Lauren Pyott

We are on the verge of completing the preparation of the first library after the genocide. Three weeks of exhaustion, effort, organization, and hard work, my friend @IamIbrahim21 and I, to bring this project to life in the best possible way. Thank you to everyone who contributed to the success of this project, and thank you to all who stood with us and believed in our dreams of rebuilding the idea of education in Gaza. Join us and be part of the library’s success.

This is Caracas today. Huge crowds in support of President Maduro. You won't see this in mainstream media.

In the coming hours and days there will be a lot of disinformation and misinformation regarding Venezuela. We recommend the following for accurate news and analysis: @venanalysis @OrinocoTribune @KawsachunNews @sov_media

@ewangibbs So am I!

Submitted the last major edit of my book, An Injury To All: The Unmaking of the British Working Class. I'm looking forward to An Injury To All being published in October 2026!

I came back today. I thought I had known despair before, but what I saw today is beyond despair. It is not grief, nor horror, nor pain. It is something colder, a stillness where even God seems to have withdrawn His hand. The sky was impossibly blue. The kind of blue that mocks you, that makes you wonder whether beauty itself is a crime. I walked through streets that no longer exist, streets that were my childhood. They are now a wilderness of stone, wire, and dust. A man stood on a heap, a neighbor, I think. He pointed and said, “It’s here.” I asked him how far. He looked down. And I understood: my house was beneath his feet. I lifted my phone, as if the machine could recognize what I could not. The screen glowed; there was nothing to see. The earth had swallowed the distances. Even the smell of home was gone. It was as if the thread connecting me to life itself had been cut. I dug with my hands. The dust burned. My palms bled. My mother had told me: “Search for anything we can save.” And so I obeyed her like a son obeys the last voice that still believes there is meaning in obedience. From a house that once cost my father one hundred and twenty thousand dollars, a lifetime of labor, of hope, of decency, I found two things: a knife, and a pillow. Two relics of civilization. One for necessity, one for illusion. That is what remains of man. I sat in the ruins, the blue of my shirt turned gray with ash, and I thought: this is the end not of a city, but of meaning itself. I thought of my parents, their hands, their faith in honest work. How will they bear this? How will any man bear seeing his father’s roof turned into dust by a stranger’s hands, hands that will never know the names of those they destroyed? But what tears me apart more than ruin is silence. No one speaks to us. No one tells us where to go, who will rebuild, or who is responsible. The politicians talk of victories, the generals of strategy, the world of peace and progress. But none of them live here among the ashes. None of them stand where I stand, sifting through their own dead. And those who claim to represent us, where are they? Where is the money they collected in our name, the promises they made before the cameras, the slogans they wrote while we buried our children? Who among them will come to this ruin and say: Forgive us, we failed you? Not one. They sit in offices with clean shirts, counting our corpses as figures on paper. They say “reconstruction,” “aid,” “negotiations,” as though the vocabulary of power could fill the emptiness of a mother’s bed. I tell you the truth: there is no crime greater than indifference. The murderer at least acknowledges the victim. But those who look away, they kill the soul itself. I brushed the dust from my shirt, though I knew it was useless. I wanted to see if there was still color left in the world. There wasn’t. The blue had become the color of mourning. I looked at my hands. They were shaking, not from fear, but from the unbearable realization that we have become expendable to the world. Our suffering is entertainment, our death a policy, our endurance a statistic. I wept then, openly, shamelessly. I, who once believed in the dignity of suffering, now see that dignity itself has been annihilated. There is nothing noble in being forgotten. If you are reading this, do not admire the style or the language. Lower your head, and weep. Because this dust, this silence, this cry, is what remains of us.

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@sana2 ألف ألف مبروك!!!!

@hmd_mhmd9832 Free Palestine

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@roversnewss أكيد!

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I don’t know what has made some people think otherwise, but the IDF is not a protected characteristic

@Kawaakibi We do not forget We do not forgive We do not stop fighting We fight for everyone Nobody gets left behind We're not free until we're all free We're not safe until we're all safe

@ahmedshameya995 الله يرحمه 🙏

My father, Allah give him paradise.

Shameless addict of the @WhatTheFalkPod podcast! We live in the Scottish Highlands and it’s our sun’lun lifeline. Best #safc pod and genuinely the biggest highlight of our week. Please don’t stop, we’d honestly be at a loss without it!

🧵 14 slide thread by brilliant Syrian activist Tareq Tamr.

Many things can be true at the same time. We can be happy that the Baathist regime in Syria has fallen while also holding space for concerns about the future of Syria’s sovereignty and diversity under HTS. We can recognize the greed and gruesome brutality of the Assad family while also being honest about the murderous sectarian record of Mohammad Al Jolani/Ahmad al Sharaa in Iraq, Syria, and Lebanon. We can condemn the way the Syrian regime under Baath rule hollowed out the country, turned it into a narco state and refused to lessen the brutality while also being honest about the 14 year multi billion dollar US-led regime change war that helped destroy Syria. We can celebrate the end of the Syrian torture and death dungeons while also condemning the Israeli destruction of Syria’s military and the expansionist “greater Israel” land grab in the Golan. And we can absolutely call out HTS for signaling potential normalization with Israel and what it means for regional resistance, while also understanding Syria’s new government is new and we have no choice but to wait and see. There’s room for nuance, there always has been.

Here's a personal thread about the very strong, complex emotions that I struggled with all of last week, since we watched Assad fall and Syria rise:

Incredibly important thread with insight and advice from @4Bassam for anyone writing about Syria now and thinking about its future. Don’t oversimplify and don’t let geopolitical analysis overshadow views of Syrians themselves.

The problem with liberalism is that it rests on a fundamental contradiction that cannot be resolved. It will always fail, it will always collapse, and this explains everything about our current moment. Liberals try to hold two commitments at once: on the one hand, they are firmly committed to capitalism; on the other, they express support for principles like human rights, democracy, equality, freedom of speech, environment and the rule of law.  This duality is the core of liberalism. But there's a problem. Capital accumulation requires cheapening labour and nature. This eventually comes into direct conflict with principles like rights and equality. And whenever this conflict appears, the liberal ruling class sides with capital, abandons their lofty principles, and throws workers and nature under the bus.  Every. Single. Time. This results in flagrant displays of hypocrisy. They run on nice-sounding platforms but end up either betraying their promises or actively working against their stated values. They'll slash public services, bail out banks, imprison journalists, beat up students, expand fracking, coup democratically elected leaders in the global South, bomb liberation movements, fund a genocide - they'll even trash international law itself - anything that's needed to maintain the conditions for capital accumulation. At most, they may try to negotiate mediocre compromises, a few social policies here and there - some abortion rights, a tiny increase in the minimum wage - but nothing that might pose any serious threat to capital accumulation. Thus the soul-crushing slowness of liberal incrementalism.  Ultimately they are unwilling to take any of the obvious steps that would actually resolve our urgent social and ecological crises. This is why nobody trusts liberal politicians.  This is why they come across as so fantastically insincere, and even sneering.  This is why they feel so spineless and *empty*. The center cannot hold.  Liberalism will always collapse, inevitably handing power to fascists, and this is not acceptable.  There is only one way to overcome this deadly impasse, and that is to mobilize a socialist alternative. A political movement that can unite the working-classes, overcome capitalism, deliver real economic democracy, and enable us to achieve rapid progress toward social and ecological goals.