#stopgenocide

[jojou2]

This stunning collection of attires is a heartfelt celebration of the timeless elegance and cultural richness of Palestinian and Jordanian fashion 🖤🤍💚♥️🇵🇸🇯🇴

هذه المجموعة المذهلة من الملابس هي احتفال صادق بالأناقة الخالدة والثراء الثقافي للأزياء الفلسطينية والأردنية

🖤🤍💚♥️🇵🇸🇯🇴

[ibr860]

Do not be silent about the truth!

[shamanicnoise]

Greta Thunberg joins rally in Bonn against Russian ecocide in Ukraine

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[nando161mando]

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🪧 L'Écho des Barricades

#FreePalestine #StopGenocide #CeaseFire

En Angleterre, des militants ont escaladé le toit de l'usine Teledyne, qui fabrique des composants pour les F-35, et ont déversé de la peinture rouge à l'intérieur. Cela pourrait, selon Teledyne, paralyser la production pendant près de 12 mois

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🪧 The Echo of the Barricades

#FreePalestine #StopGenocide #CeaseFire

In England, activists climbed onto the roof of the Teledyne plant, which makes components for the F-35, and poured red paint inside, a move that Teledyne said could cripple production for up to 12 months.

👉 https://t.me/leperepeinard

[freepalestinesposts]

[sirendusk]

“Not all men” hai ragione, ghali non potrebbe mai

[aqualesha]

Hello, my name is Ahlam, I am 21 years old. Please read my words with your hearts. Imagine that your entire life is limited to one thought: How can I stay alive? 🤯. You no longer think about the future, because the present has become a battlefield 🔥. Every day you wake up to the sound of an explosion 💥, or you see fear in people's eyes greater than words 🥺. War doesn't just take your home 🏡, it takes away from your heart every sense of security. Even the places that used to be full of children's laughter , are now empty except for destruction and ashes. Food? It has become a dream 🍞. Water? Every drop of it is a treasure 💧. And sleep? It has become a luxury that only those who have completely lost their sense of fear can afford. Do you remember when you used to plan for your future? Now, the future is just an empty word. Every day that passes is a small victory, but the price? Your soul that is eroded with every moment. And amidst all of this, there is something that still clings to hope inside of me, even if it is lost. I search the faces for remnants of humanity, for any hand that reaches out to tell me "there is still life after the war" 🤝. I created a link to collect donations for me so that I can leave the war zone and start over in a safe place and live in peace away from fear, anxiety and destruction. I hope you will help me and donate to me 👇👇

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-ahlam-rebuild-her-life-and-dreams?attribution_id=sl:01cd653f-ba1f-4790-95b2-c15722d812f1&lang=en_US&utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=messenger

Imagine having your dreams and the peace in your homeland destroyed in the blink of an eye. They need our support and help. We need to unite and keep sharing and posting so that more people are aware of the situation. This is no mere mass murder. It is a genocide that's happening there. It is an ethnic cleansing that's currently happening. And Israel had crossed the line by invading and bombing Lubnan which shouldn't be affected at all.

They are destroying homes, schools, people's dreams and hopes all at once until there is nothing left. But we can still help them. They are still reaching out to the world. Their voices matter. Their hopes matter. It's all up to us.

Sending prayers and best wishes to the victims. Free Palestine, and we are demanding for a ceasefire now.

[dedi-ashour]

We will Never forget .💔

We will NEVER stop sharing

ᖴᖇᗴᗴ ᑭᗩᒪᗴSTIᑎᗴ !!🇵🇸

They aren't just numbers, they were real people with hopes, dreams, future ambitions... 💔

[llewelynpritch]

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/we-nature-defending-itself-llewelyn-pritchard-ma-8fnee/ https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vQ0c5_hVyPStAXyQdKYBLajK7vMGnKyjakj4nl5qhOx-XoVODc88PEwh_TKSAKU1GMGicHruKfd6c6N/pub 'WE ARE NATURE DEFENDING ITSELF' please donate to XRUK - help make change happen Extinction Rebellion UK @XRebellionUK 28 April 2024

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[jojou2]

"سَيُهْزَمُ الْجَمْعُ وَيُوَلُّونَ الدُّبُرَ * بَلِ السَّاعَةُ مَوْعِدُهُمْ وَالسَّاعَةُ أَدْهَىٰ وَأَمَرُّ"

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[sossupummit]

Help Nimer Abu Deeb and his family escape the Gaza genocide

[trascapades]

🎨✊🏿#ArtIsAWeapon

Shout out to these and all artists who use their art practices and platforms to fight against oppression and injustice around the world! 

