i read these stories from this ig account and i think it is kind of interesting so i am reproducing them here and would like to see what kind of comments they create
the post is more orientated to arabs, but i figure there may be some similar sentiments expressed in the hexbear lot
instagram story from arabsofconquest
There was a time where the
world stood for something.
A time where massacres provoked outrage, where the cries of children beneath rubble pierced the conscience of humanity.
But today, Gaza is on fire, and the world scrolls past.
We are witnessing a genocide, raw and televised, and yet somehow the revolution it demands is expected to be polite.
The colonized must mourn quietly, resist respectfully, and die with dignity, while the killers are shielded by diplomacy and dressed in the language of peace.
This is the sickness of our era: silence sold as wisdom, neutrality as virtue, and revolution as decorum.
Revolution has been domesticated. Activism has been administered, turned into a program, a policy, a performance.
We've replaced rage with rituals: fundraising galas, carefully worded statements, moderated forums. We treat genocide like a PR crisis, not a moral catastrophe.
In Gaza, children are pulled from the rubble with limbs missing and names forgotten. And in the West, organizers debate wording, worry about optics, and negotiate with the very institutions that fund the bombs.
They've turned activism into administration: sanitized, procedural, toothless. A revolution with permits. A resistance that offends no one.
But Gaza is not a project. It is not an agenda item. It is the front line of a global war on the oppressed, and if your activism does not disturb, confront, or disrupt the system that enables this genocide, then it is not activism. It is compliance.
Revolution, in the face of genocide, should never be polite. It should be unstoppable.
And anyone who says otherwise, anyone who urges calm, patience, dialogue in the face of mass graves, is either a coward, a fool, or a collaborator.
They are the ones who normalize genocide by scolding resistance. Who demand oppressed people earn their right to live with manners and petitions. Who think justice can be scheduled and liberation can wait.
It's enough. It's enough that we keep handing the reins of our liberation to the inexperienced, the hesitant, the ineffective.
To those more concerned with being liked than being feared. More obsessed with respectability than results. They speak of strategy, but deliver stagnation. They speak of safety, but deliver silence.
While Gaza is obliterated, they hold meetings. While children bleed, they brainstorm campaigns. Their leadership has become a liability—risk-averse, power-hungry, terrified of confrontation.
We cannot keep entrusting our future to those who treat revolution like a résumé builder. Who treat martyrdom like a marketing challenge. Who flinch every time the oppressor raises its voice.
This moment requires vision. Courage. Fire. Not management.
It's time to reclaim our struggle, from the Zionists, from the West, and yes, from the gatekeepers within. Because liberation doesn't wait for approval. And Gaza doesn't have time for amateurs.