The Living years
The Living years
Extract from Independent Catholic news
Israel has been committing a genocide in Gaza for three years - and those with the power to stop it have not done so, rather they have armed and abetted the genocide.
So much we know.
NAZA takes us to the executioners - 24 members of the IDF's elite intelligence corps. From the rooftops of Tel Aviv they impart their engagement in this carnage.
The film's single word title is a euphemistic military acronym ( the Hebrew Nezek Agavi) for collateral damage - a vague, impersonal, casual and lazy way of identifying all those innocent lives cruelly cut short, murdered, in fact.
This inspired title foregrounds the hateful dehumanisation of Palestinians which is at the heart of this tragedy. Like the Man of Sorrows, they are 'a thing thrown away.'
NAZA's co-director Yuval Abraham elicits the facts from his 24 military interviewees - who are speaking under the cloak of anonymity - with forensic aplomb. (And up to 100 sources were used in the corroboration of these.)
Yuval and many other dogged journalists have been reporting as much over the last couple of years but here the perpetrators baldly lay out the destructive details in their own words.
We learn that in the quest to eradicate members of Hamas, the IDF sanctioned the killing of first 15 and then 20 non-combatants, (and, staggeringly, up to 500 in one particular operation).
With a blanket surveillance of Palestinian telecommunications already in place, these intelligence officers deployed an AI-generated system (Code Lavender) in order to crunch the data and find their enemies.
If a Hamas fighter lived on the eighth floor of a block of flats, along with all his family, that block would be razed. Bombardments most frequently took place at night - when the foe was weakest, sleeping in the family home - compounding the destruction.
Unguided 'dumb bombs' would not spare surrounding buildings. In fact, these too were considered fair game, and in due course directives came to flatten entire neighbourhoods.
Some of the interviewees were troubled by their acts - troubled enough to testify in this film - but several displayed pride in their elite status, wriggled to extricate themselves from moral responsibility ('just a small cog' obeying orders) and displayed a sickening detachment from the mass human suffering they were inflicting with a blinkered focus on the job.
One spoke of a general hatred of Palestinians in the Israeli military but said that his cohort were not like that and had a reputation as 'leftists'.
The overwhelming impression was of weak individuals surrendering their consciences and critical judgements in bureaucratic compliance with a governing system. Hannah Arendt's phrase 'the banality of evil' came to mind - for here too was an industrialised slaughter.
One nervy interviewee was a compulsive sketcher of childlike images: the grids of buildings and neighbours identified by the AI system, and then destroyed. In a further image, he sketched 'stick men' (who were indeed starving) and described their implacable gunning down from afar as they ran to food distribution centres - apparently for erring from some arbitrary path.
Murderous drone attacks resembled a 'video game', and when Gazans were forced south, anyone left in the north, the sick and disabled among them, was considered 'fair game.'
At the heart of all the surveillance lay the smart phone. One interviewee confessed to listening in to the intimate daily lives of Gazans and hearing prayers, pillow talk and family moments. There was a clear recognition here of a common humanity - a life of the spirit and a life of love.
In a devastating pay-off, this man recounted how certain phones were meant to lead to Hamas fighters. Only his target had gone out without his, and he was left (to quote from the Massacre of the Innocents) hearing a mother 'weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted because they were no more.'
The high-rise interviews allowed the cameras to film surrounding apartment blocks. In an interesting development of the sinister surveillance theme, we saw individuals - it always seemed to be lone bodies - in their homes, most often in front of very large TV screens, watching the news. We heard nothing, just witnessed Edward Hopper-like scenes of anonymity with shades of film noir alienation and Orwellian dystopia.
Just a few kilometres away from the neon city, other blocks in Gaza, full of human lives, were pulverised to rubble.
The film mentioned the so-called miracle of Tel Aviv rising out of the desert then cut to footage of an earlier destruction of Palestinian buildings almost a century earlier. A lone Palestinian ruin was left standing in the hyper-modern metropolis.
In the final scene, all the previous bland comment and prevarication was confronted by a terrible scene of human agony and pain: bereaved family members confronted by the limbs of their loved ones, crushed under the rubble.
