They Want You Blind
While the World Burns

And there is another lie we have to break with a hammer.

The lie that memory automatically makes people moral.
It does not.

Suffering does not purify anyone.
Trauma does not make power holy.
History does not grant innocence forever.
A wounded people can still build a cage.
A persecuted people can still become persecutors.
A nation can carry its grief in one hand and a knife in the other.

That is not slander.
That is history.

Primo Levi understood this. He knew the line between victim and victimizer is thinner than people want to admit.
He knew evil is not sealed off in monsters from another species. It waits inside ordinary people.
It waits inside wounded people. It waits inside people who believe their pain has made them righteous.
And once a nation starts worshipping its own wound, it can justify almost anything.
That is why the abuse of Holocaust memory has been so catastrophic.

Not the memory itself.
The abuse of it.
Because “never again” was supposed to be a warning to humanity.
Instead, it has too often been fenced off, rationed, turned into property of the Zionist daemons.

Never again for some.
Never again under certain conditions.
Never again unless the victims are the wrong people.

That is not morality.
That is tribal permission.

Memory that does not defend the living is not moral memory.
It is decoration.
It is ritual.
It is a museum of excuses.

And the world sees this now.
It sees institutions built to study atrocity go quiet before atrocity.
It sees scholars who can detect every historical warning sign suddenly lose their voice when the bombs fall on Palestinians.
It sees whole systems of remembrance become systems of selective blindness.

That blindness has a price.
Because once genocide is treated as a private possession instead of a universal crime, the gate is open.
Then memory no longer restrains barbarism.
It serves it.

Scholars understood something the West still cannot bear to confess:
genocide is not a foreign infection in modern civilization.
It is one of its habits.

That is the real terror.

Not that barbarism returned.
That it never left.
It crossed oceans in the holds of ships.
It marched over indigenous land.
It fed on forced famines.
It built camps.
It built plantations.
It built empires.
It built borders with rifles and maps and missionaries.
It called theft order.
It called extermination progress.
It called conquest destiny.

So no, the people of the world do not need to be lectured about what fascism looks like.
They know.
They know what it means when a people are described as contaminants.
They know what it means when a population is caged, starved, bombed, blamed, and then told it brought this on itself.
They know what it means when one set of lives is treated as sacred and another as expendable.
The tools may be newer now.

The soul behind them is old.
And that is why the Nazis and racists admires Israel.

Not despite the walls.
But Because of the walls.
Not despite the siege.
But Because of the siege.

Not despite the legal apartheid, the checkpoints, the air power, the ranking of human worth.
But Because those things reveal the evil ritual blend.

A state that can divide humanity into protected and disposable.
A state that can call domination self-defense.
A state that can erase a people in public and still be praised as civilized.
That is not an embarrassment to the authoritarian mind.

That is the dream. That is zionism on steroids.

And do not make the mistake of thinking this horror stays abroad.

It never does.
A state cannot normalize mass slaughter overseas and remain decent at home.
The poison always travels back.
The same hand that signs off on foreign atrocities will reach for domestic repression.
The same class that edits headlines to conceal bombed children will censor teachers, blacklist journalists, smear students, criminalize protest, and punish anyone who uses the forbidden noun.

Occupation.
Apartheid.
Genocide.

Notice how frightened they are of words.

An innocent system does not need to police language.
Only a guilty one does that.

So when students pitch tents and are treated like criminals, pay attention.
When reporters are told what not to say, pay attention.
When critics are slandered, silenced, fired, deported, or dragged through hearings for naming what their own eyes can see, pay attention.

That is not confidence.

That is fear.

Fear that truth might outrun propaganda.
Fear that the rubble speaks louder than the talking points.
Fear that too many people will look at the same grave and refuse the official lie.
And once a regime fears words, it is already deep in moral collapse.

So let us be plain about the enemies.

They are not the children under the concrete.
They are not the families running from one shattered block to another.
They are not the refugees, the occupied, the bombed, the dispossessed.

The enemies are here too.

In boardrooms.
In ministries.
In editorial meetings.
In lobbies.
In those polished circles where human suffering is translated into strategy, demographics, and acceptable losses.
They speak the language of democracy while hollowing it out.
They speak of civilization while feeding barbarism.
They speak of security while manufacturing graves.

They are not serious men.
They are weak men with machinery.
They are morally bankrupt monsters.

And emptiness in command of great power is one of the most dangerous things on earth.