Today I participated in a pro-Palestine rally outside of the Union. The crowd was tiny, probably due to the short notice and the bone-chilling weather. By time I left, I couldn't feel my toes. But it felt good being there.
"One two three four, when are we going to end this war? What do we want? Freedom! When do we want it? Now!"
A few teenaged girls lined the road with signs that read, "Honk for peace!" Next to them stood a young girl, maybe nine or so, with a sign that read, "How many more children must die?"
It reminded me of what someone said in response to the hostile and aggressive actions taken by Israel. "If Palestinians loved their children more than they hated Israel, this would not happen." At the time, I was far too disgusted to formulate a coherent response.
It seems to me, that Palestine does love its children. It loves its children enough to fight endlessly for their freedom, for their security, for their right to liberty, peace and ownership. To not love them would be to allow them to live under the cruel oppression of Israel without putting up any fight.
Something in me dies when people can blame the plight of the murdered on the murdered, and not the murderer.
Five six seven eight, Israel is a terrorist state.
"One two three four, when are we going to end this war? What do we want? Freedom! When do we want it? Now!"
A few teenaged girls lined the road with signs that read, "Honk for peace!" Next to them stood a young girl, maybe nine or so, with a sign that read, "How many more children must die?"
It reminded me of what someone said in response to the hostile and aggressive actions taken by Israel. "If Palestinians loved their children more than they hated Israel, this would not happen." At the time, I was far too disgusted to formulate a coherent response.
It seems to me, that Palestine does love its children. It loves its children enough to fight endlessly for their freedom, for their security, for their right to liberty, peace and ownership. To not love them would be to allow them to live under the cruel oppression of Israel without putting up any fight.
Something in me dies when people can blame the plight of the murdered on the murdered, and not the murderer.
Five six seven eight, Israel is a terrorist state.
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