In his first encyclical Magnifica Humanitas, Pope Leo denounced the use of AI in war and urged its 'disarmament'. Insisting on the dignity of every human person, he asserted the right of peoples to exist, saying 'any attempt or plan to eliminate or subjugate a nation is gravely immoral and therefore unacceptable.' The incarceration, humiliation, ecocide and genocide of Gazans has also been identified as a remorseless example of necropolitics where despised Others are condemned as 'less than human' (as 'things despised and rejected' to evoke Isaiah again).
Consider these figures: 21,000 child deaths and 44,000 children maimed; 38,000 women and girls killed; the overall death-toll of known bodies is approaching 75,000. Ten percent of Gaza's population has been killed or injured.
Co-directors Rachel Szor and Yuval Abraham received a 25-minute ovation at the Venice Film Festival and received the special jury prize for this crucial film. Benjamin Netanyahu has demanded that they be stripped of their Israeli citizenship. Their crime? Documenting monstrous crimes against humanity.
Everyone needs to see this film and everyone needs to do everything possible so that, for Palestine, Justice and Peace might come.
Editor's Note: One chilling scene that has stuck with me since I saw this film on Tuesday, was one anonymous member of Israel's Intelligence Corps explicitly describing the intense psychological high and detachment experienced while working within the military machine: "It's like your hormones are going crazy. You aren't sleeping and you're having fun. It's so insanely fun. You complete a mission and you're sharp and there's a sense of meaning. It's really enjoyable. We were fully in it."
Israeli Reserve Major Avdar Shailovski wrote an
article—published on his Facebook page—in which he recounts his flight from the
Israeli military and his emigration from Israel to Poland, the land of his
ancestors.
The article is titled: "I
Can No Longer Remain Silent."
Here is the full text of the article:
I am Avdar Shailovski, a major who deserted the Israeli
military. I declare, while of sound mind, that I left the Israeli military
because I could no longer bear to remain a silent witness—betraying my own
humanity—to all the crimes I witnessed during my five years of service.
The events I witnessed will suffocate me if I do not
share them with you.
I could die at any moment from the sheer weight of my
grief; therefore, I must contribute to revealing the truth—perhaps it will
alleviate my sense of guilt, and perhaps God will lighten the torment that
awaits me for the horrific acts I committed simply by virtue of being a member
of the Israel Defence Forces.
Then, I received a sign: "Leave everything behind
and go your own way."
Thank You, God, for guiding me.
As soon as the El Al flight landed at Warsaw Airport, I
felt safe—far away from the land of Israel, which no longer holds any meaning
for me.
We were taught about the land that God promised us, but
it is the greatest lie ever used to deceive the Jewish people. It is a
persistent, ongoing lie—one that has, for eighty years, displaced the defenceless
Palestinian people from their own land. Moreover, to this very day, these
people continue to endure unimaginable suffering. Who invented this lie? And
what kind of "foolish" people believed it?
What I witnessed during my five-year service in the
Israel Defence Forces (IDF) is difficult to put into words.
What words could possibly describe the cruelty, the
heinousness, and the atrocity that the IDF inflicts upon the Palestinians?
Do not believe what Netanyahu says. He is a despicable
liar—especially when he describes the Israeli army as "the most moral army
in the world." Far from it! The truth is that it is the most depraved,
cruel, and brutal army in the world.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I can no longer bear to
witness the ruin and destruction in Gaza.
I was a witness to what took place on the night of
October 7, 2023. Israeli intelligence, Netanyahu, and his gang knew about it;
they waited for it to happen so they could justify the destruction of Gaza and
attempt to displace its population.
I served in Gaza, and I saw with my own eyes how a tank
commander would toy with his tank’s cannon, firing shells at Palestinians
huddled inside their tents, or at groups of people standing in lines—whether in
front of bakeries, or by vehicles distributing food and aid. With my own eyes,
I witnessed aircraft firing projectiles at inhabited residential buildings,
reducing them to rubble atop the people living inside.
With my own eyes, I saw snipers from the occupation army
amusing themselves by picking off children, adults, and women as they stood in
line to receive aid.
This is madness.
Crimes such as these—which I witnessed—could not happen
anywhere else in the world; they occur only on the land of Palestine.
With my own eyes, I saw a child clutching a piece of
stale, blood-soaked bread, weeping over his mother’s body—while the soldiers
laughed, as if they were watching a comedy video.
They claim that these people are not human beings, not
equals to us—to us Jews.
