The purpose of any writing is to affect a reader’s view of the world as it is. Maybe making a judgement in the cold light of a sober morning, or using the righteous incandescence of powder and spirits at night. In the face of Gaza, Aleppo, Mariupol and any number of other mass graves with their attendant agonies how can writers not be drawn to speak in their only cause? Stop the butchery. Or, shoot anything that moves? Reduce cities to rubble for years? Settler colonialism is not quite right, either, though it has been a big part of the story. “We” are colonised right here at home in the heart of the empire. Genocide? How dare you. But, yes, that is what is happening in Palestine. I recently read a piece comparing the experience of the peoples of Turtle Island with those of the people of the Dreaming and asserting that this too was happening under our noses in Canaan.
How can it not be when we see it in our own home “nation”?
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