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editorial
IMRAAN COOVADIA
Living with sorcerers
ZEINAB SHAATH
The Urgent Call of Palestine
ALLAN BOESAK
“HOW LONG FOR PALESTINE?”
MAKHOSINI MGITYWA
The Crux of the Matter
MALAIKA MAHLATSI
On the genocide in Palestine and the death of academic freedom and democracy in Western universities
BRANKO MARCETIC
Israel’s Gaza War Is One of History’s Worst Crimes Ever
CHRIS HEDGES
American Sadism
ARYAN KAGANOF
On Power and Powerlessness: Genocide in Gaza Through the Lens of Afropessimism and Decay Studies
MICHAEL SFARD
We Israelis Are Part of a Mafia Crime Family. It's Our Job to Fight Against It From Within
Theme Gaza
ZEENAT ADAM
Gaza and the Graveyard of Excuses
MAHMOUD AL SHABRAWI
Writing Between Fear and Survival
GOODENOUGH MASHEGO
Why I can’t condemn October 7
GARTH ERASMUS
Lamentations for GAZA
SALIM VALLY and ROSHAN DADOO
Africa’s strong bonds to Palestine
ZUKISWA WANNER
A Common Humanity
MUHAMMAD OMARUDDIN (DON MATTERA)
A Song for Palestine
TSHEPO MADLINGOZI
Ilizwe Lifile/Nakba: Le-fatshe & Crises of Constitution in (Neo)Settler Colonies
SINDRE BANGSTAD
Palestine, Israel and academic freedom in South Africa
GWEN ANSELL
Resistance music – a mirror reflecting truth; a hammer forging solidarity
FMFP (FREE MUSIC FREE PALESTINE)
Listening as an anti-colonial way of engaging
ATIYYAH KHAN
A movement against silencing: What the genocide in Palestine has taught us about journalism
ASHRAF HENDRICKS
Visual Memoirs of Solidarity with Palestine in Cape Town
ATIYYAH KHAN
GAZA: Where wearing a PRESS vest is a death sentence
VISUAL INTIFADA
NARRATIVE REPAIR
SHARI MALULEKE
A Prayer to the Olive Tree
THANDI GAMEDZE
Jesus of Occupied Palestine
NATHI NGUBANE
MALCOLM X IN GAZA
MARIAM JOOMA ÇARIKCI
The dark side of the rainbow: How Apartheid South Africa and Zionism found comfort in post-94 rhetoric
CRAIG MOKHIBER
The ICJ finds that BDS is not merely a right, but an obligation
ROSHAN DADOO
South African coal fuels a genocide: BOYCOTT GLENCORE NOW
IMĀN ZANELE OMAR
From the ground
DEAN HUTTON
Who would you be under Apartheid?
galleri
SÍONA O’CONNELL
Keys to Nowhere
SAMAR HUSSAINI
The Palette of Tradition and other, earlier works
SLOVO MAMPHAGA
Chronology of the Now
DEON MAAS
The Resistance
OLU OGUIBE
A Brief Statement on Art and Genocide
CANDICE BREITZ
8 may 2025 Berlin
ADLI YACUBI
A Moment Is On Its Way
TRACEY ROSE
If Hitler Was A Girl Who Went To Art School (2024-2025)
borborygmus
CHARLES LEONARD
Zeinab Shaath : the famous Teta
THE ALDANO COLLECTIVE
Withold
DIMA ORSHO
Excerpts from Half Moon, a film by Frank Scheffer
GARTH ERASMUS
Where is God?
LOWKEY FEATURING MAI KHALIL
Palestine Will Never Die
CHRIS THURMAN
Intertexts for Gaza (or, Thirteen ways of looking past a genocide)
KEENAN AHRENDS
The Wandering Dancer
NATHAN TRANTRAAL
‘D’ is vi destruction
INSURRECTIONS ENSEMBLE
Let Me Lie To You
RODRIGO KARMY BOLTON
Palestine’s Lessons for the Left: Theses for a Poetics of the Earth
MARYAM ABBASI
Drums, Incense, and the Unseen
frictions
HIBA ABU NADA
Not Just Passing
NICHOLAS MIRZOEFF
The Visible and the Unspeakable (For Mahmoud Khalil)
MPHUTLANE WA BOFELO
Before You Kill Them
ABIGAIL GEORGE
4 Struggle Songs for Palestine
MIKE VAN GRAAN
4 Poems for Gaza
EUGENE SKEEF
To The Demise of War Mongers (a suite for the people of GAZA).
ALLAN KOLSKI HORWITZ
Gaza: two poems
MALIKA LUEEN NDLOVU
At the end of a thread, holding my breath, beading
NGOMA HILL
From the River to the Sea
JESÚS SEPÚLVEDA
Gaza 2024
ARYAN KAGANOF
GAZA (body double)
VONANI BILA
Under Rubble
JACKSON MAC LOWE
Social Significance
FRANK MEINTJIES
5 poems from A Place to night in
DIANA FERRUS
Burdened man
claque
FINN DANIELS-YEOMANS
‘If Cannes did not want to go to Gaza, Gaza had to go to Cannes’: Institutional Censorship at Film Festivals post-October 7.
FRANK MEINTJIES
Abigail George’s SONGS FOR PALESTINE - "struggle poems" in an age of livestreamed genocicde
PHILLIPPA YAA DE VILLIERS
ukuphelezela and Nida Younis’ Two Bodies/Zwei Korper
RUTH MARGALIT
Writing the Nakba in Hebrew
NATHAN TRANTRAAL
Ons is gevangenes van dit wat ons liefhet: Magmoed Darwiesj gedigte in Afrikaans
HEIN WILLEMSE
Frank Meintjies: a mature poet, intellectually astute with a refined social, political and ecological consciousness
M. SOGA MLANDU
'Tell Them I Am Dead’: Sithembele Isaac Xhegwana’s Dark Lines of History
NIKLAS ZIMMER
Détourning the cut
ekaya
LYNTHIA JULIUS
I believe the children for the future
JENNIFER KESTIS FERGUSON
Nikita
CHERYL DAMON
No Ordinary Rage
SKHUMBUZO PHAKATHI
Don’t forget Phila Ndwandwe
INGRID ORIT HURWITZ
SHATTERED
STEVEN ROBINS
The blindspots of Zionist history and the ‘ancient scripts’ of primordial Jewish victimhood
LIESL JOBSON
Sorrowful Mysteries
herri
Towards a Preliminary Archaeology of herri
off the record
STEPHEN CLINGMAN
The Voices in My Head: Reflections on South Africa, Israel, Palestine, Gaza
ANNI KANAFANI
Ghassan Kanafani
FILMS
by Palestinian Women
STEVEN ROBINS
Re-reading Jabotinsky’s The Iron Wall in the time of genocide in Gaza.
JANNIKE BERGH in conversation with HAIDAR EID
Even Ghosts Weep in Gaza
ASHRAF KAGEE
Three friends in Gaza
AMIRA HASS
"Resist the Normalization of Evil": On Palestine and Journalism
GEORGE KING
Fields, Forests and Fakery: ‘Green Colonialism’ in Palestine
HEIDI GRUNEBAUM
The Village Under the Forest
MEIR KAHANE
Jewish Terror: A JEWISH STATE VERSUS WESTERN DEMOCRACY
FRANK ARMSTRONG
Ireland and Palestine: A Crucial Vote Awaits
NIKHIL SINGH
The Siege of Gaza 332 BC
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DENIS EKPO
1 April 2025
DEON-SIMPHIWE SKADE
23 March 2025
LIZ SAVAGE
10 January 2025
CEDRIK FERMONT
10 August 2024
AZSACRA ZARATHUSTRA
6 August 2024
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Power in Relation to Life and Death: Israel's genocide in Gaza
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ATIYYAH KHAN