I would summon my courage and say to my colleagues,
"Brother, even if they were a group of monkeys, could we possibly kill
them in this manner?"
They would reply, "You are a coward; you are
weak—you are not fit to be a Jew."
I saw settlers in the West Bank uprooting olive trees and
assaulting farmers in their own fields.
I saw them destroy homes—issuing an immediate evacuation
order to the owners, only to demolish the structures while the residents were
still inside.
With my own eyes, I saw a soldier send a text message to
a Palestinian, telling him: "Go up to the roof, or we will destroy the
house—with your family inside—because of you." When the man climbed to the
roof and began waving a white rag, the soldier shot him dead on the spot.
Can anyone believe this? I can find no explanation for
all this Israeli cruelty other than the upbringing we, as Jews, were subjected
to. We were told that Arabs are filthy, savage, and extremist Muslim
killers—and that if we were kind to them, they would cast us into the sea. Just
imagine the kind of indoctrination we were fed.
They taught us that the land of Palestine belongs to us,
the Jews.
They claimed that the Golan and the entire Levant belong
to the children of Zion.
They taught us that "Greater Israel" stretches
from the Euphrates to the Nile.
How wicked we Jews must be to believe all these lies! If
we were not wicked, foolish, and devoid of morality, we would never have
carried out these orders.
I can no longer bear to witness these atrocities.
At night, I would weep, while my comrades mocked me,
calling me a coward. They insisted that a Jew should be obsessed with killing
Arabs and ridding the Promised Land of them.
I pray for a day when the Arabs wake up and realize that
Israel is an illusion—a lie—that will eventually cease to exist. Were it not
for their own leaders, who collude with the criminal Netanyahu and his gang, we
would never have been able to commit the crimes and atrocities we have
perpetrated.
Forgive me, O Lord, for everything we have done to the
innocent Palestinians.
Forgive me, O God, for the atrocities we have committed.
As the Muslims say, You are "Most Forgiving, Most
Merciful." I am confident, therefore, that You will forgive me, now that I
have found my way after having been lost.
Thank You, O God, for guiding me to the straight path—
the path of truth, love, and peace—far removed from the
path of the criminal state of Israel.
Some Nobel laureates are easy to celebrate. This is one
of them.
Navi Pillay’s first day in court came when she was 5, testifying against a man
who’d robbed her.
She grew up to be the first woman of colour to open a law practice in Natal, in
1967, under apartheid, defending its prisoners, including her own husband.
When Nelson Mandela became president, he nominated her to the High Court, then
recommended her for the UN tribunal trying Rwanda’s genocide.
Three years ago, at this very hour, Gaza was living its
last normal night — and none of us knew it would be the last.
Those were the final quiet hours of families sitting together, unaware of what
the morning would bring.
The last embraces for children, men, and women who would later lose their
lives.
Perhaps the last goodbyes between friends and relatives who never imagined they
were saying goodbye for the final time.
They were the final hours for homes that would disappear.
May the hands that inflict suffering be stopped. May the
hearts that have grown indifferent rediscover compassion. And may every
oppressed person, in Palestine and beyond, one day live free from fear,
humiliation, and injustice.
History may record the weapons of the powerful, but
humanity will remember the tears of the powerless.
May justice prevail. May oppression end. And may
Palestine one day know the freedom, dignity, and peace that every human being
deserves.
Former Mossad chief Tamir Pardo has sparked debate after
reportedly saying he felt “ashamed to be a Jew” while witnessing violence by
Israeli settlers against Palestinians in the occupied West Bank. During a visit
to Palestinian villages that had recently experienced attacks, Pardo condemned
the violence and warned that it posed a serious threat to Israel’s future and
could deepen divisions within Israeli society. He also reportedly drew
comparisons between what he witnessed and historical persecution endured by
Jewish communities. His remarks have renewed attention to settler violence,
accountability, and the humanitarian conditions facing Palestinians in the West
Bank. Comments from former senior Israeli security officials have also added to
the broader discussion over government policies, the protection of civilians,
and the long term consequences of continued violence in the region.
It’s hard to believe that, after everything humanity has
experienced throughout history, we are still witnessing genocide in our world
today. Equally disturbing is the sheer volume of propaganda used to justify
these atrocities, often through misinformation, distorted narratives, and media
manipulation.
