Did you know that Gaza and Palestine are not interchangeable? Gaza is a district in Palestine, a community, a sanctuary…or it was. As was Raffa, both are now completely destroyed, or near destroyed, by the powers that be known as Israel.

But Palestine – the state of Palestine – still exists with many more neighbourhoods, communities, and cities at deep risk of annihilation.

When I was growing up, we heard about the importance of a Jewish state all the time, but as a child it didn’t really occur to me that what people meant was “And to establish this, we’re going to destroy the towns, homes, livelihoods, and lives of innocent people living in a place a book written 2000 years ago, says belongs to us.”

Ahem. Excuse me? I’m so sorry, I must have misheard you. Are you telling me that Israel is a story, a fairytale written about in a book, whose sole purpose is to excuse the murder and martyrdom of Jesus Alphonso Christ?

Yeah, I said that shit, because I was raised on the Bible too and what I learned is that there is one rule for “God,” and another rule for every body fucking else. I ain’t vibin with that, .

MY Gods, believe that every life has a purpose in this universe. MY Gods believe that if it can exist, it probably does exist, and even the Gods are smart enough, I believe, not to question that which they don’t understand, because they know the very fact that they are Gods, means there’s a ton of shit even they don’t understand yet.

How do I know this? I died. I died and I spoke with Hecate the night I was murdered, she said I wasn’t done yet, and told me to cause as much chaotic good trouble as I could, and so I came back, and I told my abusers, and my would be murderers, that I was psychic, could tell them the future, and rattled off a bunch of numbers, I SWORE would be winning lottery numbers. One day.

I don’t know if that part came true or not, but I know that I did what I had to do to survive. Much like the people of Palestine. I remember October 7th, and I remember seeing hibachi helicopter shooting at people who were allegedly “Just at a music festival.”

I can understand the outrage, and the fear, the misery, sadness, but what I don’t understand is the lack of guilt.

The people who died, who were murdered by Israel’s own helicopters, and armed planes, were literally ten feet away from a fucking concentration camp, having the time of their lives, while their victims suffered and cried and begged for the smallest amount of food.

Israeli’s could be seen pointing and laughing, shaking their asses, and stuffing their faces in the eyes of children who begged for the tiniest morsal, and I as a breathing, seeing, hearing, invisably disabled, Black femme presenting person, am supposed to feel sorry for Israel, while simultaniously believing in Israel’s right to defend itself against…*Checks notes* starving children.

I think THEE Unholy fuck not.

My God’s believe whole heartedly in Karma, and in the idea that what you give is what you will receive. It’s no secret that Ben keeps getting sick, that’s not because he’s old and weak, it’s because the Universe is warning him, and if he doesn’t stop, I believe his karma is only going to get worse.

But what good is Karma in a world that demands evidence, and proof over everything else? Proof of what? Starving, burning, begging, children? We have eons worth of documentation.

Proof of Israel’s crimes of Humanity? Terabytes of data to prove that everything he’s been doing over the last two and a half years, and even longer than that, is largely AGAINST the Geneva code.

Key Aspects of the Geneva Conventions:

In essence, the Geneva Conventions aim to limit the brutality of war and protect individuals who are not participating in the conflict or who can no longer fight. They are a crucial part of international humanitarian law and are recognized by nearly every country in the world”

And yet both American and Israeli soldiers have been caught doing heinous evil shit, without so much as an investigation that we can trust.

Al Quds newspaper used to be the only place I could get on the ground, frontline information about what was happening across the diaspora of the Middle East, but now that newspaper is all but shuttered because most of it’s journalists have been killed by Israel.

And yet with the number of Palestinian journalist deaths rising, the world media is mostl silent. I’ve been very vocal on social media; Medium, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tik Tok, for two years now, but I haven’t spoken up here because I didn’t think I needed to put it here too, but fuck it, let’s goooooooooooooooooooooooo.

This website is for Black, Biracial women, who are looking for hope in a world filled with chaos. It’s also for young people looking for mental health direction. I don’t discuss politics here often unless it affects my mental health, because what’s the point, usually.

