When a long-ago friend angrily lashed out at me on social media for posting an announcement of an anti-genocide protest march, what surprised me most was the utter unoriginality and cliché-ridden banality of the Hasbara talking points he was reciting so mechanically.
Last week I posted a message on Facebook and the site formally known as Twitter (some of us luddites still maintain a presence on these sites) to alert people to an upcoming protest march in Sea Point against the ongoing Israeli genocide in Gaza, as well as the regime’s cold blooded assassination of journalists working in Gaza.
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This is how genocide denial functions now. It rarely arrives as a blunt denial of death, but rather cloaked in concern for truth, in the language of skepticism, media literacy, and even professional ethics. It does not claim that Palestinians aren’t dying. It simply asks, “how do we know they’re dying like this?” It casts doubt on the camera, the angle, and the sequence. It suggests that even if the suffering is real, the image has already ruined it—by being legible, by being replicated, by being seen too many times.