PROMISE YOU WILL NEVER FORGET WHO HAMAS ARE

WARNING: This article contains graphic illustrations and descriptions of Hamas sadism.

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I’m scared people will somehow forget how evil Hamas are. Or rather - be seduced by the illusion of a reward that causes them to compromise on Hamas existing.

They cannot exist.

They have to be destroyed - and anyone like them has to be destroyed. There cannot be any compromise with them on anything. Our civilisation is incompatible with theirs. They will always seek to destroy us. So we have to destroy them.

It’s been three months since I saw a screening of the Hamas atrocities.

You can read about that here.

And you can read the follow up I wrote about its affect on me here.

I still get intrusive images from the footage now and then.

I spoke to other people who saw the film and they seem fine.

Everyone’s different and I guess this is just me.

It’s not as bad as it was.

In the immediate aftermath it was awful and would leave me a mess.

Now an image can pop in my head and I can just let it pass out without too much drama. It happened in the dentist chair. It happened at dinner. It can happen while I’m working or in conversation with someone. Sometimes it can leave me sad. Other times there’s a resentful tiredness in having to make an effort to place my thoughts elsewhere and let it pass out my head.

In bed the other night I didn’t have the energy to deflect the images that popped into my head. So I decided to indulge them and just let them possess me and to feel sad. I did this for a few minutes and then I sat up in bed and thought I would draw the most commonly recurring images I experience. I thought maybe there’d be some therapeutic value to that? Maybe my drawings would become the memory and displace the actual images I saw in HD footage? In movies they always get someone to draw things?

I don’t know.

Anyway, I drew five images that most persistently come into my mind.

Please don’t worry about me or ask me to take care of myself. I do. This is part of it.

These are things Hamas deliberately did to human beings:

It was night time. This person was dead. They were in a crawling position. They had been completely barbecued. They were like charcoal. If you were to touch them, pieces of them would have broken and snapped off in your hand. Their back was still smouldering with small flames that glowed with a bluish tinge. It was like the end of a campfire that had burned through the night. They died crawling. They had raised their head and shoulders off the ground and they were burned into this position. It was night and they were there on planet earth burning gently. A barbecued, human mannequin, cooked and with no more life to give. They wouldn’t know the cold daylight that dawn brings…

This image always distressed me. A household had been rounded up and taken into a bedroom. They were all executed there. Some would have seen other family members killed before they themselves were killed. The mother was lying face down in the bed. I don’t know why that always got to me. It just did. She was just lying with her face planted down into the bed. You can’t breathe like that. There were others dead at the foot of the bed. They were all packed into a tiny box room. I think the image affected me because the violence was juxtaposed with the domesticity of a bedroom. It brought home that Hamas were murderers. Calculated murderers who corralled their prey into one bedroom. This was a sadistic home invasion. It was full of butchery and bloodlust and malevolent passion. They wanted to torture and murder families and that’s exactly what they did.

This woman was alive and the terrorist opened the car door and shot her multiple times. Her body received the bullets. A human body is soft. The bullets just went into her body. He then robbed her, taking her mobile phone, which he put into his pocket. Her body was then pulled out of the car and left in the road. The other murdered occupants were also pulled from the vehicle. The terrorist then got into the car and sat in the drivers blood and drove away…

It took me a while to recognise what I was seeing when I saw this image. Then I realised it was a face so beaten and riddled with bullets that the skull had broken and crumpled and collapsed inwards. The face had been smashed beyond recognition. The skin was bruised and blackened from a beating. The lips had shrivelled backwards, revealing the gums and teeth. This was something common to other faces that had been smashed in. Teeth protruded in an undignified way. The faces and bodies were robbed of all dignity.

This was a corridor. A body, or multiple bodies, had been dragged along it. For what purpose? To put them more prominently on display? To take the bodies back to Gaza? There was so much blood. It was thick. It was partly liquid. Partly congealed. Some of it was like jelly. It had froth and bubbles in it. And small lumps of matter. The corridor was full of stuff that came from inside people and couldn’t be put back.

If these images persist with me then there is some survival value to them.

They’re there so I can protect myself and pass on to others to protect themselves.

I can never forget and I can’t let others forget.

We must never, ever make peace with Hamas or anyone like them.

We must fight to the last man and woman.

They will never suddenly become reasonable.

They are a demon civilisation.

We have to send them to hell.

Never, ever think a compromise with them will end okay.

If we do not kill them they will destroy us.

Promise you will never forget.

Never try to make a deal with devils.

Do not let the world gaslight you into retreating from what you know to be true.

We will not survive if we don’t destroy them.

It’s them or us.