Raising Yousuf amongst the bombs – a Palestinian women’s story
The Gaza Genocide via La Chola
We celebrated Yousuf’s fourth birthday today. We ate cake. And we counted the bodies. We sang happy birthday. And my mother sobbed. We watched the fighter jets roar voraciously on our television screen, pounding street after street; then heard a train screech outside, and shuddered. Yousuf tore open his presents, and asked my mother to make a paper zanana, a drone, for him with origami; And we were torn open from the inside, engulfed by a feeling of impotence and helplessness; fear and anger and grief; despondence and confusion.
“We are dying like chickens” said Yassine last night as we contemplated the media’s coverage of the events of the past few days.
Even the Guardian, in a wire-based piece, mentioned the Palestinian dead, including the children, in the forth to last paragraph………….
But the real genocide in Gaza cannot or will not be assessed through sheer numbers. It is not a massacre of gas chambers. No.
It is a slow and calculated genocide-a Genocide through more calibrated, long-term means. And if the term is used in any context, it should be this. In many ways, this is a more sinister genocide, because it tends to be overlooked: All is ok in Gaza, the wasteland, the hostile territory that is accustomed to slaughter and survival; Gaza, who’s people are somehow less human; we should not take note; need not take note; unless there is a mass killing; or starvation. ..Continued