GAZA: Where wearing a PRESS vest is a death sentence

Three human skulls are assembled neatly on a table next to a PRESS vest. Bones of other limbs are placed side by side. The headline reads that a missing journalist’s skull was found, along with her two brothers in the rubble of their home. “The horror, the horror…” the dying words of Colonel Kurtz in Joseph Conrad’s novella Heart of Darkness have repeatedly run through my head over the past two years. For Kurtz, the ivory trader in the Congo, the horror represents the terrifying darkness that sits inside every human being. This is the darkness that we are live-streaming.

There has never been anything like this in the history of humankind.

Juxtaposed with the skulls, is a young woman dressed in hijab with a bright smile, sitting in front of a microphone and behind her the background screen reads 98.20FM. She has a pen in hand and is about to deliver the news. It is hard to reconcile the dead empty skull, with the lively dedicated face next to it. Anywhere else in the world, this one single image, so striking in its nature, would have caused an uproar. But this journalist is Palestinian – and somehow history has decided against her favour. She is Marwa Musallam, and her skull was found with her brothers Montaser and Moataz, 45 days after their home was targeted and bombed in eastern Gaza. An explosion hit and their roof collapsed on top of them, the building was levelled and all three were buried under the rubble – ambulance crews were unable to reach them. She had managed to signal she was still alive. Some had rallied for her rescue, but it was too late; she was buried alive. The horror.

