Yet another biblical donkey cart picks its way through the rubble canyons of Gaza.
These poor desperate people are caged-in and cannot escape. Some have been forced to move more than 20 times.
Yet another father carries the broken and bloodied bodies of his children while a mother wails her bottomless grief. Hundreds of starving people climb over each other for a dollop of soup. American bombs and missiles just keep raining down ‘like shooting fish in a barrel’, inflicting endless destruction and horror.
Deliberately targeting hospitals, schools, ’safe-zones’ and refugee camps to maximise trauma.
Drawing battle lines along religious tribalism – the most toxic projection of all.
Helpless to change anything except myself, I am tempted to do what many of my friends do and just turn away from all this. I am experiencing ‘compassion fatigue’, but I feel compelled to bear witness and allow the emotions to be felt, despite glazing over and feeling numb with the grinding repetition of it all.
For four decades The Echo has printed the stories some people loved, some people hated, and some pretended not to read. If you want us to keep telling the truth, the real truth, not the sugar-coated version. We’ll need your support to keep the presses rolling. 
