Don’t judge the Palestinians unless YOU have had a Nakba and been forced out in the middle of dinner or off the toilet bowl on the end of an Israeli gun and rendered homeless for generations and YOUR children were born in a tent then lived behind a rock and YOU’VE been forced to trek for miles to drink water from the gutter then stand for hours at checkpoints in the pitiless sun under the cruel mocking gaze of the occupier racist settler coloniser who has learned from what was done to the Incas, the Aztecs, the Cherokee, Choctaw, Yoruba, Igbo and the Aborigines in the Australias. And wants to go one better.
Do not judge the Palestinians unless YOU have walked with their empty stomachs, watched Israeli bombs blow YOUR kids up, whilst fresh faced Israelis gloat from YOUR dad’s former balcony.
Do not judge the Palestinians unless YOUR grandchildren perished before YOUR eyes and as they gasped their last breaths sighed that they do not want to go and fetch water anymore because this is what happens. And do not judge the Palestinians unless YOU have seen YOUR patients blown up before YOU. And YOUR colleagues dragged from the hospital and put in camps to be humiliated and tortured and sodomised and have their teeth knocked out with a toilet brush.
Do not judge the Palestinians unless YOU have had food dangled in front of YOUR starving kids then watched them die in YOUR arms when they reached out for the tantalising morsel, shot by cachinnating Israelis. Unless YOUR aid worker neighbours were killed in cold blood and hospitals and mosques and villages and the dead were not buried but sucked out or bulldozed or interned without the last rites, do not judge the Palestinians. Unless YOU had YOUR kids blown to pieces by nominees for the Nobel Peace Prize, unless YOUR mum’s cancer spread because her hospital was bombed to death by Israel, unless YOU found your missing kid riddled with Israeli bullets in a mass grave, unless YOU had news organisations tell their people that YOU simply got hit by a bullet stumbled and died, but not tell them that it was Israelis who fired the bullets, do not judge the Palestinians. Do not condemn the Palestinians unless YOU can foresee Israeli doctors whole body scanning YOUR grandchildren and announcing, for Nobel Prizes in epigenetics, without admitting that it was because you were subjected to apartheid and starvation then famine from the day you were born, that “these people” are shorter, much more prone to diabetes and die younger and are much more likely to suffer from certain forms of mental illness, poor memory and impulsiveness than Israelis. A different species therefore. Therefore not deserving to survive.
Do not condemn the Palestinians unless the Israelis have tested on YOUR family and people the surveillance and killing equipment they tout around the world. Nor, should you unless some White man who weeps if his kid had his hair parted left instead of right, claims that Israel bombing YOUR kid in a nursery or camp or in a clinic is not worth his time; and anyone who disagrees should do time.
Do not judge the Palestinians unless YOU have had your family wiped out and are told that it was YOUR fault, if only stupid YOU had carried them out of the way in the five or ten seconds of warning your eyes and ears gave you that kilotonne bombs were falling.
Unless YOU were asked to wipe YOUR grief dry and told you cannot talk about the 70-100000 tons of explosives equivalent to six Hiroshimas dropped on your people, unless YOUR life is by implication worth less than that of a pet dog in Kiev, don’t condemn the Palestinians. Nor should you unless YOUR mind is dismantling from the fantastical mythstory of plucky victim Israel they want to force you to believe.
Don’t you dare condemn unless you had the headquarters of your favourite TV station bombed and everyone in it incinerated because an editor once played tiddlywinks with a drug baron’s kid at a birthday party under the watch of a drone.
Unless those who spend billions on skin tanning and “you’re worth it” creams and lotions cannot get a shipment of grain past the grotesquely named Gaza Humanitarian Foundation (genocide humiliation foundation) to YOUR starving kids, don’t dare open your fullish mouth to the Palestinians.
And unless you have been told that because you do not recognise the legitimacy of those who stole your land that you are a terrorist and antisemite, don’t turn your piety on Palestinians.
Unless YOU have been asked to praise the oppressor for not killing YOU with nuclear bombs – so as to preserve the landscape for oil exploration and dredging and the creation of free trade between like minded thieves – don’t project to the Palestinians.
Do not judge the Palestinians UNTIL they have their land back. Do not judge them UNTIL those who have Palestinian blood on their hands are brought before their victims to pay the debt.
UNTIL the sclerotic lot grovelling about in the sand with the genocidists, giving diplomatic and military defence and offense, in return for a bit more fuel in winter, borrow to pay, not the slave owners this time, but the Palestinian people, don’t blame the victim.
UNTIL the rules of international law apply regardless of skin colour or religion or mythstory. Until the shares of the companies that facilitated the genocide are financially and reputationally toxic. Until the names of Trump and Starmer and the long list of leaders behind them are mud and when they stand up to speak the rest of the world pukes. UNTIL those who urged the killing of thousands of children, women and men, doctors, paramedics and journalists, innocent civilians, pay reparations for the immediate, direct and epigenetic cost of this genocide, do not judge the Palestinians. For they have suffered a crime of all the centuries.
