Edwina Kelly

🚨 I watched NAZA today. Its depiction of Israel’s evil war machine was horrific and disturbing. One of the most chilling moments in NAZA comes when an Israeli soldier reflects on the Nazis and the Holocaust. He had grown up believing the Nazis represented absolute evil. But after participating in the destruction of Gaza, he began to understand how ordinary people could commit terrible acts and then return home to their ordinary lives. He asks: “I still see those Nazis as evil, but what does that mean I am?” Another Israeli soldier acknowledges what happened in Gaza was genocide. Parts of the film leave you speechless and in tears. The film is far more disturbing than I can adequately put into words. Sometimes we struggle to comprehend the suffering of people thousands of miles away. Sometimes it needs to be personal. We need to imagine the people we love being subjected to the same horrors before we truly understand what is being done to others. So imagine for a moment that Britain was Gaza. Imagine an Israeli soldier sitting in front of a screen, thousands of miles away, deciding whether your family lives or dies. Your son has been identified by an AI system as a suspected fighter. There has been no trial. No opportunity to challenge the intelligence. You don’t even know he is suspected of anything. The soldier knows where your son lives. He knows he is at home with you, your wife and your other children. He could target your son elsewhere. But your family home is an easier target. The anticipated deaths of your wife, your children and perhaps your neighbours are entered into a calculation. They are considered acceptable. A button is pressed. Your home disappears. Your wife is killed. Your children are buried beneath the rubble. Perhaps one survives, screaming for their mother. The soldier moves on to the next target. Now imagine this happening across Britain. Imagine entire streets in London flattened. Families in Manchester wiped out in their homes. Hospitals in Birmingham overwhelmed with children whose limbs have been blown off. Parents in Liverpool digging through concrete with their bare hands, desperately trying to find their children. Imagine being told to evacuate your home, taking your family somewhere you have been assured is safer, only for that place to be bombed too. Imagine watching your child slowly starve because food is not getting through. Imagine having to choose which of your children gets the last piece of bread. Imagine holding your injured daughter while she begs you to stop the pain, knowing there is no functioning hospital you can reach and no medicine to give her. Now imagine the soldiers responsible discussing these deaths as numbers, targets and operational successes - and as fun! Imagine them laughing, celebrating, or simply carrying on as though nothing extraordinary has happened. This is the reality NAZA forces us to confront through the accounts of Israeli soldiers themselves. The horror is not only the scale of the killing. It is the way human life can be reduced to a calculation. The way killing civilians can become routine. The way an entire population can be subjected to unimaginable suffering while those responsible become detached from the humanity of their victims. And here is the point. The Palestinian father pulling his dead child from the rubble loves that child as much as you love yours. The Palestinian mother desperately searching for her missing daughter feels the same terror you would feel. Their children are not worth less than ours. Their lives are not worth less than ours. We should not have to imagine this happening in Britain to recognise the humanity of Palestinians. But if you cannot comprehend the horror of what Israel has done to Gaza, imagine it happening to your family. Then ask yourself what you would call the people responsible. Watch NAZA. youtu.be/G6zx7XfbUVk?is=Mxw-…