On the day the USA opened its embassy in Jerusalem and just before the Nakba anniversary, more than 50 Palestinians killed and thousands injured. Netanyahu and Trump gloat, the latter proclaiming his commitment to peace – the pussy-grabbing hypocritical shitbag.
Jews were settling Palestine years before WWII. They had known pogroms for centuries. Who can doubt that anti-semitism is a cancer in our world body? And then came The Holocaust, an obscenity, a global shame, still the most prominent of C20th genocides.
But what then? In the grace of the Balfour Declaration, the Jewish residents of Palestine established a Zionist state, based on the forcible expulsion of Palestinians.
- To oppose Zionism is not to be anti-semitic.
- To be a jew, or a citizen of Israel, does not convey the right to mirror either South African apartheid or Nazism.
- Israel has lost whatever moral authority it might once have had.
Deir Yassin is one emblem of the Nakba. Karameh is another.
I started this site back in 2013. It was, partly at least, a project to help me keep my head above water following redundancy and de facto retirement. At its peak it had well over 200 pages containing thousands of photos and some text. These covered my travels around Europe, embracing France and Italy, the Czech Republic and Russia, as well as my domestic tourism. They’ve all gone now – deleted, trashed.
It served its purpose. But I found that I had become less enthusiastic about maintaining or expanding it. Photos I’d taken on various jaunts (photos I would once have been keen to add to the site) simply stayed in the camera. So it’s gone.
Instead, I want to take a completely different approach and experiment with a blog. I don’t know how that will pan out and I’m going to have to learn new stuff about how best to use this platform. What I do know is that I have opinions and I like to express them… sometimes. So maybe a narrative, rather than a visual, approach is more suited to where I am now. We’ll see.
BTW. The photo in the header, taken on the roof of the Musée d’Orsay in Paris, is about 10 years old. I don’t look like that anymore.