for students. Help us rebuild Gaza by building its students and empowering them to have a suitable learning environment.
The way the world treats us, the way we’ve been punished in every possible way since the beginning of our lives, and now they move us around like chess pieces. They wanted us there, then they wanted us to leave, then to stay, as if we have no will of our own. Can you imagine what that does to us, as the people of Gaza? As if we’re not human beings. Some people romanticize our suffering, turning us into symbols or superheroes, while others see us as nothing, as objects to be moved from place to place. Can you imagine the impact of this on those who have physically survived this genocide? How we see ourselves?
How we see the way the world sees us? We are treated as everything except human beings.
My family are living now on the rubble of our destroyed house since they returned to northern Gaza without the minimum necessities of life, with no shelter or tent, without food or water! They just light a fire and gather around it to keep warm. Please don’t leave us alone with this suffering. This is not a human life and everyone has abandoned us and the people.
The planes in the sky above us are flying densely. They are preparing to seize their targets shortly, as usual. They are taking their daily share of lives, blood, and the bodies of children sleeping peacefully. We do not know who will be next. But now everyone is equal under the siege and starvation in the tents.
day 1 at the communal puzzle club: i see a puzzle with a sign next to it that says “please help with our communal puzzle” and i say to myself “don’t mind if I do” and did the whole thing
day 2 at the communal puzzle club: i get gently reprimanded for not sharing the puzzle experience with the others. in my defense I thought they needed all the help they could get
day 3 at the communal puzzle club: we start a new puzzle and i put one of the pieces in my pocket and save it for later so i can be the one who puts in the last piece
day 4 at the communal puzzle club: the puzzle is almost complete so i reach into my pocket and realize i left the last piece in my other pants which are currently in the washing machine. i feign ignorance
day 5 at the communal puzzle club: the others are suspicious but they have no proof. they check my pockets before i leave but little do they know that this time i ate the pieces
day 6 at the communal puzzle club: i put an entire bottle of miralax in my coffee to get the pieces out of my digestive system but they are too far dissolved to be usable. my stomach is in so much pain and i can’t stop shitting but i rinse off what’s left of the pieces and make it to puzzle club anyway, only to find out they don’t meet on mondays. i am inconsolable.
day 7 at the communal puzzle club: i realized those pieces are incriminating evidence so i slipped them in someone else’s pocket. i should be good as long as they don’t find residual traces of my dna
day 8 at the communal puzzle club: there is an odd feeling in my gut. i feel as if something has been awoken in me
day 9 at the communal puzzle club: i am in such deep focus that the others are starting to fear me. either that or they are cowering away from the communal puzzle out of sheer respect for my skills
day 10 at the communal puzzle club: i’m getting better and better, i can now do several puzzles in one day. the others are discussing what to do about me in hushed tones. little do they know my laser focus allows me to hear everything they say. they aren’t a threat.
day 11 at the communal puzzle club: the club manager unlocked the door but already i am inside. ive been here all night doing puzzles in the dark. they threaten to ban me from the club so in response i pick a 500 piece puzzle at random and complete it in under 45 minutes, just to show them who the real authority is
day 12 at the communal puzzle club: i have been officially banned from the communal puzzle club. in a fit of rage i grab as many pieces as i can and eat them, making sure to thoroughly chew and swallow every single one. if i can’t do them, no one can.
day 13 at the communal puzzle club: it’s monday again. the club doesn’t meet today. it’s the perfect opportunity to break in and do as many puzzles as my heart desires, without any of the club’s petty drama to distract me
day 14 at the communal puzzle club: i am in jail because the club manager snitched to the cops like the pathetic weakling they are. this is the worst night of my entire life there aren’t any puzzles here
day 15 at the communal puzzle club: the judge let me off with a restraining order since I didn’t actually steal anything. i show back up to communal puzzle club just to make a show of ripping the order to shreds. no piece of paper will dictate my life, only jigsaw-cut cardboard has that power. nothing else.
day 16 at the communal puzzle club: everyone is so quiet today when I walk in. I eat some pieces in a show of force, just to remind everyone who’s in charge. I comment that they taste somewhat like strychnine, they say it’s just because Ravensburger has a new method of chemically processing their pieces. sounds plausible. 30 minutes later i am convulsing violently but i beg them not to call an ambulance until i finish the puzzle i was working on. but the bastards don’t listen and I’m shipped off to the hospital kicking and screaming.
day 17 at the communal puzzle club: i spent the night in the hospital. a detective comes in and says they’re investigating the manager of the communal puzzle club for attempted murder and asks what i know. i tell him honestly that i ain’t no snitch and spit in his face. he says they have more than enough evidence to prosecute regardless.