Do not look away from Gaza.
Do not look away from Lebanon.
Do not look away from Sudan.
Do not look away from the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
Our compassion should never depend on which crisis dominates the headlines or
which victims our political allies find convenient to acknowledge.
A
Wise Storyteller
In a little town, far far away, there was a little old woman
whose years were beyond counting. This old woman was famed as a wise
storyteller, and many would make the trip to this little secluded place, just
to ask for her advice.
One day, a young woman, her beautiful face twisted by sadness
and tears, approached the old storyteller.
"May I ask a question?" She asked her, as they sat in
the market square. It was quiet, early morning, and only they were there.
"Of course, child." said the storyteller as she
carefully marked her place in her book. "Tell me what brings such hurt to
your eyes."
"My problem," said the young woman painfully, "is
that I am good-for-nothing, I just don't... fit in with anything. I've tried so
many careers and wasn't suitable for any of them."
The wise old woman slowly nodded and stroked her pipe.
"I've lived in many places and never did I feel I
belonged."
The old woman smiled.
"I've dated many men but have never found my true
love."
"I've-"
"Let me stop you there..." Said the storyteller,
lifting a hand to halt the onslaught of worried words.
The woman quieted, breathing heavily.
"... and tell you a story. Isn't that why you came
here?" She smiled and took a puff on her pipe.
"It may surprise you, perhaps hard to even imagine looking
at this old face, but a long time ago, I was in a similar situation as yours. I
too felt different from everyone else, and nowhere did I seem to belong. But I
did not have a wise old storyteller to ask for advice, and so I went on a long
journey to find the answer my soul sought.
Long indeed was the journey. I crossed streams and rivers, hiked
up hills and mountains, found forgotten places and wondrous creatures and men,
but never did an answer I found. Until one day.
On that day, while walking through a field next to a village I cannot recall
the name of anymore, there was a little brick wall, perhaps 5 foot tall, next
to a little house. But that was not what caught my eye, no. What caught my eye
were three archery practicing targets on the wall, and in the exact bullseye of
each of them was an arrow, stuck as firmly as could be."
The old lady stopped for a little puff on her pipe while the
young lady did a little jig of impatience with her feet.
"In all my journeys, I have seen many great archers, so I
know it to be a hard discipline. I was amazed to find such talent at such a
humble place. Then I noticed a little girl peeking at me from the cottage door.
Come I bade her and she did. And I asked her: "Dear child, do you know who
is the archer who put these arrows in those targets?" She blushed and
answered that she was that archer.
I was even more amazed and asked her how she became such an extraordinary shot
at such a young age. She blushed further and, in a whispering voice, admitted
that she had stuck the arrows in the wall and then painted the targets
around them..."
The old woman chuckled softly while the young woman made a
puzzled face.
"I don't understand..."
"That was the moment I learned about the essence of things,
my child. You cannot find a place to own you before you own yourself. You must
recognize who YOU are, and build a place around you that suits you. In other
words, find what you truly wish for and build a life around it. Make life
work itself around you, instead of trying to find where you belong. Perhaps the
place you belong to is a place you are yet to create."
The young woman thanked her for her wisdom, dried her tears,
straightened her back and walked purposefully away.
We can all learn a lot from that wise storyteller.
The Bundle of Sticks
Once there was an elderly farmer who had several sons.
Although they loved their father, they were constantly arguing with one
another. They fought over small matters every day and refused to work together.
The farmer grew worried. He knew that if his sons continued
to quarrel, they would face many hardships after he was gone. He tried to
advise them many times, but they ignored his words.
One day, he gathered all of his sons and asked each of them
to bring a sturdy stick. After collecting the sticks, he tied them together
tightly into a large bundle.
Handing the bundle to his eldest son, the farmer said,
"Try to break it."
The son used all his strength, but the bundle would not
break.
The farmer passed the bundle to each of the other sons. One
after another, they struggled with all their might, yet none of them could
break it.
Then the farmer untied the bundle and handed each son a
single stick.
"Now break your stick," he said.
Each son snapped his stick easily with little effort.
The farmer smiled and said, "My sons, this is the
lesson I want you to remember. When you stand together and support one another,
no one can easily defeat you. But if you are divided and always fighting among
yourselves, you will be as easy to break as these single sticks."
