Not satisfied with shooting innocents at ‘aid’ stations, occupation is trying to addict survivors to opioids
Israel and the US have been caught dosing food, distributed at ‘aid’ stations in Gaza run by Israeli troops and US mercenaries, with oxycodone, a highly-addictive opioid, according to Al Jazeera. Pills of the narcotic were discovered inside flour bags collected from the so-called ‘Gaza Humanitarian Foundation’ – which the US government funds and has asked other western governments to do the same. Only US and Israeli products are distributed by the stations, which have also daily fired on desperate refugees seeking food since they opened a month ago, killing at least six hundred and wounding at least four thousand.
At least four separate witnesses have testified to the poisoning of the flour. Palestinians have been warned to check any food carefully. Israeli newspaper Haaretz reported on Friday testimonies from whistleblowers in the Israeli military confirming that troops at the fake ‘aid’ stations have received direct orders to open fire on unarmed Palestinians despite knowing that the civilians posed no threat.
UN relief agency UNRWA’s commissioner Philippe Lazzarini has condemned Israel’s aid scam as “abhorrent” and a flagrant violation of international law. Israel has murdered around 400,000 Palestinian civilians in its genocide so far and is imposing a starvation blockade on 1.8 million survivors.
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Having reflected on the above is anybody really surprised, it’s just yet another new low for the Israeli state.
Sadly it’s what we’ve come to expect.
Aided and abetted by?
That’s right, the oleaginous paranazi, the best of a bad bunch, who’s only too willing to cast aside the sick and disabled of his own nation, to ensure that foreign nations can afford the means to eradicate their ‘pests’
Go ‘ed. Fuck RIGHT off.
How is
i – grinding a narcotic painkiller into flour intended as ‘aid’ any worse than
ii- shooting said recipients as they come for the flour in the first place, or indeed,
iii- creating the entire calamity (‘nakba’) in the first place by allowing an indigenous people to be denied a state, occupied then intensely oppressed?
Yup, it’s a cumulative thing and the state of Israel is taking things to “a new low’ (as steveh says, above). Just wondering whether the systematic persecution then murder of six million people in the 1930s still stands as the best example of ‘evil’ in C21.
And I’m just wondering whether people might soon conclude that, in the interests of regional & world security, those causing all the trouble down the years with their obnoxious behaviour should never be allowed a state of their own again. Dispersed as far as possible is best.
Just ask the Romans!
This is so obviously criminal it’s probably not, legally, a war crime
https://x.com/ezzingaza/status/1938629658846634483?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email
“I found it yesterday. A piece of shrapnel, cold and brutal, weighing no less than two kilograms, lying beside the bed of a boy no older than nine. He slept, or perhaps only pretended. His breathing was shallow but steady, as though his soul had learned to hide from the world.
This grotesque relic of war had torn through the zinc roof above us, followed by a rain of smaller, sharper pieces. They fell without intention, without malice, like the blind fingers of chaos fumbling across the earth, striking the just and unjust alike.
I held the thing in my hand. It was heavy. Heavier than it should be. Not by mass, but by meaning. It carried the weight of a question I can no longer answer:
Why are we still alive when so many better than us are not?
There is no glory here. No nobility in suffering. I do not heal. How can one heal in hell? I merely bind what bleeds and pray it holds. They call this place a clinic. But what it truly is… is a final whisper before the silence.
I will confess: I am tired. Not just in body, but in soul. I once believed in duty. In the sanctity of the Hippocratic oath. But now I find myself treating children whose bones I cannot mend, whose pain I cannot lessen. And I ask myself, with bitter honesty: Is this mercy, or is it cruelty disguised as care?
Jabalia al-Balad is no longer a city. It is a graveyard that hasn’t finished burying its dead.
In three days, over forty buildings vanished as if some monstrous mouth swallowed them whole. Entire families erased. No names. No graves. No mourning. Only dust and absence.
I considered leaving. God knows I did. There was even a moment, brief but electric, when I believed I had a right to leave. But then I looked into the eyes of a mother cradling her burnt child, her lips cracked from thirst, her hands trembling not from fear, but from the weight of love. And I understood: no one has the right to abandon the wounded when they can still stand.
So I return. Every other day, I walk into this inferno. I buy medicine with what little money strangers still send us. And I pray. Not for survival. But for clarity. For the strength to keep choosing to care in a world that punishes the caring.
Yes, I am afraid. Terribly so. Each morning I ask myself: What right do I have to risk what remains of me? And each morning, a darker voice answers: What right do you have not to?
They say the healthcare system here has collapsed. That doctors are working in ruins. Yes, it is true. But even that fails to capture the madness. We work beneath falling missiles. We stitch flesh with shaking fingers while the sky groans above us. We whisper words of comfort into ears that may not live to hear them.
And still, the world asks us to prove our humanity. As if we are the ones in question. But I tell you: our humanity is not in question. It is crucified.
And I, a doctor in Gaza, am merely one of many still clinging to the faith. Not because I believe it will save me, but because I believe that suffering beside the innocent is the last honest thing a man can do.”
– Doctor Ezziddeen