But this is important; This is an anti-white supremacy, anti-zionist, anti-hate website. It’s open season on Nazi rhetoric as far as I am concerned, if you see it, report it, block it, I will not participate in contributing to allow the social media apps I use to become anti-trans, anti-queer, anti-Black, pits of Hell just because your mommy and daddy told you that your white penis will help you rule the world. News flash, it won’t.

I won’t forget Aya, or Mohammed, Arcan, or another Mo’s cat, I won’t forget MoTaz, or Bisan, or any of the journalists who risked their lives to say to the world, “This is what is happening, please help us.”

All the people of Palestine want, is to go back to their lives, to live freely, and yes it’s super easy to say “October 7th…” but two things;

  1. Israel killed it’s own people that day and it’s been proven time and time again, by numerous outlets around the world that they turned their “outdoor music festival,” into a bloodbath.
  2. Please stop talking about October7th without talking about 1947.

I am not new to the idea of propaganda, what’s new to me is seeing it, knowing I am seeing it, and then refusing to accept it.

I grew up with it, I spent my entire childhood filled with white supremacists telling me rape was good for me, and that it was “God’s will,” and “this will make you stronger,” they would say when it was over. Almost exclusively, I taught myself to scar my body, so I wouldn’t forget. Until six years ago, every scar on my body represented a man, woman, or boy, or girl, who touched me inappropriately, or violently.

Right now Israel is holding thousands of children against their will, in their prisons where these children are absolutely raped, beaten, tortured, and turned into killers every day.

But the world doesn’t want to talk about that because Zionism is so insidious that we’ve become coomfortable living next door to nazis without saying a word about it…in my opinion the very idea of white supremacy should be illegal because of the sheer volume of damage it causes.

I am no longer tired. I don’t even know what the word tired means. When I look at my friends across Gaza, throughout Palestine, what’s left of Raffa, I know that I have never known a tired moment in my life.

I ‘ve had peace, I’ve had sleep, a real bed, real food, my whole life; no matter how bad it got, I always, always, always, had what I need. I have absolutely no concept of suffering and neither do you.

We’ve struggled sure, fallen down maybe, but no, we’re not tired. We’re pissed off, angry, frustrated, and ready to piss off Israeli Zionists everywhere. Let me say this plainly: I do not want you, or your “religion,” to infect my future children.

To combat your hatred, I will absolutely teach my children about light, love, generosity, kindness, friendship, and intersectionality. I will teach the children in my life how to love unconditionally, but also how to set boundaries that protect them and their tender hearts.

I don’t believe the world needs to be as terrifying as we make it, I don’t believe the world needs to be as horrific as it seems.

I know that when you think of “Aid drops,” you probably think safe, gentle drops that provide much-needed aid, but that’s not the reality.

The reality is that as the aid is dropping, the Israeli army is shooting and throwing bombs at the people rushing to get to it. The reality is that those aid bins are falling on people and killing them before they get the chance to get the aid. The reality is that we are treating starving, dying, hungry, marginalized people worse than we treat animals and calling it grace.

It’s not grace, it’s fucking disgusting. I wouldn’t treat my enemy’s dog the way that we treat the people of Palestine, Sudan, Congo, Haiti, the DRC, and Tygere, just to name a few places.

You ask what a better solution would be; A better solution would be the world standing up to Israel the way that we did against the Nazis. A better solution would be the world telling Benjamin Netanyahu that his time is over, that his mass murder of the most marginalized people on the planet is over. The better solution would be for the United Nations to do precisely what they were built to do. But go off about how some is better than nothing.

A better solution would be to eradicate Zionism and make it illegal to celebrate the death of people who don’t deserve to die for existing. But maybe that’s just me.

I don’t believe in half measures. I don’t want the existance of Israel. I don’t anything, or anyone, to exist, if that means their existence means the death of everyone else.

Trust me when I tell you, a Zionist, a white supremacist, and a nazi walk into my bar, they’re all getting kicked out. Three sides of the same fucking coin, and not worth defending, ever.

Sending all my love,

Devon J Hall, The Original Loud Mouth Brown Girl

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