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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?
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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
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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
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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
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Towards a Preliminary Archaeology of herri
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STEPHEN CLINGMAN
The Voices in My Head: Reflections on South Africa, Israel, Palestine, Gaza
ANNI KANAFANI
Ghassan Kanafani
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JANNIKE BERGH in conversation with HAIDAR EID
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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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SÍONA O’CONNELL

Keys to Nowhere

In the narrow alleys of Palestinian refugee camps, amid the concrete and corrugated metal of temporary shelters that have housed families for seventy-five years, keys once hung on kitchen walls like religious icons. Heavy, ornate, the kind that once opened front doors of stone houses in Al Majdala, Salama, Jaffa. The houses are gone, demolished in 1948. The neighbourhoods have been rebuilt with different names, different stories. But the keys endured, carrying the entire geography of loss.

Until now. Until Gaza. Until there were no walls left to hang keys upon.

The Palestinian key is perhaps the world’s most recognised symbol of forced displacement, carried by families who fled or were expelled during the 1948 Nakba and in the decades of conflict that followed. Unlike keys lost to natural disaster or economic migration, these keys were taken by design, part of a systematic effort to sever people not just from place but from the possibility of return. The destruction was meant to be absolute: not just homes but entire villages, not just buildings but the memory of communities, not just displacement but erasure.

In Gaza today, the systematic destruction has been so complete, so methodical, that the very concept of keys becomes absurd. What locks remain to turn? What doors survive to open? As Palestinian neighbourhoods disappear under relentless bombardment, as entire communities are erased from the earth, we witness something beyond displacement – we witness annihilation.

No amount of semantics or twisting and turning – like a key desperately seeking a lock that no longer exists – can call this anything but genocide.

The word sits heavy as the ancestral keys once did, undeniable in its precision. Yet we lack a word for those who witness this erasure and choose to call it something else. Those who see the systematic destruction of a people and reach for euphemisms. Those who watch starving children, traumatised families, entire communities extinguished, and speak of ‘complex situations’ and ‘both sides.’ Those who abandon their humanity in the face of such clear moral imperative.

And what will we be called when history judges this moment? When future generations ask what we did whilst watching genocide unfold in real time, broadcast, documented in unflinching detail – what word will they use for our response? They will wonder at those who possessed all the tools of knowledge, all the means of action, yet chose the comfort of wilful blindness. They will question those who forgot what it means to be human.

The children amongst the displaced carry a different weight now. Starving, traumatised, they embody a truth we cannot look away from: that when displacement becomes total, when there are no keys left to inherit because there are no homes left to remember, we witness the mechanics of genocide in real time.

This dual displacement – historical and ongoing – mirrors patterns that stretch across the globe and through history. In South Africa under apartheid, the forced removal of over millions of people followed a similar logic of erasure. Families torn from District Six, Cato Manor, Sophiatown, and hundreds of other communities were meant to disappear not just from their neighbourhoods but from memory itself. Children were supposed to grow up forgetting where they came from, accepting their exile as natural. Yet like the Palestinian keys, these communities’ sense of belonging somewhere persisted, carried in stories, in songs, in the stubborn refusal to forget.

The profound power of these keys lies not in what they once opened, but in what they demand we see. It ought to be utterly uncomplicated for anyone who claims to be human: to see injustice, to mirror the same essential human values of dignity, community, the right to belong.

The key became the central focus of an exhibition that Jade Nair and I created, ‘The Love Letter’, at the University of Cape Town  earlier this year on forced removals. We collected thousands of keys to symbolise the destroyed homes of the dispossessed, each one a testament to a family displaced, a community erased, a life interrupted. The weight of these keys was overwhelming; together they formed a constellation of loss that stretched across decades and continents.

These same keys then moved to become part of the Nakba commemoration held at the Castle of Good Hope on May 18th, 2025, a colonial structure that outlasts District Six. The irony was not lost on us, that this fortress of colonial power, built to subjugate and control, should house the keys of those it helped displace, whilst the communities it destroyed existed now in memory and in the metal we carried.

These keys pose an uncomfortable question about human complicity. Keys teach us not just about what was taken, but about what we allowed to be taken. They remind us that belonging is something that lives in people rather than just in places, but they also force us to confront what it means when we stand by whilst that belonging is systematically destroyed.

The keys ask us what remains of our humanity when we witness such suffering and choose silence.

When young Palestinians paint them on murals, when they carry them in protests for justice, they transform objects of displacement into declarations of possibility. The key becomes a promise: the values that made those homes sacred – hospitality, community, resistance to injustice – must find soil in which to grow and flourish.

In Gaza today, as children learn what it means when there are no more keys to inherit, when homes become memory, when neighbourhoods become names in history books, when the familiar weight of metal in the palm is replaced by the desperate search for survival itself, they inherit our choices too. They inherit a world that watched, that knew, that had the power to act differently.

What will history call us? Those who possessed unprecedented access to information, unprecedented means of communication, unprecedented tools for global action, yet chose to debate semantics whilst children starved and their mothers died? Those who had every opportunity to act with basic human decency and chose otherwise? The keys to destroyed Palestinian homes have become keys to a question we cannot avoid: when the final reckoning comes, what will we be called by those who survive to remember this moment?

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