Since the genocide began, close to 300 journalists have been murdered and counting. I’ve written about all the numbers; this piece is not for numbers or to convince. Instead it is to exorcise our own trauma as journalists in relation to feeling everything we see our colleagues go through. What it means to bear witness to bearing witness.

One image is etched into my memory forever. It is the crestfallen face of the most senior Palestinian journalist, Wael al-Dahdouh, the bureau chief Al-Jazeera in Gaza city hearing that his eldest son was killed. Earlier on in the genocide in October 2023, his wife, daughter (aged 7)  and son (aged 15) were targeted and killed in an airstrike, in addition to eight other relatives. He learnt this heartbreaking news while broadcasting live and later while identifying the bodies, exclaimed in pain, “They took revenge on us through our children!”

On 15 December 2023, while on a story in Haifa, Al-Dahdouh himself was hit by an Israeli missile in a targeted attack which killed his cameraman Samer Abu Daqqa. He sustained injuries but returned to work soon after both these tragic incidents.

The horror continued. The death that broke him came in January 2024 when an airstrike in Khan Younis took the life of his eldest son Hamza Al-Dahdouh (aged 27), who had followed in his fathers footsteps and also worked as a journalist for Al Jazeera. Wael’s spirit was finally broken and it broke all of us too. We cried as he uttered the words at his Janazah:

“Hamza was not just part of me; he was the whole of me. He was the soul of my soul. These are the tears of sadness and loss, the tears of humanity.”

Wael was deeply loved, respected and Palestinians fondly referred to him as Al-Jabal (The Mountain) for his own patience, nobility and ṣumūd, (steadfastness)but even he was not immune from the horror.  He continued reporting but wasn’t the same anymore. Wael was later injured again and then evacuated out of Gaza. But what does this level of loss do to the human heart?

The funeral of the Palestinian journalists, colleagues Moaz Abu Taha and Maryam Abu Daqqa, killed in the Israeli army’s bombing of Nasser Medical Complex in Khan Younis on August 25. Photos by Mahmoud Bassam

It is impossible too, to forget the footage of Ahmed Mansour, journalist and editor for Palestine Today, sitting while burning alive on camera. The horror, the horror! An Israeli airstrike hit a journalists tent on the grounds of the Nasser Hospital in April this year in the early hours of the morning. The footage shows Ahmed sitting down, trying to move his body while engulfed by flames and others desperately screaming in horror trying to save him. At one point he raises his hand. It was terrifying and disturbing. His body was severely burnt and later he succumbed to injuries and died in hospital that night. At his funeral his wife Nidaa said,

“Ahmad burned in front of the whole world…The whole world saw him as he was burning, and nobody was able to help him.”

On August 25,  Israel attacked the Nasser Hospital FOUR times in Khan Younis in southern Gaza. Initial reports suggested two strikes. Journalists were standing on a staircase to access Wifi. Why? In order to do their jobs. The staircase was bombed by one of the strikes. Five of them died in that attack. Their deaths were captured live on TV. The IOF claimed responsibility but also stated this was a “mistake”. How do you commit a mistake four times?

A headline reads “Journalists in Gaza are writing their own obituaries”. This started with the death of 23-year–old Hossam Shabat on March 24, killed in a drone strike on his car while travelling through northern Gaza. He who wrote a devastating note which outlined that when the genocide began he was 21, with big dreams as a college student:

“I documented the horrors in northern Gaza minute by minute, determined to show the world the truth they tried to bury. I slept on pavements, in schools, in tents—anywhere I could. Each day was a battle for survival. I endured hunger for months, yet I never left my people’s side.”

Shabat pre-empted his death. This is what journalists in Gaza have now resorted to doing.

Just some weeks ago, a beloved Al-Jazeera journalist,  Anas Al-Sharif reported that he was being threatened by the Israeli regime. He was receiving regular threats. Journalist Yasra Al-Aklook shared that his wife reported that the last threat he received from the IDF stated: “We will break your back with your wife and children, Anas. We know their location and will kill them.” The Committee To Protect Journalists (CPJ) called for Al-Sharif’s protection in a statement in July when he shared that his life was in danger and Israel had engaged in a smear campaign of him being a “terrorist”.

“All of this is happening because my coverage of the crimes of the Israeli occupation in the Gaza Strip harms them and damages their image in the world. This feeling is difficult and painful, but it does not push me back. Rather, it motivates me to continue fulfilling my duty and conveying the suffering of our people, even if it costs me my life.”

Al-Sharif was murdered on August 10 with five other journalists when their media tent was targeted and bombed. The attack wiped out the entire Al-Jazeera Arabic news crew.

