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“Wherever you are, whatever sand you can throw on
the gears of genocide, do it now. If it’s a handful, throw it.
If it’s a fingernail, scrape it out and throw.
Get in the way however you can.”
— Palestinian poet Rasha Abdulhadi
The gears will grind to a halt one day, and the silence that waits then, for those who commended this killing and for those who said nothing, will be of a far more burrowing kind. It will take the form of grandchildren who, when the subject comes up, will pretend not to know how their grandparents behaved, will awkwardly try to talk about anything else. It will take the form of previous statements quietly deleted, previous opinions abandoned and replaced with shiny new ones about how, yes, it was such a terrible thing that happened. And finally, it will take the form of a quiet unheard reckoning in the winter of life between the one who said nothing, did nothing, and their own soul. And there will be no words exchanged then, only a knowing.
— Omar El Akkad
Excerpted from One Day, Everyone Will
Have Always Been Against This
(Highly recommended!)
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