I think reasonably, the destruction of Palestine and its people has been weighing so heavily on me. Every time I have to buy something or get a paycheck I think about where that tax money is going and what a coward I am for not doing more than joining protests when they are nearby. I used to think the Vietnam protesters or the germans that hid their neighbors or the volunteers of the underground railroad network were such brave rebels but I’m starting to think they felt this same deep hopelessness at how small their power was in the face of state sanctioned genocide. I’m so upset at the lack of basic humanity in our lawmakers worldwide, the complacency of the US population in the face of an ethnic cleansing, and the continued dishonesty and corruption of the media. It seems so ridiculous and tragic to enjoy a basketball game or window shopping in the midst of this.