day 18 at the communal puzzle club: the club manager is on trial for attempted murder and i am called as a witness. i tell the judge that i ain’t no snitch and spit in his face. i am held in contempt of the court
day 19 at the communal puzzle club: the defense makes a plea of justifiable self defense, citing the restraining order that isn’t even 1 week old. somehow the judge buys that flimsy defense. i mean, this is the same judge who didn’t even recognize me from that same case despite being the same judge. i think the poor old man has dementia so i make a motion for a mistrial. it gets shot down because the system is corrupt.
day 20 at the communal puzzle club: the judge says i should get jail time but he decided i should be in a mental facility instead. i don’t know why he would think that, i have been nothing but sane my entire life. god forbid a woman have hobbies
day 1 in the psych ward: they have puzzles in here this is amazing
day 2 in the psych ward: all the puzzles are missing a few pieces. this is unacceptable. im going to go insane
day 3 in the psych ward: i have been informed that they do not use the word “insane” in here so i take back my previous statement.
day 4 in the psych ward: i need to find those missing pieces i need to find them i need to find them i have been questioning everybody all the nurses all the doctors all the patients all the miscellaneous hospital staff but nobody knows anything. this is hopeless. i will never be able to overcome this trauma. my life is over
day 5 in the psych ward: it’s so boring in here. without complete puzzles there’s nothing to do except watch tv but the only channel they get is the local news. i begrudgingly watch out of nothing but all-encompassing ennui. but one of the stories is about the communal puzzle club and suddenly i am overcome with nostalgia. turns out there was a series of alleged poisonings attributed to that location. strychnine was found in three people so far, one of whom was myself. but the others didn’t survive. this confirms my suspicion that i am in fact the chosen one
day 6 in the psych ward: with a renewed sense of purpose i will attempt to convince the doctors of my “sanity,” but i also came to the realization that they don’t care about sanity, they only care about sedation. they want to supress my passion, eradicate my truth, condition me to fall in line with the rest of the “sane” people. with that knowledge, i was able to tell them everything they wanted to hear. i acted polite, pretended i was cured, i even feigned complete disinterest in puzzles! it made my stomach boil but i did it, i convinced them, and just like that, i was free.
day 28 at the communal puzzle club: i don’t know why everyone was so surprised to see me again, it’s only natural that i’d come to finish what i started
(i know this is supposed to be day 27 at the communal puzzle club but day 27 was a monday so nothing happened) like what am i gonna say, “day 27 i sat alone in my studio apartment eating cereal and biding my time”
day 29 at the communal puzzle club: the communal puzzle club has been disbanded, the club manager has been arrested, and the whole place is swarming with cops. i watched as they hauled off a bunch of expensive looking printers and like a billion reams of paper and loaded them onto a big police truck.
apparently, the communal puzzle club was just a front for document forgery and counterfeit cash, and i had been inadvertently sabotaging them this entire time. which is sad because i support both of those things. but it also explains why they met 12 hours a day, 6 days a week and why they had their own building despite having no profit model and also why i was the only one who seemed to actually care about the puzzles. everyone else was too busy making fake passports to care.
in hindsight, i always knew they were all a bunch of casuals. but i didn’t mind because they had so many excellent puzzles. I asked one of the officers if i could at least have the puzzles but he said they were already taken and locked away in the evidence room. the thought sickens me- all those puzzles, gathering dust, never to be assembled again. or maybe the pigs just took them for themselves! so they could have all the puzzles they want while the rest of us ordinary, law-abiding citizens have nothing to do except die of boredom!
the moral of the story is that we can never have nice things because of the fucking pigs. fuck the police.
This is an extremely important quote. It is well established that Ben Gurion intended on colonizing Palestine with the help of the Jewish Agency and its organs. But it’s especially important to highlight the fact that the Arabs he faced were friendly. Although orientalist in his wording “big children”, it refutes the myth of ‘Aravim Hetikifu Ottanu’ – ‘the Arabs assaulted us’ narrative, which often described Arabs as provocateurs, barbarians or assailers.
Furthermore, the conflict was not a matter of antisemitism or prejudice against the Jewish people in general, but rather, tension grew between the Jewish and Arab community as a result of Zionist colonizers purchasing land (with the help of the British), replacing Arab labour with Jewish ones (often Yemenite Jews) and expelling them from their villages. The Sursuq purchase was done for that specific purpose. Given the increase in settlements and eviction of Arabs from their villages, resentment towards the Zionist settlers grew, which would lay the basis of the Arab national resistance movement.
