October 8th, 2023. This is the first image I uploaded to my uncensored Telegram channel, in which I documented October 7th atrocities.
Back then, Shiri, Ariel and Kfir didn’t have a name. They were just “A kidnapped mother with her two children”.
Look at the finger. The filthy finger, thrusted into Ariel’s shoulder. The finger, which belongs to the man wearing white shirt soaked with red Jewish blood.
On the left – a man in black uniform, holding a rusted AK-47. On the right – the man with the finger. Like many other kidnappers, which were documented by kidnappers themselves – he is unarmed.
Unarmed. Meaning, uninvolved. Innocent. Fuck the finger. Fuck the shirt with the blood. Right?
When you will encounter a man from Gaza, you will not know if he put his less documented finger on another kidnapped mother, or sister, or child. You will not know if he wore another shirt soaked in Jewish blood, or “just” entered a house with bodies of a family in a Kibbutz, and “just” stole their TV.
You will not know, but it doesn’t matter – because you will always suspect, and you will never want any damn finger of any damn Gazan to be anywhere near your wife, your sons, your daughters.
This problem will be solved. It must be solved. Not managed. Solved. Forever.
No rocket “trickles”.
No kidnapped children.
No people wearing shirts soaked in Jewish blood.
And no filthy fingers.
