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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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1 April 2025
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23 March 2025
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10 January 2025
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10 August 2024
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6 August 2024
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Power in Relation to Life and Death: Israel's genocide in Gaza
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JENNIFER KESTIS FERGUSON

Nikita

If you hear the scream break the door down!

I have been unable to do much the past day. My body feels heavy, as though grief itself has weight. I have lit candles, prayed for a four-year-old girl I never knew — Nikita from Eldorado Park — and for her little brother, and for a community so fractured that no one could stop what was happening inside that locked Zozo hut.

I have listened to the recording of her screams. Three minutes of pure terror. Her small voice begging:

‘Asseblief Pappie… nee Pappa!’

“Please, Daddy… please don’t, Daddy…”

A tiny four-year old begging for her life.

She was raped. Beaten. Thrown onto the ceiling of the shack. Eventually drowned. All of this while her two-year-old brother — whose ribs and arms had already been broken by the same man — was watching.

Her mother knew. She had known before. She had withdrawn charges.

The neighbours heard. One recorded. They stood outside for four hours. The police were called. They arrived four hours later.

A Zozo hut is barely bigger than a storage shed. Thin walls. A single lock on the door. You hear everything. That day it became a torture chamber, a coffin before death.

I have tried to understand how you could stand outside that thin wall, hearing a child plead for her life, and not break the door down. Not smash the window. Not scream until someone came. The passivity of it.

I have tried to understand a police force that can take four hours to respond to a child’s rape in progress.

I have tried to understand a mother who can hand her children back to a man she knows is raping them.

In my mind I keep returning to the image of the grandmother. Small, fine Nama features. Standing before a news camera, her scarred-faced son translating. She thanks the community. Thanks the media. She calls her daughter Meidjie — a word that in Afrikaans history has been used to belittle, here used as endearment.

When asked about Nikita’s dying, she says simply: “Nou is sy in ‘n beter plek… met die Here.” Now she’s in a better place with the Lord.

Her voice is calm, almost disconnected. There is no condemnation, no demand for justice. Only the saintly resignation of a theology that preaches suffering as holy, meekness as virtue, endurance as grace.

I waited for her outrage. To mirror mine. It did not come.

And that absence of rage shocks me almost as much as the crime.

But the more I sit with it, the more I see that Nikita’s death — her three minutes of recorded agony — has given us something we would rather not receive: the unfiltered truth of what is happening in our country every day, mostly unseen, unreported, unnamed.

South Africa is in the grip of a child abuse epidemic:

58 children are sexually abused every day — and that’s only the reported cases.

In one three-month period in 2021, 352 children were murdered — four every day.

One-third of our teens have been sexually abused; for most, the perpetrator was someone they knew.

Over 95% of child sexual abuse cases never reach the police!!!!

This violence lives in our homes, not just on dark street corners. It is carried out by fathers and mothers, stepfathers, uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters. It grows in the soil of poverty, joblessness, fractured masculinity, addiction to drugs like nyaope and crystal meth. It is shielded by silence — by mothers who withdraw charges, by neighbours who “don’t want to get involved,” by police who collude with drug dealers.

We talk about “it takes a village to raise a child.” But what happens when the village looks away? When the Zozo hut stands in the middle of the community and no one kicks the door down?

This is not normal and must never be normal.

Now is the time to:

Declare child protection a national emergency with the same urgency as a health pandemic.

Implement rapid response protocols for all child abuse reports — measured in minutes, not hours.

Fund and train more social workers and community child protection officers in high-risk areas.

Enforce mandatory reporting of suspected abuse by any adult, with legal penalties for silence.

Investigate and remove police officers colluding with drug dealers.

Establish community child watch groups with direct lines to independent crisis responders.

To the Minister of Police: four hours to respond to a child being raped is four hours too long.

To the Minister of Social Development: there is no excuse for returning a raped child  to her abuser.

To Parliament: pass the legislation, fund the services, protect the whistleblowers.

To every citizen: if you hear the scream, you break the door down.

If Nikita’s scream does not change us, nothing will.

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