He too left a note, a will and last testament stating clearly, “If these words reach you, know that Israel has succeeded in killing me and silencing my voice.”. He names his murderers. And later says,

“I entrust you with Palestine—the jewel in the crown of the Muslim world, the heartbeat of every free person in this world. I entrust you with its people, with its wronged and innocent children who never had the time to dream or live in safety and peace. Their pure bodies were crushed under thousands of tons of Israeli bombs and missiles, torn apart and scattered across the walls.”

After his death, videos surfaced of Al-Sharif as an 11-year old during the 2008 war on Gaza, where he was interviewed by Al Jazeera and voiced that he dreamt of being a reporter. The horror.

Mother and journalist, Mariam Abu Daqqa who was killed at the Nasser Hospital strikes, left behind a heartbreaking goodbye letter to her only young son, whom she had been apart from for two years,

“And when the time comes, when you marry and have a daughter, please name her Mariam, after me…You are my love, my strength, my pride, and my joy. Always carry yourself with dignity, and let your actions honor my memory.”

Abu Daqqa’s last instagram story just before her death, was a video she took of herself in an elevator, staring blankly into the camera, looking weak and emaciated; a haunting image almost as if she could foretell what was coming. The horror. 

Later a haunting photograph emerged of a man in a Press vest, holding her blood-stained Canon camera.

The bloodied camera of journalist Mariam Abu Daqqa. Photo by Mahmoud Bassam

The colleague of Reuters photojournalist Hossam-Al Masri who was killed in the same attack, Amr Tabash shared this on Facebook,

“Fellow journalist martyred Hossam El-Masri never left the field even though he carried in his heart a bigger worry than he could bear; his wife who was suffering with cancer, who was in pain every minute before his eyes, and he was unable to save her. Just days ago, he asked me with a broken voice: “Can you help me evacuate my wife? The disease has worn her out and I can’t bear to see her tortured any more”… Hossam knocked on all the doors, but he couldn’t find anyone to hear his voice. Hossam passed away, and his wife remained fighting the disease alone, bearing double pain after losing her support and companion

Twenty-four year old Mohammad Salama, who was due to be married, was another journalist killed in the hospital strike. A post he shared on World Press Freedom Day reads,

“Here journalism is not a profession – it is pain. We write amidst death, documenting the suffering so it is not forgotten…In every word, there is a fading soul, and there is a truth that we refuse to let die.”

In a piece by Gaza-based writer Eman Hillis says,

“After seeing this deadly cycle repeat over and over again, Palestinians have come to believe that a reporting career is a death sentence for the journalists themselves and for their families.”

Later she says, “We do not need more eulogies; we need justice.”

The deliberate targeting and killing of journalists in Palestine did not begin with the events of October 7. There was the death of Shireen Abu Akleh before that, and many others even before that. A deeper investigation shows recurring targeted airstrikes, bombs, sniper attacks, shooting and car missile strikes over the past few decades. For instance, in 2002, Anthony Shadid was shot by an Israeli sniper while reporting for the Boston Globe. In 2018, Yaser Murtaja, shot in the stomach, was accused of working for Hamas, despite no evidence ever being given. This feature points out how this pattern of silencing journalists stretches back to 1967.

The difference is major in how Israel murdered journalists then versus now. Previously they denied their attacks, hid behind excuses or were vague. Now, they strike while people are watching or broadcasting live on air. Unashamedly now they claim responsibility. Now, there is no fear.

There is an arrogance in knowing there are zero repercussions for these actions. There is hopelessness in knowing these numbers will grow. Israel is allowed to kill journalists with impunity and the message is clearly – no one is safe.

Funeral procession honouring the press vests of murdered journalists. Photo by Mahmoud Bassam

In Apocalypse Now, the 1979 film adaptation of Heart of Darkness, director Francis Ford Coppolar, creates the story in Vietnam instead, bringing to life the moral degradation with scenes of savagery, human-worship and one of the most realistic cinematic representations of pure madness ever captured on screen. At the time that Conrad wrote the story in 1898, King Leopold II of Belgium had not even yet carried out his worst atrocities on the Congolese. Heads of men were cut off and hung on village palisades. Women and children’s bodies were assembled in the form of a cross. Limbs were cut off for not producing enough rubber. The horror, the horror.

The horror continues, this time through TikTok and Instagram reels broadcast on tiny phone screens. We are now engaged in a battle between good and evil – and only history will decide which direction this goes in. But some things are certain;  that is, as journalists we will continue to tell the truth for every single person who has risked their lives in doing so.

In the last words of Anas Al-sharif,

“I urge you not to let chains silence you, nor borders restrain you. Be bridges toward the liberation of the land and its people, until the sun of dignity and freedom rises over our stolen homeland.”

Inna lillahi ya inna ilahi rajioon

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