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.