And fuck @instagram for preventing me from reposting this information from @ajplusenglish-blog . The platform logged me out of my own account and "warned" me that it could be permanently removed.

#ArtistActivists #CeasefireNow #Gaza #Sudan 

Reposted @ajplus A group of anonymous artists hacked advertisements on dozens of New York City subway trains to bring attention to U.S. tax dollars being used to fund Israel’s attacks in Gaza. ⁣

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The guerrilla artists visually mimicked ads typically seen on the subway and replaced them with commentary on Israel’s attacks or quotes from Palestinians. One poster looks like a hospital ad, but features images of U.S. Secretary of State Antony Blinken, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, U.S. President Joe Biden, and New York Rep. Ritchie Torres, with text reading, “Looking to kill healthcare workers? Look no further.” ⁣

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The act of public disruption came the night before New York Gov. Kathy Hochul announced she’d be sending members of the National Guard to the busiest MTA locations in response to a handful of recent violent incidents at stations. ⁣

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“The subway is a space for, and occupied by, normal working New Yorkers. In this time where public services are being cut and money is being sent overseas to fund war in our names, we want to take back that public space,” one of the hackers said in a press release. ⁣

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“Our daily lives and commutes should not — in fact cannot — continue as usual.” ⁣

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Writers Against the War on Gaza, Art Against Displacement and the Palestinian Youth Movement cross-posted a video about the ad hacks on Instagram and asked people who spot the ads to snap photos and share them with hashtags #MTAArts and #FreePalestine. ⁣

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Producer: Emily Barger⁣

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#News #Gaza #Palestinian #Activism #NYC #Subway #Palestine #Israel #Protest #MTAArts #Resist #Disrupt

[honnakagawa]

2月18日（日）open 12-18

今日は体調が万全でなかったのですが、嬉しいご来店が続いて元気出ました。 皆さま今週のご来店ありがとうございました。 明日、明後日は定休日となります。

虐殺を許さないで。 もう誰も殺さないで。 人々の尊厳を守って。　 人々と���に生きる動物たちを殺さないで。 自然を破壊しないで。

みんなが 自分の場所でおだやかに笑ってくらせますように 『パレスチナに生きるふたり ママとマハ』より

[drzigs]

The war on children

When I was a child I was obsessed with ‘the’ war.  The war to end all wars.

My father was Polish.  In the war he had lost everything.  He was 17 when it all started. By the end, 5 long years later, he had been interned and escaped from a camp, he had family sent to the gulag, he had joined the army in exile.  He had seen more horror, experienced more fear, and lost so very very much. His father, his brother, cousins, his friends, his family home, his country, his youth, all gone.  What he had gained was a new fierce, fundamental understanding for peace.  

My dad spoke 8 languages fluently.  Fluently to the point where people thought him a native wherever he went.  He was native Frency, native Italian, native Spanish, native Czech, even like a native Russian, even like a native German. I think this gave him the greatest gift of empathy.  Of wanting good, and teaching me tolerance, forgiveness. During the war he became a special agent, a SOE operative. He was involved in the Polish Resistance, in broadcasting on the BBC World Service, and eventually in liberating some of the concentration camps.  The man I knew spoke little, if ever, about the war.  Yet the war was part of who I was.  The war and the homeland lost, as if inherited trauma, displacement itself my heritage.  

My father was brought up Catholic.  My uncle, a university friend of Pope John Paul II, sat on the Papal Council. Much of my childhood was spent growing up in the church.  A community, a way of life. Growing up around him, I found that my father however had two ‘faiths’, one the church, a professed ‘goodness’, and the other was his firm belief in Europe, an institution, a ‘belonging’ that brought with it peace and collaboration, the antithesis to nationalism and therefore, war.  He believed in peace like a religion. 

As an adult I now question my obsession with the war.  ‘THE’ war, as we called it.  As if there were no other.  However then, as an 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 year old I returned to this again and again.  I became an expert in the field. I read everything I could find.  Stories, novels in particular, the human descriptive of horror and survival.  The horrors of the holocaust.  The Warsaw Ghetto, the uprising, the brave, resourceful, inspiring characters of legend. The mechanics of a machine of evil, of murder.  I was a child.  In some senses this was simple good versus bad.  Yet, I wanted to understand more ; where could this horror come from, what was society's role in this, my fathers role, my uncle's role, the war office, the governments in exile. I asked relentlessly,  how?  How could these events happen. 

How could the world watch as millions were murdered. How?  How was it allowed? How did the ‘grown-ups’ not stop this?  How, when this happened in neighbourhoods, in communities. There were clerics, there were school teachers, there were toy makers.  A ghetto in the middle of a busy city.  How? 

