Pomp, horror and the world's blank eyes. Days pass, weeks, months, and nothing changes. The Israelis go on killing Palestinians. They do it brazenly, before the eyes of the world, and in the most ruthless, most horrifying ways imaginable. And, as in the genocide of the Jews, there is a logic to it — a merciless, terrifying system. They have reduced houses, roads, hospitals, schools, every place of worship, every commercial space, every agricultural field, trees, vegetable gardens, parks — all of Gaza — to rubble. They have killed journalists, photographers, doctors, nurses, humanitarian workers. They have destroyed hospitals and ambulances. Under the pretext, at first, of flushing out Hamas terrorists, they have murdered anyone at all: entire families, women and children by the thousands, calmly declaring that Palestinian children must all die because they are the enemy. Now that they've forced the population to flee back and forth across the Strip — now that these Palestinians are a mass of sick, desperate, starving, thirsty ragpickers with no home and nothing at all — in order to complete the extermination, they've made available a few cartons of American food, possibly laced with something, so that these people, as desperate and starving as they are, will fling themselves at the trucks. Like that — huddled and blinded by hunger — the Israelis can finish them off more conveniently, under the pretext of disorder. In the last few days, roughly 870 people who were trying not to die of hunger were killed. In the end — final solution — the genocide will be complete because the Palestinians will all die of hunger and disease in this concentration and extermination camp that Gaza has become. For the children, the mothers, the grandparents who can't manage to crowd in front of the "humanitarian aid" trucks — there are snipers to put a neat hole through their foreheads. And that's before we even mention the Zionist settlers who continue to expropriate and destroy Palestinian homes at gunpoint to park their stinking backsides there instead. A great spectacle which, in Israel, you can watch live through binoculars — for a fee.
And we? Faced with the horror of evil, what do we do? Some of us — more and more of us — genuinely mobilize: organizing marches, protests, gathering as many people as possible to contest and resist this immense tragedy. And the others? They think about the Bezos wedding. The spectacle, the glamour of wealth, the other face of evil. The front pages of the newspapers — when they're not covering Sinner's net worth or the latest crime story — are today devoting ample space to the bride's dress, the cost of this thirty-million-dollar farce, all the private jets bringing in the VIPs, with DiCaprio pulling his little black cap down over his eyes so nobody recognizes him — at which point everybody recognizes him. The rest of us — those of us who are the common people — do what they did in centuries past: we crowd outside the castle gates, line the streets, watch the royal carriages file past with eyes wide and shout "long live the king! Long live the king!" Palestinians are dying of hunger and this Amazon gentleman celebrates with his young lady, who confesses to feeling intimidated by all the splendour. Can you conceive of this chasm that separates us from these moneyed gentlemen who govern eight billion people? Can you grasp that our lives depend on that orange bully Trump, on the ferocious Zionists scattered across the globe, and that in Italy we are in the hands of people who have betrayed, without a trace of shame, every single electoral promise they made?
In this blog I wanted to tell stories — anecdotes, things from my life or from my imagination. But I cannot, forgive me, I cannot stop myself from rearing up, from shouting that all of this must end. The world cannot be in the hands of these killers. Let's not start applauding the royal carriages as they pass, accepting our marginalization and our poverty. This West of ours — so small, so brazen, so hypocritical, so criminal — has plundered and continues to plunder the entire world, enriching itself not only with the complicity of various dictators but above all with people's ignorance. So let's stop reading the newspapers owned by the masters, let's stop watching a state television that has never once shown us images that reflect the reality of the genocide in Gaza. Let's inform ourselves: knowledge, information, culture — these are our weapons. Let's not accept that our future, the future of generations to come, is in the hands of these bastards. But if we're still interested in the little bride's wedding dress, there is no hope for us.
Alessandro Ippolito