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astasolijla · 4 days

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He’s not wrong, and really, what else is there to say? If a country, or countries, or nations said to _my_ people (humans) “Get fvkd,” I don’t know how I could respond differently.

While standing in line trying to get some food in the southern Gaza Strip, he yelled at the journalist Fakri Ibrahim, saying: 'Send this picture to Israel and the world.'

#free palestine #free gaza #fuck israel #palestinian genocide #save silwan #freedom flotilla #tantura #zionistterror #zionistcensorship #zionazis #anti zionisim #anti apartheid #pro palestine

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astasolijla · 3 months

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astasolijla · 3 months

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The sadness and despair in those eyes...

There are no innocent soldiers in iof, including the women. I've seen female soldiers laughing and dancing at the misery of Palestinian people and doing heinous acts just like their male counterparts.

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astasolijla · 3 months

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This made me day lets take this as a victory I'm proud of yall *hugs*

Guys please ignore any zionists in the comments dont interact they are paid for this

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astasolijla · 3 months

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YAYYY

FUCK YEAH FUCK I LOVE LIFE

Although I would like to add KOSA is still a big threat any Pro Palestine content will be wiped out please stop KOSA

@mirkobloom77 @ashlakh

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astasolijla · 3 months

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astasolijla · 5 months

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Aha … pre-colonial Africa. Now we’re getting somewhere. Because, always, when you go back, and underneath, and between – in the spaces they said didn’t exist– you find your “givens” weren’t offered with love; they were forced, with violence, hatred and cruelty, by power. By kings. By brutes. By men. Not to open, share, equalize –but instead to close, exclude and hoard for the most ruthless. So many sexes! There have always been so many! But such a profusion and preponderance of joy and pleasure didn’t lend itself to order and control. Order is key for production, and efficiency increases production over time (production/time) and production yields most when distributed among the least # of people. But once, in the pre-colonial world, in the given world, before it was stolen by brutes — potlatch ruled the day! Who, or what, devalued the spectral, the profusion, the effusion of nature? Who, or what, imposed value on the binary form? Who further imposed morality on joy? Conferred goodness upon high and sin upon the low that we call base? The base of the monumental redwood rests on the earth which supports the granite monuments to kings and emperors; without the base, without its base – the exalted can’t be born(e), the mountains could never have formed, nothing is possible without a base, a foundation, grounding. What is low is necessary for what reaches skyward, and never of less value. The immoral forced, free labor of enslaved peoples built the pyramids. Wretched lives lived in obscurity toiling to build structures which would memorialize the long luxurious lives of the powerful. Forced free labor of enslaved Africans built the physical world of the United States, arguably rising at some point in its arc to be the greatest country, in terms of its ideals and promise, never to exist.

The irony is lapping at the heels of the darkest tragedy, a sorrow too deep for tears, the mass kidnapping of human beings, dragged out of their homes and torn from their families, forced to cross an ocean in the fetid, stuffed belly of a wealthy business or land owner’s ship, being thrust into another world where you are Thing. On your old continent, you were Person; now you are Thing, recipient of every mortal humiliation no animal should ever endure. Blessed are the humiliated, for they will bask in eternal praise and respect, all heads bowed, forever, to their divine dignity.

And for these soulless criminals you were forced to build a new world, on the ashes and soil soaked by the blood of the indigenous who were genocided, and of the indigenous to Africa, who were stolen, ripped from their own native soil to benefit men of such low intellect and diseased character that they placed their petty desires above your right to live and exist in your own lands with your families and your own ways.