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As the world looks elsewhere, Israel continues to exterminate Palestinians in Gaza. Days in days out. Shame on complicit western media and all complicit governments.

🇵🇸 Les dockers génois du CALP appellent à la grève générale si Thiago et Saif ne sont pas libérés des prisons israéliennes ! Alors que le reste de la flottille continuent leur trajet pour percer le blocus de Gaza, il faut se mobiliser pour les soutenir et exiger la libération de Thiago, Saif et de tous les prisonniers palestiniens !

Deux enfants — âgés de 4 et 5 ans — enlevés par des soldats israéliens. Le journaliste: pourquoi vous arrêtez des enfants sans présence d’un adulte ? Le soldat : vas t’en, circulez y a rien à voir

It does not matter whether the Freedom Flotilla reaches our shores or not. What matters is that you tried, and that means a lot to me and to all of us. In my imagination, I embrace each and every one of you. No matter how much they try to stop us, I will keep waiting for you here — you will always find me on the shore. I wish freedom for all of you. You know, you are already the truly free ones. Those who imprison you are the real prisoners, because they are barbaric and unjust, and their brutality has now been exposed to the whole world.

Despite losing my child, Rakan, my home, and all my equipment during this war… I am still trying to stand again, only to continue telling the truth from the heart of Gaza. Since the beginning of the war, I have been working voluntarily among the tents and rubble, while my family and I live through the very tragedy we document every single day. No salary, no source of income only your support and donations have helped us survive and continue. Today, as donations become scarce, everything has become even harder… The tent no longer protects us, food has become rare, and water, medicine, and electricity have turned into distant dreams. We live between fear, hunger, and displacement, yet I still try to bring Gaza’s voice to the world, because our silence would mean the truth disappears as if we were never here at all. Sometimes I feel that the world no longer hears us, but I will not stop… Because behind every photo is a lost child, behind every tent is a family struggling to survive, and behind every silence is a story of pain that no one sees. We are not asking for the impossible only that you do not forget us here. Sharing our words, supporting us, and standing with us could be the reason another family survives one more day.👇 chuffed.org/project/158698…

These are the Israeli soldiers who allowed the settler Siege of Taybeh Junction Remember their faces

There is lot seriously wrong with the Australian government - 4 women & 9 children arrive back in Australia from camp in Syria - 3 arrested on arrival, meanwhile over 1000 IDF soldiers linked to war crimes in Palestinian are back here all walking around unimpeded, uninvestigated

Colombian President Gustavo Petro: 'As Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces, I have ordered this: Not a single ton of coal will be sent to Israel, and I assume full responsibility. Colombia will not be complicit in genocide.'"

"We have interviewed over 75 women who were detained.. all the women say the thing about sexual violence, including rape, sexual torture, sexual humiliation & degradation.. its systematic.." Kifaya Khraim from @WclacPalestine on women being raped & tortured in Israeli jails

Pulitzer Prize winner gets no media coverage. Total coincidence he is a Palestinian? #whatsthescam @kwingerei #gaza michaelwest.com.au/palestininan-j…

Imagine seeing this op ed in any Western newspaper.

