by Allison Pearson, Telegraph
If the blinkered pro-Palestine crowd want to talk about ‘genocide’, they should start with Israel’s murdered mothers and mutilated children
What is wrong with people? Seriously, how grotesquely insensitive is it possible to be and still retain your membership card for the human race? When I heard that students were planning a pro-Palestinian march through London on the third anniversary of the worst massacre of Jews since the Holocaust, I experienced a surge of anger followed by this feeling of immense helplessness. Do those self-righteous, privileged kids, swathed in their recreational keffiyehs and wearing the blinkers of identity politics, have any idea what that date means, not just for now but for all time?
Since the Hamas pogrom, I have been to Israel twice and met survivors, parents who lost their son, a hostage with a thousand-mile stare, an angel in her 60s who tended the bodies of girls exposed to such savagery they could only be identified by their teeth, a ring, a pink manicure; a heartbreaking fragment of femininity amid the gore. “Yes, but,” say the far-Left (and their appeasing Labour Government enablers) and the Islamist-fawning Greens, for whom hating Israel is their great uniting cause. Yes, but… what about the genocide in Gaza?
You want genocide? OK, read the pathologists’ reports. A girl, around five years old, who has been shot through her body from her skull to the soles of her feet. A 12-year-old girl shot in the head and then decapitated. Teenagers who received a video on their phones of their petrified grandmother as she was about to be executed (Hamas got a kick from sharing their work).
Young women at the Nova peace festival, half-naked, strung up from trees the better to defile them. Vaginas rammed with knives and bottles. Twin baby boys, their mother slaughtered in the kitchen fetching milk for them, their father riddled with bullets as he struggled to keep the door of the safe room shut; the orphaned babies used as bait for 14 hours, little Guy and Roi, 10 months old, left to scream so they would lure neighbours to rescue them and those brave souls were then picked off by the terrorists lying in wait. I stood outside that house on Kibbutz Kfar Aza imagining all too well the panic of parents unable to protect their children; the number of bodies recovered was chalked on the wall. Yes, but…