As of today, I am 43, and I would like to reflect and share on this day. I don’t know what else I can do.
Over the last nine months, I feel so much has crumbled away. Like many, I’ve watched as images from the genocide of the Palestinians come across my social media feeds. I can’t make myself look away. That feels gross. It feels like a denial. The least I can do is witness what others are being forced to endure. To witness it is nowhere close to experiencing it. I know I’ve harmed myself by seeing so much of it. I have seen the human body at all ages broken down in every possible way by other humans who see their victims as animals, as vermin. It is naive to act like these behaviors have been dormant since the Holocaust. There have been genocides across the planet almost constantly before & after. This is the first time I’ve seen it all so crystal clear unfolding before me.
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