IN PRAISE OF FRANCESCA ALBANESE There is a question that visits me in the small hours, when sleep will not come and the mind turns over old stones. The question is this: “What would I have done in the 1930s, on the morning after Kristallnacht?" Not what I say I would have done. Not what I hope I would have done. But what would I actually have done—when the trains began to run, when the neighbours grew quiet, when the cost of decency became the loss of everything? Most of us, I think, would have done little. Not from malice. From fear. From the soft, creeping conviction that someone else will speak, that the situation is complex, that we must be 'reasonable'. Lest we forget, the ordinary is the extraordinary's alibi. And how we have clung to that alibi! How we still cling to it! And then, every once in a terrible while, someone appears who does not cling. Someone who steps forward when others step back. Someone who speaks the name of the thing when everyone else is busy naming something else. Francesca Albanese is that someone. She stands before the world—alone, unarmed, armed only with law and language and a rare courage—and she says what the centrists will not say, what the foreign ministries will not say, what the editorial boards will not say. She says: "This is a genocide. And we are watching it happen." Do not tell me that is hyperbole. Do not tell me the term is contested. She has not used it lightly. She has used it as a physician arrives scientifically at a diagnosis—not to wound, but to warn. Not to inflame, but to name. And for that, they have come for her. Oh, how they have come for her. Smears. Investigations. Vicious editorials. Frozen bank accounts. Dispossession of the only apartment she had ever owned. The machinery of the respectable turned to crush her. Because the respectable cannot abide what she represents: a mirror held up to their complicity. Let us, once again, travel back to the 1930s. Back to the few who stood up when the trains began to run laden with Jewish people. There was Aristides de Sousa Mendes, a Portuguese consul in Bordeaux. He defied his own government. He signed thousands of visas, by hand, for hours, until his fingers bled. He saved more lives than Schindler. And he died penniless, disgraced, erased. There was a German officer in Warsaw named Wilm Hosenfeld. He hid a Jewish pianist in the rubble. He did not save thousands. He saved one. But that one—Władysław Szpilman—carried the memory. And memory is "the only haven from which we cannot be expelled." There was Raoul Wallenberg. There were the villagers of Le Chambon. There were the anonymous, the quiet, the furious few who said: “Not on my watch.” Francesca Albanese is their heir. Not because she carries a gun. Not because she hides refugees in her basement. But because she does something equally dangerous in a world that has perfected the art of not seeing. She sees. And she speaks. She does not speak as a diplomat. Thank Goodness she doesn't! Diplomats have given us the language of "there are arguments on both sides" and "restraint" and "proportionality." Diplomatic language is the perfumed grave of moral clarity. No, she speaks as a jurist. As a human being. As a woman who has looked into the abyss and refused to call it a "complex geopolitical landscape". Edna O'Brien once described a character who "had the recklessness of those who have already lost everything worth losing." Francesca Albanese has not lost everything. She has her dignity, her office, her voice, her family. But she has calculated the cost of speaking truth to power. And she has decided that that cost is infinitely less than the cost of silence. What is that cost? Let us name it. She has been called antisemitic—she, who stands on the ground of international law forged in the ashes of Auschwitz and the fires of Nuremberg. She has been called a conspiracy theorist—she, who cites every source, every footnote, every UN resolution. She has been called naive—she, who understands better than most the machinery of realpolitik. These accusations are not arguments. They are the spittle of the threatened. Because Francesca Albanese threatens something very precious to the powerful: the right to commit atrocity without being named. Friends, the 1930s did not arrive with jackboots and pogroms on day one. They arrived in small increments. With "reasonable" restrictions. With "proportional" measures. With the silence of the respectable. We tell ourselves that we would have been different. That we would have been Sousa Mendes. That we would have been Wallenberg. But most of us, I fear, would have been the neighbours who later said, "I didn't know." Francesca Albanese knows. And she refuses to pretend otherwise. So let us praise her. Not with statues or awards she does not seek. But with something harder: with our own refusal to look away. With our own voices, raised in places that are safe for us but dangerous for her. With our own bodies, if it comes to that. A brave woman, who was injured while demonstrating outside a US nuclear military base in 1982, the infamous Greenham Common, had told me that "the heart is a hunter for what it cannot have." But I say the heart is a hunter for what it will not lose. And what we will not lose is the memory of those who stood up when standing up cost everything. Francesca Albanese is standing up now. In our time. In our name. Under our indifferent sky. Let us stand with her. Not tomorrow. Not when it is safe. Now. [Extract from a speech in Athens on Sunday 3rd May 2026]

@AlboMP @SenatorWong is there nothing that can be done to stop these monsters & to save @HussamAbuSafiya

‘Killing like we haven’t killed since 1967”: leaked comment from chief of the most genocidal army in the world theguardian.com/world/2026/may…

South Gaza | Israeli soldiers at a firing position on the Yellow Line overlooking southern Khan Younis take a selfie affront of a checkpoint marked with the phrase “Death to Arabs.”

🚨🇬🇷🇮🇱🇵🇸Greece has opened a war crimes investigation involving Israel’s Defence Minister after a complaint from the Hind Rajab Foundation. On May 5, lawyers appeared in court presenting evidence of war crimes, torture, crimes against humanity, and genocide connected to Gaza under universal jurisdiction laws. Source: Al Jazeera

Today is Day 3 of the siege of the Palestinian compound at Taybeh Junction by Neriya "Angel of Death" Ben Pazi. Here is all you need to know:

When israelis attack a man like Thiago de Ávila, they’re attacking our humanity; choose life, not genocide @LulaOficial | @PalestineCultu1

The lack of news on Gaza isn’t because the genocide is over. It’s because Israel slaughtered the journalists and Western media pretends there’s a ceasefire.