As we try to advocate for the voices on Palestine to remain within the principles of true liberation, we find ourselves framed as inflammatory, divisive, hateful, or even purist.

While no one is surprised at such reactions, geared towards protecting the comfort of the many by demonising any hard calls for true change that may challenge their comfort, we must still ponder on what it unmasks of their character.

The many are not accustomed to caring for extended periods about things that they don’t perceive as a direct threat to their capital, leading them to ‘virtue fatigue,’ where engagement in social causes can wane when individuals feel overwhelmed or when the cause does not directly impact them.

The many want things to go back to ‘normal,’ or at least for things to slow down enough for them to resettle into their class privilege. And for that to happen, they must find a win; they must celebrate a victory, but not just any victory. It must be one that doesn’t disrupt their dinner parties and easily melts on the velvet tongues of their ruling class, irrelevant if it actually resolves the material reality of the genocide.

The many are finding it terrifying to realise that the system does not work for them; they are finding it humiliating knowing everyone knows they are not special in a system that holds capital over man. They want to maintain their narcissistic illusion of influence, as if they have control, as if they matter.

To The Grifters, Fame Farmers, Unprincipled, and Willingly Blind,

The ones speaking of their land as if it were a landmine, folding and twisting their tongues to avoid the trigger words planted by its colonisers, afraid they might swallow their tongues and choke if they were ever unfolded.

The ones that cried free Palestine, until they realised freeing Palestine challenges the survival of the imperialist framework from which they reap their privileges.

The ones that exploit the slogans of change and radical freedom to maintain the relevance of their clout capital, all while gatekeeping a system that benefits them at the expense of others.

The ones so addicted to comfort that they marry hypocrisy to authenticity in the name of convenience, fighting the oppressors’ tanks with hashtags because a bullet shot at the oppressed registers more quietly in their news media than one shot by the oppressed.

Freeing Palestine will free the world, they say, but does the world really want to be free?

To the many and the ones, we are not invested in your support if it’s rooted within the system, one that sexualises revolutions and commodifies sex, one that capitalises on freedom by restricting capital, one that promises liberty only within the confines of its ‘moral prison’.

To the many and the ones, we are not invested in your comfort, so unfold your tongue, if you swallow it and choke, at least you’ve died a martyr.