“Every person who has participated in a pro-Palestinian march, every university campus, every politician who marched over the Sydney Harbour Bridge in lockstep with Islamist fanatics, every single media commentator who has echoed some kind of sympathy for the Islamist, pro-Palestinian cause has blood on their hands today.” – Rowan Dean
History is repeating itself before our eyes.
Ayaan Hirsi Ali, the Somali-born, Dutch American activist and former politician has spoken about how, “a story is also a moment when you are forced to make choices.
“I think we find ourselves today, right now, in a moment where we have to make a moral choice. I sit here today and say I support Israel. No ifs. No buts. Unequivocal.”
There is only one side to take in all this – the side of the Jewish people.
No ifs. No buts.
As we know, the easiest position in any conflict is to ‘both sides’ the problem – the moral equivalence game. Australia’s Prime Minister, Anthony Albanese, plays this game all the time.
What we are now witnessing, in real time, is a clash of civilisations, a clash of cultures. A war between the civilised and the uncivilised, and only one can be allowed to win.
In Australia, the rupture was triggered by the October 7, 2023, massacre in Israel. Two days later, after the slaughter of over a thousand Jews, and before there was any response from the Israelis, hundreds gathered in front of the Sydney Opera House and chanted “gas the Jews”.
And the Albanese Government did nothing about it.
And off it went, like a wildfire.
Since October 7, the Albanese Government has condemned Israel, recognised Palestine, increased funding to the Hamas-controlled UN agencies in Gaza and imported thousands of Gazan ‘refugees’.
There’s no doubt whatsoever which side the Albanese Government is on.
Australia has joined the club – and should anyone doubt what comes next, we have only to look at Europe. This problem will continue to grow until it takes over our country.
Let me close this sad missive with a quotation from one of A.E. Housman’s poems in which he invokes a profound sense of loss for a bygone era:
‘Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows
What are those blue remembered hills
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content
I see it shining plain
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.’