The sons finally understood their father's wisdom. From that
day forward, they worked together, helped one another, and lived in harmony.
Moral of the Story: Unity is strength. Together, people can overcome challenges that would defeat them individually.
Catherine Connolly was elected President of Ireland in a
landslide last October and took office in November 2025. As a long-time
independent lawmaker, she has repeatedly described Israel as a “terrorist
state” and “rogue state,” accused it of committing genocide in Gaza, and stated
that Hamas forms “part of the fabric of the Palestinian people.”
She has condemned the October 7 attacks as wrong while
insisting the conflict’s history did not begin that day, and has called for
both sides to disarm and be held accountable for war crimes. These views,
expressed before and during her campaign, drew sharp criticism from some Irish
leaders and Jewish community voices, yet aligned with significant public
sentiment in Ireland. In her ceremonial role she continues to speak against the
“normalisation of war and genocide.”
NAZA, the documentary by Yuval Abraham and Rachel Szor, has
set Israel ablaze — not with remorse, but with rage. Rather than confront what
the film documents, most Israelis condemned it. The government branded the two
filmmakers traitors, ministers demanded their citizenship be revoked, and they
now live under death threats.
That is disgraceful. But the greater tragedy is Israel's
refusal to look in the mirror and admit that crimes against humanity — genocide
— were committed in Gaza. Denial is not a shield; it is moral collapse. A
nation that cannot face what it has inflicted on the Palestinians will carry
that stigma for generations. When will Israelis wake up? Until they do, the
truth will wait — and the price will go much higher.
Far-right Israeli activists have gathered outside the home
of Rachel Szor's parents in the town of Savyon, demanding that the family be
expelled from the country and their homes sealed.
Protesters have chanted slogans such as "death penalty
for traitors" and demanded that the filmmakers be tried and executed.
Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has denounced the film as anti-Semitic
incitement. Following this, Culture Minister Miki Zohar accused the directors
of "treason" and began taking immediate steps to investigate revoking
Abraham and Szor's Israeli citizenship.
More than 700 Israeli filmmakers and international figures
have signed a petition standing in solidarity with the directors, warning that
the state-led campaign is moving dangerously close to "effectively
sanctioning violence" against them.
The International Federation of Journalists report that at past 267 journalists
and media workers have been killed since October 7 2023. (An estimated 67-69
journalists were killed during World War Two)
The Ed Sheeran Loop Tour will reportedly continue. The
lights will come on. The merchandise tables will open. Thousands of people will
sing along, and the enormous machine will keep moving because enormous machines
are built to survive the removal of anyone with a conscience.
But the absence will be louder than the music.
Macklemore will not be there.
Finneas will not be there.
Lukas Graham, Aaron Rowe, and Beoga will not be there.
The tour may still have its headliner, but the people
willing to risk something have left the building.
Ed Sheeran wanted his stage to remain neutral.
Now it is simply empty.
Point the finger at the Billionaires deciding who gets on stage,
not the artist they turned into the story so you'd stop looking at them.
Channel that venom at the powers that be. Write to your MP. Post about what's
happening in Gaza. Refuse to attend shows in venues that censor what's said on
their stages. Refuse to buy the brands funding genocide. And if you don't like
Ed, his music or his politics, don't go to the show. But don't let this story
be hijacked the way it has been to demonise someone we all know has done more
for more causes over the last twenty years than just about anyone else in this
game.
Here is a full transcript of what Macklemore said that had
him removed from a tour, and kicked out of stadiums. Please tell me where he's
wrong.
“I've been trying to figure out a way to say this all day.
One of the reasons why I wanted to come on this tour was because I wanted to
stand up here on stages and stadiums across America and say two words that are
very near and dear to my heart: Free Palestine.
"I said, Free Palestine.
“I want those words to be loud and clear, so the people from
Gaza, all the way to the occupied West Bank, know that we have not forgotten
them.
“To all of my Jewish brothers and sisters: criticism of
Israel, criticism of apartheid, being against genocide in no way is a criticism
of you. My message is for peace; love for all human beings to be treated with
dignity, respect, and equality.
“So I say Free Palestine, I say Free Lebanon, I say Free
Cuba, I say Free Congo, Free Sudan, I say Free all people in America living in
fear of this terrorist organization, ICE. None of us will be free until we are
all free."
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