When I witness the images and videos from Palestine, I try to remember what we do not receive through the videos and images. The corporeality of it all.
There is the blowing dust from eviscerated buildings and bodies inhaled, the smell of burnt human flesh, the heaviness of the baby martyr in her mother’s arms, the scalding heat from the explosions, the cold to the bone from sleeping on the rainy ground, the dirt under the fingernails from digging.
If I feel what I feel even from the several-times-removed photos and videos, I can only begin to imagine the feelings, smells, taste, sounds, touch, and view of what is witnessed outside of the tiny frame of the image we receive.
It is a constant and visceral reminder to fight for a liberated world with every sensory faculty I have available to me. Every skill I have and will have. Every single one is for the liberation for all of us. All of us, together.
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