My father would not talk about the war, so I would wait.  Late nights, when, after a few glasses of wine, he would sometimes, rarely, finally talk to me.  And I fed on these tidbits of information.  

And every time I would return to the same question.  How? How could people allow this to happen.  How could such evil exist in the world?  And he would tell me that it was because at the time people didn't really know, that they didn't know the full extent, at the time they didn’t have the news like we did, they didn’t have TV’s, they didn’t see the camps, the ovens.  And I partly believed him.  

The alternative truth, the reality I guess, is what we are living today, is what I have discovered as an adult.   

Then, as now, walls around enclaves, around ghettos, are built by people. Paperwork is signed by people. Ammunition is manufactured by people.  Uniforms are sewn by people. Planes are flown by people.  Armies are fed by people.  The software that guides the missiles that strike the hospital, the school, the refugee camp is made by people.  Bombs are dropped by people. People, the fabric of our communities. People like you and me.  It is us that is doing the killing.

This morning I watch @Wizardbisan, one of the many young journalists in Gaza, who has taken to her phone, and in her candid honesty, her dignity, her fear, her exhaustion as she bears witness yet again to the horrors beyond horrors happening now, this minute in Gaza.  This is not a book, a film.  This is not history.  This is NOW. This moment, as I type. And I feel her fear, her exhaustion.  I watch a video of a child crying, describing how the Israeli army pulled her grandad, her uncle and then her father out of a line as they crossed a checkpoint.  They took her clothes, her food, her support.  Her dad.  I watch a mother cradling her dead baby, limp, lifeless.  I see children, alone, covered in dust and blood and shaking in fear. The last doctor, alone in Al Shifa hospital begging for help as patients die around him. And more. And more.  Horrors upon horrors that defy understanding.  I will fall asleep thinking of these people.  I will wake up wondering if they survived the night. 

There is no saying that we ‘didn’t know’. 

I see that so many of my friends, my ‘internet contacts’ have liked Bisan’s post.  Business colleagues.  Yet - there is silence.  I also follow their feeds.  We are celebrating Christmas, sharing a joke.  And I wonder, are we not seeing this? This horror?  Is it like clickbait? Are we immune? Why, why are we so afraid to speak out?  And whilst we click ‘like’ on the mundane, the banal, children are being massacred.  Now genocide been televised.  It is in our phones.  It is happening in our very hands. 

Today I work in the Toy Industry.  And my professional life, like that of this industry, is built on the smiles, happiness, laughter and education of children.  Each and everyone of us in this industry has crafted a life around these little people, our future.  We educate, we entertain.  We create story lines and fantasies, teddy bears and Barbies, Lego construction sets and super hero action movies.  For children, all children, the world over.  Children of all languages and creeds, this is what we do it for.  Or is it?

If you watch these children of Gaza, the ones that are still alive, you will see that they no longer have their toys, any toys.  Not one child is holding a toy.  Occasional images will show toys crooked, covered in dust, half hidden amongst the rubble, the flashes of brightly coloured remnants of the Disney princess, the Spiderman blanket, the Ty bear, the toy pushchair.  Survival and fear is what the children hold now. 

As the United Nations have said - this war, this horrific, violent, despicable, carpet bombing destruction of Gaza is a war against children. 

So far 7000 children have been killed.  10s of thousands have life-changing injuries.  Hundreds have been operated without anaesthesia. Hundreds are orphans.  More than half a million are homeless. All are traumatised.  The greatest proportion of victims are under the age of 14.   

We cannot, we must not be silent.  

As an industry that champions children we have to stand up and be counted.  We need to call for a permanent ceasefire.  We need to find our voice.  Lest when our children ask us, ‘how could it happen?’ how?, we have to shrug - because we can no longer say that we didn’t know.   So we will have to say we didn’t care.  Or that it was too difficult.  Or, do we say, that we had to kill these children, these babies, you see they were hiding terrorists.  Or maybe we will say that they didn’t matter, they had the wrong colour skin, or worshipped the wrong god.  Is that what you will say?

Today I am my father’s age.  And my child asks me why? How?  How could it be happening?  And I, like my father, do not know what to say.  But I urge him to have a voice.  I want to protect him from the horrors, but I need him, fiercely, to learn to speak up, to speak out.  To believe in peace like it is the new religion.  For it is only by doing this that we can find our humanity.

I would urge you all to read the open letters from Medicins Sans Frontieres: https://www.msf.org/letter-gaza-un-security-council

And if you would be willing, to sign the open letter below: