2 – Steve Jacobson 1940 – 2024

By kp

Steve a.k.a. “Jake the Snake” was a people-booster within the radical scene — his focus was on the accomplishments, talents and needs of others over himself. Active in numerous liberation movements over 50 years, he loved dancing, loud flamboyant clothes and hats, and the diverse culture of the Bay Area. He loved his friends, and he let them know. He died May 12, 2024. 

Steve was born in in 1940 in Utica, New York. He was an agitator and a self-described jock from an early age, playing basketball and baseball, and becoming a championship golfer. He got his political education as a teenager from his Uncle Bill, a socialist and a writer. Bill had a vast library of political and philosophical writings, inspiring Steve to visit Cuba to see a “classless society,” and traveled in Central America for months at a time.

Steve moved to Los Aneles in 1964, going to Hollywood parties with Uncle Bill where he ended up teaching some of the stars and political activists golf skills. Steve was very proud of this.

When Steve moved to the Bay Area around 1968, he studied Buddhism and along with his then-wife Florence started a Tibetan Buddhist Center in Santa Monica, and then in the Santa Cruz Mountains. Becoming familiar with the Free Speech Movement and getting to know Mario Savio pulled him into activism. But first came extensive travel, inspired by Keruac’s “On the Road,” all around the US, and then extended stays in a Mayan village in Chiapas, where he developed his affinity, respect, and love for Indigenous people in the Americas.

In the late 80’s, Steve got involved with Earth First!, becoming a videographer, documenting speeches, actions and demonstrations in the Bay Area and Northern California. He rallied support for Earth First!ers Judi Bari and Darryl Cherney, targets of a nearly lethal bomb attack in 1990. He supported their lawsuit against the FBI and Oakland Police for violation of Constitutional rights when it finally came to trial in 2002 and won an activist victory over the FBI. 

Steve volunteered with the International Indian Treaty Council, and became involved with a group representing Indigenous people of South America — Aby Yala — and filmed visiting tribal leaders from Peru, Ecuador, and Colombia. 

Subsequently, Steve was active in the Occupy Movement, the Black Lives Matter movement, and several groups organizing against racist police brutality — including the Mario Woods Committee and the Oscar Grant Committee. He participated in support and actions for families who lost loved ones to police violence.

Steve always credited his interactions with Indigenous people and learning about earth-based spirituality and traditions for shaping his activism, sensibilities and ethics, values he held and acted on until the end.

Steve Jacobson 1940 – 2024

By kp

Steve a.k.a. “Jake the Snake” was a people-booster within the radical scene — his focus was on the accomplishments, talents and needs of others over himself. Active in numerous liberation movements over 50 years, he loved dancing, loud flamboyant clothes and hats, and the diverse culture of the Bay Area. He loved his friends, and he let them know. He died May 12, 2024. 

Steve was born in in 1940 in Utica, New York. He was an agitator and a self-described jock from an early age, playing basketball and baseball, and becoming a championship golfer. He got his political education as a teenager from his Uncle Bill, a socialist and a writer. Bill had a vast library of political and philosophical writings, inspiring Steve to visit Cuba to see a “classless society,” and traveled in Central America for months at a time.

Steve moved to Los Aneles in 1964, going to Hollywood parties with Uncle Bill where he ended up teaching some of the stars and political activists golf skills. Steve was very proud of this.

When Steve moved to the Bay Area around 1968, he studied Buddhism and along with his then-wife Florence started a Tibetan Buddhist Center in Santa Monica, and then in the Santa Cruz Mountains. Becoming familiar with the Free Speech Movement and getting to know Mario Savio pulled him into activism. But first came extensive travel, inspired by Keruac’s “On the Road,” all around the US, and then extended stays in a Mayan village in Chiapas, where he developed his affinity, respect, and love for Indigenous people in the Americas.

In the late 80’s, Steve got involved with Earth First!, becoming a videographer, documenting speeches, actions and demonstrations in the Bay Area and Northern California. He rallied support for Earth First!ers Judi Bari and Darryl Cherney, targets of a nearly lethal bomb attack in 1990. He supported their lawsuit against the FBI and Oakland Police for violation of Constitutional rights when it finally came to trial in 2002 and won an activist victory over the FBI. 

Steve volunteered with the International Indian Treaty Council, and became involved with a group representing Indigenous people of South America — Aby Yala — and filmed visiting tribal leaders from Peru, Ecuador, and Colombia. 

Subsequently, Steve was active in the Occupy Movement, the Black Lives Matter movement, and several groups organizing against racist police brutality — including the Mario Woods Committee and the Oscar Grant Committee. He participated in support and actions for families who lost loved ones to police violence.

Steve always credited his interactions with Indigenous people and learning about earth-based spirituality and traditions for shaping his activism, sensibilities and ethics, values he held and acted on until the end.

Steve Jacobson 1940 – 2024

By kp

Steve a.k.a. “Jake the Snake” was a people-booster within the radical scene — his focus was on the accomplishments, talents and needs of others over himself. Active in numerous liberation movements over 50 years, he loved dancing, loud flamboyant clothes and hats, and the diverse culture of the Bay Area. He loved his friends, and he let them know. He died May 12, 2024. 

Steve was born in in 1940 in Utica, New York. He was an agitator and a self-described jock from an early age, playing basketball and baseball, and becoming a championship golfer. He got his political education as a teenager from his Uncle Bill, a socialist and a writer. Bill had a vast library of political and philosophical writings, inspiring Steve to visit Cuba to see a “classless society,” and traveled in Central America for months at a time.

Steve moved to Los Aneles in 1964, going to Hollywood parties with Uncle Bill where he ended up teaching some of the stars and political activists golf skills. Steve was very proud of this.

When Steve moved to the Bay Area around 1968, he studied Buddhism and along with his then-wife Florence started a Tibetan Buddhist Center in Santa Monica, and then in the Santa Cruz Mountains. Becoming familiar with the Free Speech Movement and getting to know Mario Savio pulled him into activism. But first came extensive travel, inspired by Keruac’s “On the Road,” all around the US, and then extended stays in a Mayan village in Chiapas, where he developed his affinity, respect, and love for Indigenous people in the Americas.

In the late 80’s, Steve got involved with Earth First!, becoming a videographer, documenting speeches, actions and demonstrations in the Bay Area and Northern California. He rallied support for Earth First!ers Judi Bari and Darryl Cherney, targets of a nearly lethal bomb attack in 1990. He supported their lawsuit against the FBI and Oakland Police for violation of Constitutional rights when it finally came to trial in 2002 and won an activist victory over the FBI. 

Steve volunteered with the International Indian Treaty Council, and became involved with a group representing Indigenous people of South America — Aby Yala — and filmed visiting tribal leaders from Peru, Ecuador, and Colombia. 

Subsequently, Steve was active in the Occupy Movement, the Black Lives Matter movement, and several groups organizing against racist police brutality — including the Mario Woods Committee and the Oscar Grant Committee. He participated in support and actions for families who lost loved ones to police violence.

Steve always credited his interactions with Indigenous people and learning about earth-based spirituality and traditions for shaping his activism, sensibilities and ethics, values he held and acted on until the end.

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By kp

Steve a.k.a. “Jake the Snake” was a people-booster within the radical scene — his focus was on the accomplishments, talents and needs of others over himself. Active in numerous liberation movements over 50 years, he loved dancing, loud flamboyant clothes and hats, and the diverse culture of the Bay Area. He loved his friends, and he let them know. He died May 12, 2024. 

Steve was born in in 1940 in Utica, New York. He was an agitator and a self-described jock from an early age, playing basketball and baseball, and becoming a championship golfer. He got his political education as a teenager from his Uncle Bill, a socialist and a writer. Bill had a vast library of political and philosophical writings, inspiring Steve to visit Cuba to see a “classless society,” and traveled in Central America for months at a time.

Steve moved to Los Aneles in 1964, going to Hollywood parties with Uncle Bill where he ended up teaching some of the stars and political activists golf skills. Steve was very proud of this.

When Steve moved to the Bay Area around 1968, he studied Buddhism and along with his then-wife Florence started a Tibetan Buddhist Center in Santa Monica, and then in the Santa Cruz Mountains. Becoming familiar with the Free Speech Movement and getting to know Mario Savio pulled him into activism. But first came extensive travel, inspired by Keruac’s “On the Road,” all around the US, and then extended stays in a Mayan village in Chiapas, where he developed his affinity, respect, and love for Indigenous people in the Americas.

In the late 80’s, Steve got involved with Earth First!, becoming a videographer, documenting speeches, actions and demonstrations in the Bay Area and Northern California. He rallied support for Earth First!ers Judi Bari and Darryl Cherney, targets of a nearly lethal bomb attack in 1990. He supported their lawsuit against the FBI and Oakland Police for violation of Constitutional rights when it finally came to trial in 2002 and won an activist victory over the FBI. 

Steve volunteered with the International Indian Treaty Council, and became involved with a group representing Indigenous people of South America — Aby Yala — and filmed visiting tribal leaders from Peru, Ecuador, and Colombia. 

Subsequently, Steve was active in the Occupy Movement, the Black Lives Matter movement, and several groups organizing against racist police brutality — including the Mario Woods Committee and the Oscar Grant Committee. He participated in support and actions for families who lost loved ones to police violence.

Steve always credited his interactions with Indigenous people and learning about earth-based spirituality and traditions for shaping his activism, sensibilities and ethics, values he held and acted on until the end.

2 – Dean Tuckerman 1952-2024

By dress wedding

The world and our Bay Area anarchist community lost the feisty and wondrous Dean Tuckerman on May 30, 2024. Born in Philadelphia on March 28, 1952, his mother imparted to him that he should think highly of himself, despite his challenges with cerebral palsy, and not take shit from anyone. Dean moved to New York City in the early 1970’s to join the Yippie! (Youth International Party) at the infamous Bleecker Street household. He installed himself as the greeter, helping new comrades figure out how to help the cause or find their way around town. He was assigned to attaining permits for events, as his inimitable and persistent style left typical bureaucrats racing to find a way to get him out of their offices quickly. He helped organize many Yippie! marijuana smoke-ins on the White House lawn in Washington DC. According to his long-time friend Mitchell Halberstadt, Dean was one of most emotionally and spiritually strong people he ever knew. 

Dean provided decades of legal support, as a contact and a paralegal, whether he himself was in or out of jail. This applied both to political cases and to marijuana cases. He attended numerous National Lawyers Guild national conferences and was likely a member.

When he first arrived on the West Coast in the early 80’s, Dean lived in a variety of SROs in the Tenderloin and the East Bay. After getting his own apartment near Ashby BART, Dean let numerous friends and comrades crash in his living room, some for months at a time. He was a fixture at the Long Haul and at every sort of anarchist and gay political action in the Bay Area. 

Around 2012, he moved to Bellingham to be near his close friend, “movement” attorney Larry Hildes and his wife Karen. Karen died of a brain tumor in 2019, and Larry died a year or two later of congestive heart failure. That left Dean fairly isolated in WA state, living in a studio apartment in a high-rise for seniors and disabled people.

Dean came to the Bay Area last April for the Folsom Street Fair and the Anarchist Book Fair. Finding himself stumbling, he tried to get admitted to SF General Hospital but was turned away. After he fell and hurt himself, he was brought to UCSF in an ambulance and admitted with no real diagnosis and fairly comatose. After weeks of little improvement, the State of California shirked the costly medical expense by having him flown back to Seattle, where he remained in a hospital, away from his community and friends, until his death. 

Presente Dean Tuckerman

What is Remembered Lives!

1 – A retreat to advance – reflections on the student intifada

By Hazel Uber Kellogg

I’ll call it a balmy Berkeley day at the end of August. Balmy like the gentle heat that makes every inch of skin bead with sweat like ointment you can’t get off, balmed but not sweltering. Of course the day was populated with many San Franciscan visitors and companions who weren’t used to making such a distinction, reminding me of my cloud-deprived envy. But for now let’s just say it was balmy during the two-day retreat for student organizers planning their next steps in the fight for a free Palestine and an end to U.S. aid for the genocide.

The first day I arrived late, during lunch and the busy ingestion of lamb and falafel wraps. Those who finished first were in a hurry to roll their own cigarettes. As the day’s trainings and workshops progressed I was impressed by their commitment to smoking at every one of the frequent 15 minute breaks, which were necessary to fight the creeping fatigue of summer afternoons.

It is difficult to describe what happened those two days. In part, because the emotions and the energy of the retreat encompass several competing truths, none of which are overtaken or undermined by the others. On the one hand, gathering as we did was certainly exciting, revelatory even: the distant sparks of more than half a dozen bay area campuses coming together to turn on the light of resistance. I can’t possibly overstate the feeling that permeated the space, that also hung over the encampments last spring. I think I’ll call it purpose, the only thing that could convince so many people to abandon the routines they try so hard to establish just to bash their heads against the wall of an institution that maintains at every level that it is not culpable nor responsible for such “foreign affairs.” At the same time, the retreat consisted of about 18 hours of near continuous exertion, in the heat of the summer and, for many, amidst the frenzy of the opening weeks of school. Between the teeth of wide smiles one could clearly see the wedge of a somber reality: to meet in this way is work. It is not, however, the work of our everyday, to please or satiate the owners of property we all seem inescapably indebted to. It is not the work of wages or hours. It is work of many lifetimes. And you could feel that fact, you could feel the dead scrambling for seats all the way up the walls, our posthumous audience of martyrs and innocents, organizers and agitators — all pretending to hold their ghostly breath, I’m sure — watching us, waiting to see what we can build with the scraps of dreams and poetry they left behind.

The Palestinian Youth Movement grounds us, the world is waiting to see what its students will do. Students are those who study, right? We have combed history, delegates from every school report, hinting at progress from their summer intensives. We all read Trinity of Fundamentals by Wisam Rafeedie. Snippets from SNCC appear on the projector screen. The dangerous effects of the Taft-Hartley Act are considered well known, as some matters are settled by a mention of its name followed by a, “well, y’know.” Name an anti-war action from the last century, someone in the room knows about it, even though none of us were alive for it. We have only done our best to do what we have always been told, to keep learning, and never tire of it.

We need to act. Otherwise we cannot continue to learn. The encampments came from that impetus — a tactic we all knew was far from perfect. The camps stretched us to our limits, they made us squabble and lose sleep (although the Arabic aunties and uncles, among others, kept us more well-fed than most college students could ever manage for themselves, and we love them for that). The students’ actions then were surely inadvisable, but they were necessary for what is happening now. They were necessary, in order to speak as organizers involved with the struggle when before we spoke as enraged idealists. We had to act, because we felt to do nothing would be to sacrifice our humanity. What is a humanity that doesn’t keep learning?

Now, as the blur of violence contorts our sense of compassion — holding it in this interminable position of stress like collective, mental sahat al-shabeh — we are also watching the criminalization of houselessness unfolding in our state. The contrast of cold air and warm chatter around the SF civic center at night is now replaced by the wailing of sonic crowd dispersers. The students themselves are watching a new wave of austerity grip their schools with substantial cuts to departments of philosophy, ethnic studies, and art accompanying an ever-rising tuition. At USF, the music classes are being replaced by private tutors that students must pay for out-of-pocket. And departmental cuts go hand-in-hand with the tactics of repression schools are using to prevent another action like the encampments; UC schools now have a system-wide ban on facemasks. Yes, a ban on the very equipment that was mandated not three years ago to combat COVID, despite the fact that COVID is most definitely still here, still infecting people because of our unwillingness to slow or augment our status quo even slightly to allow our old, our young, and our immunocompromised to participate in society without risk of repeated infection.

All these tactics to counter the movement are not lessons, they are more like shackles. But it will not work. Because the Student Intifada understands its role is, and always was to ignite broader resistance, and a new education. This new education the students have formulated does not stay within the walls of any institution, it is public property. It is that which the “owners” of property do not understand. It is the need to live. 

That is why I cherish these sad smiles the students give me, and their tired eyes. Because they understand, or else they would be somewhere else, that what we are doing, as a nation, supporting this or any war is not living. It is not living when a portion of the love we pour into our work must go to putting bullets in the guns aimed at people we have never met. Living is when we can decide for ourselves what work is worthwhile, and not live chained to a job because it pays off that interminable debt we call rent. That is why I trust them, those now experienced idealists, when they say, with the conviction of stone along the faultline, “None of us will be free, until all of us are free.” Because like that stone they see no reason to lie flat when the world is in need of change, but plunge into the sky, immersing themselves in the work of mountains. These are the children of many nations. Above all, they are the sons and daughters America has prayed for — true patriots that do not take this country to be a succulent up on the shelf, good to look at but not to touch. They are the thoughtful ones who see the roots that are decadently rotting, who will give this country and the world fresh, fertile soil to grow in.

If you understand anything about Palestine today, you will understand that these students need your help. They will need the resources you can offer, yes, but more than that they will need your heart to go with them. They will need the wealth and openness of your mind. They will need the fire which only you can kindle in your soul. Because we will free Palestine, and that will only be the beginning of our struggle.

Start now. Talk about Palestine and talk about our country. However much you make this genocide the issue of your friends, family, and co-workers — because it should be the issue of your friends, your family, and your co-workers — talk about America too. Talk twice as much. Talk like I see these students talk: for hours on end, throwing themselves against the wall of divestment, and then go home and talk more about the situation of Congo, Sudan, the Philippines, Utah… And when you are exhausted, eat, and study, and sleep so you can wake up and do it again. Talk about the skills we have forgotten. Talk about the way our isolation from our neighbors breeds redundancy and waste. Talk about how we can begin to take back enough knowledge of the land and ourselves that we can truly begin to take care of each other. Talk about how and why and when you are going to do these things, because if you do not have an actionable plan you are not done talking, and once you’ve carried it out you’ll only have more to do. Talk so that all of us can learn how to talk well enough to cast a vote in a world-wide conversation about what system we truly want to live by.

And then wake up, and do it again. There will be a strike soon. Don’t scab.

1 – Economic grow is a psy-op; Degrowth now!

By Sirkka and Antonio 

You’ve likely heard the phrase ‘economic growth.’ It’s possible you might even understand it to be, generally, a good thing – if a bit abstract. It seems to have some correlation with the popularity of current political leaders, or something… the rent is still too high, though, and, man, groceries are so expensive these days! Wait, what is economic growth again? 

Well, as it turns out, economic growth – a buzzword that seems to be taken for granted as ‘good’ and ‘correct’ by both blue and red professional politicians – is a bad deal for most of the people of the world. [Don’t just take our word for it: see the resource list at the end of this article.] But we are in luck! There is an emerging framework and movement that explicitly critiques and condemns the cult of infinite growth: this is the idea of degrowth.

‘Degrowth’ is a term that is gaining traction in certain academic and economic policy circles, but the usefulness of the degrowth framework transcends these somewhat insular conversations. Degrowth is both an economic framework which challenges the idea of infinite growth, and also a critique of the ways of lifeencouraged by growth-obsessed capitalism – as such, it presents an opportunity for each of us to reflect and, perhaps, feel empowered to live differently. 

Those in favor of degrowth seek to challenge the notion that economic growth (basically defined as an increase in the rate of production of goods and services in an economy, normally measured as “Gross Domestic Product” or GDP) is inherently positive or, frankly, necessary. Do we need more stuff always and forever? Or is there such a thing as enough? Importantly, degrowth also points to the way that the enrichment of wealthy countries (as evidenced in such countries’ GDP) historically and today is the result of a capitalist-colonial pillaging of the world’s resources and the deliberate impoverishment of the global South. Degrowth is also, ultimately, an ecological critique. It points out that a frenzied pursuit of infinite growth isn’t a sane approach to sustaining life on a finite planet. In fact, this logic of ever-increasing extraction in the name of profit has directly caused the ecological crises we are now experiencing. Human society, if it is to be sustainable, needs to exist within the material limits of the biosphere. 

Building upon these critiques, the degrowth perspective argues that we must reject economic “growth” as a societal goal and think differently about measuring the health of an economy. Further, we must address the inequalities created by historic and contemporary imperialism. In the face of an evident ecological crisis, with the many social and political crises that it spawns, degrowth helps us chart a path forward that actually takes the history of colonial inequality into consideration – that assesses the root of the problem. It is an analysis of the environmental crisis that brings capitalism and imperialism into the crosshairs.

Wealthy countries in the global North, such as the so-called united states, have contributed the most to the climate crisis and environmental degradation and owe a debt to the global South. Calls for debt repayment have been made for decades by movements and scholars of the South, from Guyanese activist Walter Rodney calling out Europe’s “underdevelopment” of Africa, to the 2010 “Cochabamba agreement,” an assertion of climate justice that emerged as the result of 30,000 people from over 100 countries taking part in the World People’s Conference on Climate Change and the Rights of Mother Earth in Bolivia. 

Degrowth is one way to conceptualize the payment of that debt. By degrowing the harmful parts of its own economies, while providing funding, technologies, and other resources to the South as reparations or repayment of that debt, the North can free up ‘ecological space’ so that countries in the global South can adequately respond to the climate crisis. This may look like a self-directed infrastructural, economic, and cultural development to adapt to this new ‘normal.’ 

While some may advocate for this shift through existing policy avenues, we believe, at this point, it would require an end to the u.s. war machine and the economic domination that it upholds. Truthfully, a tall order. But given what we’ve been seeing with the u.s.-israel genocide in Gaza – a deadly demonstration of the u.s.’s stranglehold on global politics – we need to fucking end the u.s. war machine. It is realistically a safer bet for life on earth than waiting for change to come through electoralism or minor policy reforms. Now is not the time to languish within the ‘politically feasible,’ as dictated by our capitalist overlords. 

While the ‘ecological debt’ aspect of degrowth might feel systemic and global, the solutions that degrowth offers at the local scale to reorient economic activity away from extraction and treadmills of consumption are also communal, grassroots, and in many ways anarchistic in orientation. As readers of Slingshot, you are likely already familiar with some of these practices. For instance, degrowth proposes worker cooperatives, urban farming, “sharing” (or “library”) economies, and other things that anarchists already participate in, as a way to slow down commodity-consumption and rethink our economic priorities. 

But what, ultimately, is the economy? It can feel so abstract, but Movement Generation’s “Just Transition” zine provides this grounded definition: “eco” comes from the Greek word oikos meaning home, so “eco-nomy,” they write, “means management of home. How we organize our relationships in a place, ideally, to take care of the place and each other. But “management of home” can be good or bad, depending on how you do it and to what ends. The purpose of our economy could be turning land, life and labor into property for a few, or returning land, life and labor into a balanced web of stable relationships.”1

We wonder: what would life look like in a degrowth world? How can we imagine our economy differently? How could we tend to our “home” and manage our “resources”? Those in favor of growth-based economics would argue that degrowth would mean a life of sacrifice and self-denial. This is a very unimaginative view, and is based first of all on ignoring the fact that existing wealth and resources are currently hoarded by those at the top, so economic growth doesn’t inherently mean growth for you. But the view also relies on the fallacy that infinite material affluence (more stuff) means infinite happiness, when we know that, past the point of comfortably meeting your life needs, money and happiness decouple. (This has been studied extensively since it was first discussed in the 1970s, for more information look up the “Easterlin Paradox.”2) You don’t need to be an economist or a policy-maker to be knowledgeable about degrowth, or to take action in alignment with this philosophy. If you do things like garden, share meals with friends, dumpster dive, borrow things from the library, host clothing swaps, commute via bike, or even buy furniture secondhand, what you are practicing is part of a degrowth world. Even further, if you suspect that the point of your existence isn’t to work a random job, but instead to pursue a meaningful connection to your community, or get to know the ecological network you live within, or even to have enough time to develop your craft or vocation… degrowth might provide an economic framework to support you in that endeavor. 

As this essay hopefully illustrates, degrowth is a theoretical insight that is encouragingly disruptive. But, ultimately, degrowth has its basis in a fairly common-sense idea: that the endless accumulation of commodity-products isn’t the best or most fulfilling way to live a life. And it reminds us that (at the societal scale) economies don’t necessarily need to be set up in a way that encourages corporations to maximize profit, undercut workers, and destroy the environment. Perhaps most importantly, it suggests that we can act now and in many small ways to build a degrowth world, even if that world’s full achievement would also require a larger social revolution. Let’s try for both!

Resources:

  • Article: “Degrowth is Anti-Capitalist” by Nishikant Sheorey, in Protean Magazine
  • Book: “The Future is Degrowth: A Guide to a World Beyond Capitalism” by Matthias Schmelzer, Aaron Vansintjan and Andrea Vetter
  • Book: “Slow Down” by Kohei Saito

1 movementgeneration.org/justtransition/

2 en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easterlin_paradox

1 – End of rape is the end of empire

The end of rape is the end of empire
By Y. Cessna

Here in the imperial core, the cascading circumstances of world imbalance ask of us not to turn away. We must, as a point of beginning, bear witness. As such, this piece does include descriptions of acts of sexual violence.

It’s been circling in my head for a long while, I’m pulling down the words. What I choose to place here will be incomplete. Perhaps like many of us, I have read some of the reports of sexual abuse emerging from survivors in Palestine, particularly those outpouring from detention sites, and I am reminded of the necessary work that awaits the movement to end sexual violence. This piece aims to examine how sexual violence is woven into the logic of empire and genocide in the occupation of Palestine, and pose a call that echoes that which has endured throughout resistance movements in and outside of Palestine: to envision the end of rape, we must envision the end of empire itself. 

Sexual violence has emerged as one of the focal points of the morality politics of the ongoing genocide in Palestine. As news cycles place sexual violence perpetrated against Israeli women and girls on October 7th above the fold, heads of state in Israel and the United States alike have pointed to these acts to garner support for armed retaliation against Palestinians. Widespread reports of acts of sexual violence committed by Israeli soldiers against Palestinian men, women, and children, however, have received asymmetrical attention in the media. 

Andrea Smith perhaps phrased it best. Colonialism “is itself structured by the logic of sexual violence.”1 The history of rape is intertwined with the history of colonization; this understanding has been obscured by its characterization in the antirape and public feminist movements. Dominant discussions of rape, particularly those in the US, which exports its feminisms worldwide (a la “#MeToo”), typically center discussion of rape as an act of the interpersonal, as the realization of patriarchy’s most extreme possibility. Solutions to harm usually turn around a carceral feminist call for rapists to be locked behind bars, a line of thought that falls in line with long-held understandings of rape in a criminal-legal framework. From a historical perspective, rape, for the most part, for most of recorded time, has existed in a legal context; some of the earliest surviving written laws contend with what punishment awaits should an act of rape occur. Such analysis is incapable of contending with the central relationship between rape as a tool of war, as a tool of genocide, as such acts rarely enter the courtroom.

Militaries across context, across time have historically considered rape as a legitimate consequence of war.2 One of the first major examinations of rape to gain mainstream attention that dealt in part with this was Susan Brownmiller’s 1975 book Against Our Will, which for our purposes here has two useful takeaways: rape was first conceived in the criminal-legal context as a property crime, usually against the survivor’s father; and rape has long been a tool of warfare that typically escapes documentation but has been regarded as a necessary byproduct of conflict, an act of aggression from the “winning” side against women.3 Angela Davis, in Women, Race, and Class, pushes beyond the limitations of Brownmiller’s work, which has long been critiqued as racist and essentialist, to draw connections between militarized conflict, perceived racial inferiority, and the situating of the rape of women on the other side of conflict as a “necessary military duty.”4 It was the U.S. military’s “unwritten policy” to impose a systematic campaign of rape, as rape represented an “extremely effective weapon of mass terrorism.”5 Increasingly, rape during armed conflict is understood not as a consequence of war but as a deliberate military strategy.6

The question of sexual violence in armed conflict is one that tangles threads of national identity, conceptualizations of property, and enforced ideas of gender forged through the legacies of settler colonialism. But more than one of the mere “spoils” of war, rape is a tool of genocide, and has been deployed as such in countless campaigns of elimination. Sexual violence is employed as an instrument of terror as part of the forced dispossession of lands, as a tactic of abuse against civilians of all genders, and further as an act meant to limit the reproductive potential of a particular group of people, all hallmarks of a deliberate operation of destruction aimed at a particular group of people.7 As stated by Palestinian scholar and advocate Nadera Shalhoub-Kevorkian, who this year was arrested by the Israeli police for her public condemnation of the ongoing genocide, “our efforts — as feminist activists and as global and local activists — must begin with an examination of global, imperialist, economic power.”8

Decades before the state of Israel was founded, Palestinians organized an “overt and explicit” movement of resistance that continues to this day.9 When considering the history of anti-rape and sexual violence response work in Palestine, an examination that too deserves a much more spacious examination than provided here, such advocacy has often been tied to women’s movements in some way, which in Palestine date back to at least 1929.10 While historians differ on exact timelines, national liberation and social liberation have been an intertwined force within the Palestinian women’s movement and anti-rape and sexual violence response work for decades, with organizers pushing for the understanding that the women’s and feminist movements “could not stress national liberation while divorcing it from social liberation.”11 The movement began to more openly deal with sexual abuse beginning in the late 1980s, with more resources routed to support and document instances of sexual violence against Palestinians; the first crisis line to support Palestnian survivors of sexual violence, the Al-Aman hotline, was started by Palestinian women in 1994.12 While anti-rape work extends beyond the lens of gender to encompass an anti-violence framework, it is crucial to recognize the ongoing legacies of resistance, both within and external to the women’s movement, that have shaped active struggle against the Israeli occupation.

[CW: the following paragraphs contain descriptions of graphic violence.]

The Israeli military has waged a continuing campaign of sexual violence as part of the colonization of Palestine since the Nakba in 1948. David Ben-Gurion, one of the founding leaders of the state of Israel, called for the rape of Palestinian women and girls as part of the process of colonization, and documented such acts by Zionist paramilitaries in his diaries.13 The archive corroborates such acts of violence. An eyewitness to the Deir Yassin massacre on April 9th, 1948 later reported that “women were raped before the eyes of their children before being murdered and dumped down the well;” Zionist paramilitaries shot a pregnant woman and ripped her unborn baby from her womb with a butcher’s knife.14 An investigation spearheaded by the British concluded that at Deir Yassin “sexual atrocities” were commonplace during the process of ethnic cleansing, documenting that “many young schoolgirls were raped and later slaughtered.”15

Many such acts have been documented by Israeli soldiers themselves, though these records are beginning to disappear from state archives as the state of Israel seeks to minimize evidence of the Nakba.16 Such documents persist, such as this unmarked, undated excerpt that describes the Safsaf massacre, which took place on October 29th, 1948. 52 men were caught, tied them to one another, dug a pit and shot them. 10 were still twitching. Women came, begged for mercy. Found bodies of 6 elderly men. There were 61 bodies. 3 cases of rape, one east of from Safed, girl of 14, 4 men shot and killed. From one they cut off his fingers with a knife to take the ring.

The above are fragments of what was a systematic deployment of sexual violence during the Nakba; rape and the threat of rape were used to dispossess indigenous inhabitants of their homelands and contributed to the mass killings and forced exodus of Palestinians in the years surrounding 1948.

In the decades since, the campaign of sexual violence has been unceasing. There exist extensive oral history archives that document a continuing deployment of sexual violence.17 Israeli soldiers during and after the First Intifada (1987-1993) used rape or the threat of rape to extract “security information” from Palestinian women, a process that has been named Isqat, the “downfall.”18 Such abuses exist in all corners of the occupation, from checkpoints to house raids to jail visitations to detention sites, and have prompted Palestinians to orchestrate networks of care in response, including crisis lines and shelters to support survivors of sexual abuse. In the commonplace practice of detaining Palestinians, particularly Palestinian men, the Israeli state regularly subjects detainees to a systematic campaign of sexual abuse and humiliation, a practice that stretches back decades.19As hundreds of Palestinian children are imprisoned in Israeli detention centers, a 2014 report estimated that nearly 40% are thought to experience sexual abuse at the hands of Israeli authorities, with many forced to strip naked while detained.20 At the Moscovia Detention Centre in West Jerusalem, reports emerged that in 2018 an Israeli guard raped a 15 year-old boy with an object before interrogating him for four hours.21

In the past year, in the Sde Teiman military base, where thousands of Gazans have been imprisoned, detainees have reported repeated sexual abuse at the hands of prison guards. A group of nine Israeli soldiers raped a Palestinian man, as shown in security footage that circulated in August 2024; another video circulated of a rabbi blessing one of the same Israeli soldiers involved in the group rape. The detainee was hospitalized with lung damage and ruptured bowels, among other injuries.22 Sexual abuse is part of a systematic campaign of violence in sites of detention; at Sde Teiman alone, Palestinians detainees have reported that Israeli soldiers have forced them to strip naked, grabbed and beaten their genitals, and committed anal rape and acts of group rape.23 An unreleased UNRWA report revealed Israeli guards have raped multiple Palestinian detainees using an electrified metal pole, killing at least one man.24 Such accounts are pouring out of Israeli detention sites. For just as many that have been documented, there remain countless others. 

Such violence has continually been justified as necessary for the creation and preservation of the Israeli state; to give a complete account necessitates a far larger footprint than the scope of this article. Such violence continues to be justified in those ways now. The head of the IDF’s military rabbinate, Rabbi Iyal Krim, has claimed that the Torah permits rape against non-Jewish women in times of war.25 Hanoch Milwidsky, lawmaker and member of Netanyahu’s Likud party, has defended the abuses at Sde Teiman: when asked if it was legitimate to rape detainees, he responded that against the Palestinian resistance, “Yes! Everything is legitimate to do! Everything!”26

Empire is empire; empire is global. The state of Israel is the largest cumulative beneficiary of U.S. foreign aid since its founding, receiving more than $310 billion from the pockets of the U.S. government, the majority of such aid taking the form of US-produced weaponry and military equipment.27 The United States and Israel have been in lockstep for decades, becoming more intertwined particularly after 9/11, with U.S. president Bush and Israeli prime minister Sharon publicly aligning to counter “terrorism.”28 While the U.S. military and the Israeli military are distinct in many ways, namely that the U.S. military is a voluntary, professionalized force and the Israeli Defense Force is draft-based, the two entities regularly ally to train together. This enduring partnership has yielded exchange of tactics from long-range airstrikes, electronic attacks, maritime strategy, and use of force; some tactics of brutality employed by the cops in the U.S. stem directly from the IDF.2930Particularly since 2022, there has been a strategic focus within U.S. Central Command (CENTCOM), the linchpin of U.S. military operations in southwest Asia & North Africa, to maintain the “longstanding, ironclad partnership with the IDF,” as stated by U.S. CENTCOM commander Michael Kurilla.31 The largest US-Israeli joint military exercise, Juniper Oak 23.2, was completed in January of 2023, with approximately 6,400 U.S. service members training together with 1,500 Israeli troops.32

The United States and the state of Israel have a distinct but shared history of apartheid and often share logics of control. Both state apparatuses have deployed rape as a tool of genocide since their founding, and continue to enact such abuse on scales encompassing international conflict and as a cornerstone of the domestic carceral systems. The pitfalls of the movement to end sexual violence in the United States merit, and have received, separate examination; still, it is these shortcomings, namely a narrow focus on rape as an act between individuals separate from systems, omission of discussions of rape in the prison system, in which at least 200,000 inmates are sexually assaulted each year behind bars,33 and the U.S. military, in which U.S. soldiers both rape civilians during armed conflict as well as assault their fellow servicepersons, that prevent us from mobilizing a legitimate vision of the end of such abuses on a global scale. Many have called upon the movement to expand its analysis for decades; this work only grows more pressing. 

At time of publication the Israeli state is continuing its operation of atrocity and terror at Sde Teiman with no sign of ceasing. The detention camp has drawn comparison to the horrors of Abu Ghraib during the U.S.-led genocide in Iraq, where detainees too faced a campaign of sexual violence, including forced stripping and rape, among other abuses. Too often, here in the United States, rape is considered an act between individuals separate from systems. It is this myopia that prevents the movement to end sexual violence from legitimately staking a claim into a liberatory future. As emphasized by many, to end sexual violence on a global scale we must move beyond an engrained sense of violence as only interpersonal; such thinking obscures the role of the state. Crucial is the adoption of the long-held understanding, as stated and theorized by advocates across time, across the world, in and outside of Palestine, of rape as a key tool of settler colonialism and genocide. 

As I write this, it has been 27,866 days – 76 years – of a systematic campaign of elimination waged by the Israeli state against the Palestinian people. A world in which sexual violence ends (such a world must be possible, we must believe it to be so) must be in turn a world without empire.

1 Andrea Smith, “Not an Indian Tradition: The Sexual Colonization of Native Peoples,” Hypatia 18, no. 2 (2003): 70

2 Women2000, Sexual Violence and Armed Conflict: United Nations Response Published to Promote the Goals of the Beijing Declaration and the Platform for Action (United Nations Division for the Advancement of Women Department of Economic and Social Affairs, 1998),

3 Susan Brownmiller, Against Our Will: Men, Women and Rape (Simon & Schuster, 1975), 27.

4 Angela Davis, Women, Race and Class (Random House, 1981), 177.

5 Davis, Women, Race and Class, 177.

6 Amnesty International, “Lives Blown Apart: Crimes Against Women in Times of Conflict,” (2004), 15.

7 Jonathan M.H. Short, “Sexual Violence as Genocide: The Developing Law of International Criminal Tribunals and the International Criminal Court,” Michigan Journal of Race and Law 8, no. 503 (2003): 509-510

8 Nadera Shalhoub-Kevorkian, Militarization and Violence Against Women in Conflict Zones in the Middle East: A Palestinian Case-Study (Cambridge University Press, 2009), 109.

9 Ibid., 8.

10 Ellen L. Fleischmann, “The Emergence of the Palestinian Women’s Movement, 1929-39,” Journal of Palestine Studies 29, no. 3 (2000), 16.

11 Shalhoub-Kevorkian, Militarization and Violence, 11.

12 Shalhoub-Kevorkian, Militarization and Violence, 71.

13 Nadera Shalhoub-Kevorkian et al., “Sexual Violence, Women’s Bodies, and Israeli Settler Colonialism,” Jadaliyya, November 17th, 2014

14 Ibid.

15 State of Palestine Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Expatriates, “Gender Based Violence,” The Arms Trade Treaty, n.d.

16 Hagar Shezaf, “Burying the Nakba: How Israel Systematically Hides Evidence of 1948 Expulsion of Arabs,” Haaretz, July 5th, 2019.

17 See: Lynd, S., S. Bahour, and A. Lynd (eds) 1994. Homeland: Oral Histories of Palestine and Palestinians. New York: Olive Branch.

18 Shalhoub-Kevorkian, Militarization and Violence, 15.

19 Daniel J.N. Weishut, “Sexual Torture of Palestinian Men by Israeli Authorities,” Reproductive Health Matters 23, no. 46 (2015): 71. 

20 International Middle East Media Centre, reported via Middle East Children’s Alliance, “Israel: 240 Palestinian Children ‘Sexually Abused’ in Jersualem Detention Centres, Group Claims,” December 2nd, 2014, 

21 Defense for Children International Palestine, “Israeli interrogator sexually assaults Palestinian child detainee,” February 10th, 2021.

22 Lisa Hajjar and Basil Farraj, “State Secrets and Crimes — Rape at Israel’s Sde Teiman Prison,” Middle East Research and Information Project, August 14th, 2024.

23 B’Tselem, “Welcome to Hell: The Israeli Prison System as a Network of Torture Camps,” B’Tselem, August 2024, 44-62.

24 Patrick Kingsley and Bilal Shbair, “Inside the Base where Israel has Detained Thousands of Gazans,” New York Times, June 6th, 2024.

25 Ferdoos Abed-Rabo Al Issa and Elizabeth Beck, “Sexual Violence as a War Weapon in Conflict Zones: Palestinian Women’s Experience Visiting Loved Ones in Prisons and Jails,” Journal of Women and Social Work (2020): 4.

26 Deborah Patta and Tucker Reals, “Israeli lawmaker defends alleged rape of Hamas prisoner as far-right protestors rage over IDF troops’ detention,” CBS News, July 30th, 2024.

27 Johnathan Masters and Will Merrow, “U.S. Aid to Israel in Four Charts,” Council on Foreign Relations, May 31st, 2024.

28 U.S. Department of State, “President Bush Discusses Middle East Peace with Prime Minister Sharon,” July 29th, 2003.

29 David Vergun, “Largest U.S.-Israeli Exercise in History Concludes,” U.S. Department of Defense, January 26th, 2023.

30 Jewish Institute for National Security of America, “Law Enforcement Exchange Program Conferences,” (2009).

31 U.S. Central Command, “Press Release: U.S. Central Command Engaged with Israeli Defense Forces,” November 16th, 2022.

32 Vergun.

33 Allen J. Beck et. al, “Sexual Victimization in Prisons and Jails Reported by Inmates, 2011-12,” Bureau of Justice Statistics, May 2013.

2 – Introduction to issue #141

Slingshot is an independent radical newspaper published in Berkeley since 1988. 

At a support rally for a prisoner friend, it feels unclear what tone to adopt. Are we getting together in joyous celebration of our comrade? To mourn their captivity? To vent anger with the state? Are we strong or are we defeated? What is the appropriate tone for solidarity? Is this part of how alienation operates; making us feel like we’re wrong to act naturally?

Many times we put these sorts of self-conscious doubts aside and aim our hearts and body to eradicate suffering; towards steady, sturdy, buoyant defiance; seeking freedom for ourselves and others. On this day, however, someone mentions that they feel like they’re at a funeral, gravely powerless over our friend’s imprisonment and potentially lifelong sentencing. How can we honor both our collective strength and solidarity as well as these heavy feelings of grief and hopelessness? We want to be present to it all.

What is the appropriate tone for solidarity? Solidarity is not expressed in affect, but in action. Solidarity is listening, unselfish. We are relentlessly discovering solidarity. We are fighting to stop the construction of cop cities. We are divesting from the nonprofit industrial complex. We are taking back our power from the consumer culture which entraps us. We are naming rape as essential to empire and empire as essential to rape. We are demanding a world without war. We are asking each other to act responsibly, even when we aren’t solely responsible. We are keeping channels of communication open even when we don’t know exactly what to say or how to act.

Finding a rebel community, figuring out where you fit it and doing your part can be transformative. Being on your own is isolating – it’s easy to be self-critical. Capitalism and its media offer consumerism and entertainment to distract you from the real questions that lead to meaning. Joining the freaks can be the difference between creating a sweaty underground festival in an abandoned train station vs. going to the mall or watching TV. Diving into DIY experiences can help change your mood from powerlessness, resignation and just floating through life to being part of something larger than yourself. Realizing your creative potential promotes a focused yet relaxed feeling of possibility, self-acceptance and knowing what your life means. It can be a self-reinforcing process – freeing your time and spirit to work on enhancing community enlarges your scene and frees those around you and yourself. 

Since our last issue, the University of California began all-out construction of a $400 million dorm upon People’s Park after the California Supreme Court rejected a lawsuit filed to protect the park. Construction is happening within an absurd 17 foot tall wall built out of 160 double stacked shipping containers — a massive show of force demonstrating how scared UC is of protests against the project. The struggle over the park has never just been over 2 acres of land. We maintain our demand for a city and a world that values freedom, beauty, love and the earth — not just obedience, concrete and greed. Fuck the UC and long live People’s Park. 

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a10 – We teach life

The genocide in Gaza changes everything

By Elia J. Ayoub

thefirethesetimes.com / iwritestuff.blog

CW: extreme violence of all kind, genocide

Every day, it seems, someone I know has been murdered. And if not them, a relative or friend or neighbors of theirs. To name but one: Refaat Alareer, a gentle soul and lover of literature, was murdered alongside his brother, nephew sister and three nieces by the Israeli state which “surgically bombed out of the entire building.” The Israelis told him where to go, and then bombed the entire building just to take out one academic who said bad things about them on social media. The moral depravity of it all. I can’t keep up. By various degrees of separations, I’m surrounded by so many deaths, and yet I’m one of the lucky ones — I’m in Switzerland, and the worst I have to deal with is racism and censorship and grief. 

The Israelis have done everything in their power to prevent information from coming out, murdering at least 103 journalists according to Reporters Without Borders — an extraordinary crime against humanity in itself. But Gazans have continued to live-stream and document as much as they can, in the hope that this moves the world to do something, anything, to stop Israel from ‘finishing’ this genocide as so many in Netanyahu’s administration clearly wish to do — or as Trump put it, ‘finishing the problem,’ the Palestinian question. 

What keeps me going is this: amidst of all this carnage Gazans are still trying to save one another from the might of one of the world’s most powerful armies. A nurse was forced to choose which premature baby was most likely to survive the lack of oxygen, leaving the others behind after being told by the Israelis that they would be safe; they were not, and a journalist discovered the rotting corpses two weeks later. A child died after his parents tried to mix animal feed with water to make ‘bread’ to avoid starvation, a desperate measure countless families have since had to resort to. Palestinians are lining up almost anywhere in Gaza for food, which didn’t prevent the Israelis from opening fire, killing at least 112 and wounding 750 more in southwest Gaza. 

Besides the Assadist destruction of Aleppo and the Putinist destruction of Mariupol, no event in recent years has made it clearer to me that “hope is a discipline”, to quote Mariame Kaba. People are still trying, because they have to. To quote Palestinian poet Rafeef Ziadah, “we teach life, sir!” 

At the time of writing, 9 March 2024, some 60% of houses in Gaza are either partially or completely destroyed, amounting to the crime of domicide. A large part of the population — including over 90% of children — is at risk of mass starvation, the direct result of Israel’s policy of starvation as a weapon of war, which is a crime against humanity. Some 17,000 children have already been left orphaned, and are referred to by the acronym WCNSF – wounded child, no surviving family. The World Health Organization recommends a minimum of 15 litres of water per person per day for everyday use including drinking, with 7 litres being the absolute minimum. In Gaza, the number is around 3 litres, and that water is contaminated as a result of Israel blocking all access to water to the besieged strip. Diseases such as diarrhea and hepatitis are threatening to add tens of thousands of deaths while — just to add insult to injury — Israeli soldiers mock Palestinians’ suffering with open-air barbecues in destroyed Gazan neighborhoods. 

And yet, the overwhelming majority of Israelis continue to believe their military is acting justly in Gaza, and that the violence is justified. We have reached the stage where no amount of evidence to the contrary will change the minds of pro-Israel apologists, and nothing but direct outside intervention of one kind or another can stop this carnage. 

The cruel truth that underpins all of what is happening today is that Palestinians have, for years, tried to warn about Israel’s downward path towards mass-violence. The normalization of an occupation, a blockade, an apartheid system and an ethno-supremacist ideology could only be made possible if the Israelis became ‘moral monsters’ themselves, to use James Baldwin’s description of pro-segregation White Americans. Indeed, the genocide in Gaza is the end-result of decades of preventable policies by the Israeli state with the full-backing and complicity of Western countries, Arab states and numerous others. In fact, even as the Israeli state continued to colonize Palestinian lands decade after decade, the only real action taken by so-called democracies was to criminalize or censor the Boycott, Divest and Sanction (BDS) movement, one of the few non-violent avenues left to Palestinians in their quest for justice. 

Today, we find ourselves in cruelly absurd situations where the USA, Israel’s primary backer, is both apparently frustrated with how the Israelis are ‘handling’ the war while also sending billions worth of weaponry and financial aid to make the genocide possible in the first place and preventing any diplomatic response at the UN level. The US is more comfortable setting up a ‘port’ off the Gazan shore to deliver some aid than telling its supposed ally to simply allow aid to come in from the existing land crossings.

Right now, I am incapable of doing more than write and take part in protests calling for an immediate ceasefire and for Israel to be held accountable. This is my way of bearing witness, I suppose. I do that because I’m the grandson of a Palestinian refugee who was exiled from his land, but also because I fear for a world that finds it easy to witness the annihilation of a people in slow motion and do nothing to stop it. Failing to stop the genocide in Gaza will not just hurt Gazans and Palestinians more broadly. It will greatly accelerate the ongoing authoritarian turn in large parts of the world, from India to the US. As with any situation, oppressors from around the world learn from one another. It is up to us to learn how to resist them, together.

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Title: The genocide in Gaza changes everything

By Elia J. Ayoub

thefirethesetimes.com / iwritestuff.blog

CW: extreme violence of all kind, genocide

Each day brings news worse than the day before. The more Gazans document the apocalypse brought upon by the Israeli state from the air, land and sea, the more it seems they are punished with more death and destruction. At the time of writing, 9 March 2024, some 60% of houses in Gaza are either partially or completely destroyed, amounting to the crime of domicide. Everything from schools to hospitals to bakeries to mosques to churches to kindergartens have been annihilated by the Israeli state. A large part of the population – including over 90% of children – is at risk of mass starvation, the direct result of Israel’s policy of starvation as a weapon of war, which is a crime against humanity. Over 30,000 Palestinians have already been murdered by the Israeli state since October 7, and thousands more are still buried under the rubble. Each day around 10 children lose one or more limbs, amputations are performed without anaesthetics, and around 37 mothers die. Some 17,000 children have already been left unaccompanied, and are referred to by the accronym WCNSF – wounded child, no surviving family. Barely three weeks into the genocide and the Israelis had already killed more children than are killed in global conflicts annually over the previous 4 years. The numbers today stand at over 13,000 children killed. To make matters worse, the World Health Organization recommends a minimum of 15 litres of water per person per day for everyday use including drinking, with 7 litres being the absolute minimum. In Gaza, the number is around 3 litres, and that water is contaminated as a result of Israel blocking all access to water to the besieged strip. Diseases such as diarrhea and hepatitis are threatening to add tens of thousands of deaths while – just to add insult to injury – Israeli soldiers mock Palestinians’ suffering with open-air barbecues in destroyed Gazan neighborhoods.

These are merely a few of the many examples of what the Israeli state has unleashed on the largely defenseless population of Gaza, a population with neither army nor navy nor airforce nor port nor airport facing one of the world’s most powerful armies backed by the world’s major military superpower. As a result, horror stories abound, the kind that can make even the most heartless individual think twice about endorsing this madness. And yet, the overwhelming majority of Israeliscontinue to believe their military is acting justly in Gaza, and that the violence is justified. The world’s largest open-air prison, populated by mostly children under the age of 18, has been turned into an extermination camp. We have reached the stage where no amount of evidence to the contrary will change the minds of pro-Israel apologists, and nothing but direct outside intervention of one kind or another can stop this carnage. Indeed, the scale of destruction is so large that comparisons to Dresden, Mariupol and Aleppo have been floated around in expert circles, including at a recent panel of UN experts that I’ve attended. 

The cruel truth that underpins all of what is happening today is that Palestinians have, for years, tried to warn about Israel’s downward path towards mass-violence. The normalisation of an occupation, a blockade, an apartheid system and an ethnosupremacist ideology could only be made possible if the Israelis became ‘moral monsters’ themselves, to use James Baldwin’s description of pro-segregation White Americans. Indeed, the genocide in Gaza is the end-result of decades of preventable policies by the Israeli state with the full-backing and complicity of Western countries, Arab states and numerous others. In fact, even as the Israeli state continued to colonize Palestinian lands decade after decade, the only real action taken by so-called democracies was to criminalize or censor the Boycott, Divest and Sanction (BDS) movement, one of the few non-violent avenues left to Palestinians in their quest for justice. While the October 7th massacre by Hamas and other groups was horrific, it is absurd to act as if it occurred in a vacuum. The Israeli state has done everything in its power to exert more control over Palestinian bodies than is possible almost anywhere else in the world – for decades. The list of crimes committed by Israel is so long I cannot do it justice here. Virtually everything imaginable has been done, from the obsessive destruction of ancient olive trees that predate nation states to the imprisonment of around 10,000 children processed in military courts, from mass torture and rape to routinely stealing Palestinian homes and moving Jewish settlers into them.

After South Africa brought the charge of genocide against Israel to the International Court of Justice (ICJ) the ICJ ordered the Israeli state to ensure ‘life-saving goods and services reaching a population at risk of genocide and on the brink of famine.’ There was a moment of hope there, and virtually everyone I knew, it seemed, was watching the livestream of a court. That in itself was quite the event as it gave many some hope that maybe, just maybe, someone will stop Israel, for once. This, as Amnesty International documented and as anyone with the capacity to pay attention to what’s happening knows, was soon crushed. Not “even the bare minimum steps,” in Amnesty’s words, were taken by Israel. In fact, they have stepped up their campaign of extermination through bombs and starvation since the ICJ’s ruling. Today, we find ourselves in cruelly absurd situations whereby the USA, Israel’s primary backer, is both apparently frustrated with how the Israelis are ‘handling’ the war while also sending billions worth of weaponry and financial aid (and preventing any diplomatic response at the UN level) to make the genocide possible in the first place. The US is more comfortable setting up a ‘port’ off the Gazan shore to deliver some aid than telling its supposed ally to simply allow aid to come in from the existing land crossings.

Every day, it seems, someone I know has been murdered. And if not them, a relative or friend or neighbors of theirs. To name but one: Refaat Alareer, a gentle soul and lover of literature, was murdered alongside his brother, nephew sister and three nieces by the Israeli state which “surgically bombed out of the entire building.” The Israelis told him where to go, and then bombed the entire building just to take out one academic who said bad things about them on social media. The moral depravity of it all. I can’t keep up. By various degrees of separations, I’m surrounded by so much deaths, and yet I’m one of the lucky ones – I’m in Switzerland, and the worse I have to deal with is racism and censorship and grief. 

Calling this a months-long campaign a series of blood baths doesn’t seem to do it justice. There is something additionally horrifying about what’s happening in Gaza, and that is the sheer scale of documentation and evidence that anyone with an internet connection or access to newspapers is able to go through. The Israelis have done everything in their power to prevent information from coming out, murdering at least 103 journalists according to Reporters Without Borders – an extraordinary crime against humanity in itself. But Gazans have continued to live-stream and document as much as they could, in the hope that this moves the world to do something, anything, to stop Israel from ‘finishing’ this genocide as so many in Netanyahu’s administration clearly wish to do – or as Trump put it, ‘finishing the problem,’ the Palestinian question. 

What keeps me going is this: amidst of all this carnage Gazans are still trying to save one another from the might of one of the world’s most powerful armies. A nurse has had to perform emergency caesarean operations on six dead pregnant women to try to save their babies. Another nurse was forced to choose which premature baby was most likely to survive the lack of oxygen, leaving the others behind after being told by the Israelis that they would be safe; they were not, and a journalist discovered the rotting corpses two weeks later. A child died after his parents tried to mix animal feed with water to make ‘bread’ to avoid starvation, a desperature measure countless families have since had to resort to. Palestinians are lining up almost anywhere in Gaza for food, which didn’t prevent the Israelis from opening fire, killing at least 112 and wounding 750 more in southwest Gaza. 

Besides the Assadist destruction of Aleppo and the Putinist destruction of Mariupol, no event in recent years has made it clearer to me that “hope is a discipline“, to quote Mariame Kaba. People are still trying, because they have to. To quote Palestinian poet Rafeef Ziadah, “we teach life, sir!” Right now, I am incapable of doing more than write and take part in protests calling for an immediate ceasefire and for Israel to be held accountable. This is my way of bearing witness, I suppose. I do that because I’m the grandson of a Palestinian refugee who was exiled from his land, but also because I fear for a world that finds it easy to witness the annihilation of a people in slow motion and do nothing to stop it. Failing to stop the genocide in Gaza will not just hurt Gazans and Palestinians more broadly. It will greatly accelerate the ongoing authoritarian turn in large parts of the world, from India to the US and passing by Germany. As with any situation, oppressors from around the world learn from one another. It is up to us to learn how to resist them, together. 

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April 20 1 pm Free All Ages

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San Francisco Critical Mass bike ride – Justin Herman Plaza – last Friday of each month sfcriticalmass.org

May 1 Free All Ages

International Workers Day – Worldwide! Who wants to organize a general strike?

May 3 – 8 pm Free All Ages

San Francisco Bike Party – at a BART station to be announced – 1st Friday of each month eastbaybikeparty.wordpress.com 

May 4 – 5 Free All Ages

Upstate NY Anarchist Bookfair – Binghamton, NY upstateanarchistbookfair.com

May 10 – 8 pm Free All Ages

East Bay Bike Party – at a BART station tba – 2nd Friday of each month eastbaybikeparty.wordpress.com 

May 26 

Punks with Books public reading. Vantpop Books, Las Vegas

June 1 & 2 Free All Ages

Art Party to make the 2025 Slingshot organizer – at Long Haul – 3124 Shattuck Ave. Berkeley

June 1 – 2 

Bay Area Book Festival – downtown Berkeley. baybookfest.org 

June 11

International Day of Solidarity with Marius Mason and Long-term Anarchist Prisoners. june11.org

June 16

Berkeley Juneteenth near Ashby BART 

June 22 Free All Ages

Nxoeed Art Show Opening, 5-9 pm – Studio Fallout SF – Alleyway, 50 Bannam Pl., San Francisco, CA 94133

June 22 – 23 Free All Ages

9th annual KC Zine Con at Goofball Sk8boards 

June 23

Trans March – Delores Park, San Francisco 

June 26

LA Zine Fest – LA Arts District 

June 28-30 

ACAB – Another Carolina Anarchist Bookfair Asheville, NC

July 1 – 7 Free All Ages

52nd Rainbow Gathering – somewhere in California, Oklahoma or Washington… or…all 3 at the same time!!! ask a hippie for details. 

July 2-9

Earth First! Summer Gathering Hudson Valley, NY

July 20 Free All Ages

Street Cat Zine Fest! – Chillicothe, OH streetcatzinefest.org

August 11 Free All Ages

Party for Long Haul Infoshop’s 31st birthday – 3124 Shattuck Ave. Berkeley – thelonghaul.org

September 5 – 8 Free All Ages
Berlin-Kreuzberg Anarchist Bookfair Germany anarchistischebuechermesse.noblogs.org

October 6 
Bay Area Anarchist Bookfair – Humanist Hall 

Ongoing every First Sunday 

6-8:30pm Free All Ages

Triple Justice Film & discussion about the Climate Crisis, Capitalism, Racism, & more, and their connections

at Long Haul – 3124 Shattuck Ave. Berkeley triplejusticeforclimate@gmail.com

a15 – Zine reviews

By Jose Fritz

Feeling trapped by the corporate narrative? Check out one of these small press works known as a “zine”. Better yet make a zine. Because why not? And if you do make one, send us a copy. We just might review it. 

Nardcore: 1981 to Infinity
76 pages – $10 shininglifepress.com

Music scenes are fleeting, ethereal things locked up in fading memories; usually only documented in yellowed zines, crumpled fliers and scuffed polaroid pictures. This zine is a canonically complete and chronological history of the music scene in the Oxnard, California area from about 1976 thru the Fall of 2023 —almost half a century of music.

I was absolutely riveted to each page, and it wasn’t even until the section on the year 2005 that I’d even heard of one of the bands: the fucking Wrath. I flipped back to the start and read each band name again. Was that Green Day? I knew more of these names than I thought. You don’t even have to be a hardcore kid to know all the names: Stalag 13, Downpresser, Minus, Nails, Offspring… You will know someone in here… there must be hundreds, and that’s before you start really reading the flyers. Oh, the flyers. He formats them mostly four to a page and there must be hundreds. It’s like an accounting of every stapled telephone pole, and every wheat pasted alley wall you’ve ever walked past. There is an entire life’s work in here, and it’s devastatingly beautiful. 

Not Our Farm
28 pages – free pdf/$5 printed notourfarm.org/resources

There is much to be said about working on a farm. I’ve done it, and it puts all other work hardships in perspective for the rest of your life: manual labor in cold weather and hot, sunburn, dehydration, sweat, dirt, chemical fertilizers, heavy machinery, substandard housing and unimaginable volumes of manure. Admittedly, this zine soft pedals the grosser parts of farming. There’s no discussion of inseminating cows, butchery, injuries, bug bites and stings, manure, or sunstroke. But it does address the bathroom situation. Most farm marketing shares a certain image of rustic wholesomeness, but it takes only two words to destroy the implied purity of all that marketing: poop kit. 

Most importantly this zine discusses in detail how to screen your future farm employer. Every farm is different and so is every farmer. The politics and values of the farm owner may make some folks feel unwelcome, possibly even unsafe. In this way the zine treats farms like any other employer. Their advice on screening is sound, and as for salary and work hours it advises to “get it in writing.”

This zine puts it all into perspective. What’s the right type of farm for you? Would you be happier on a large farm or a small one? Do you want to drive a tractor or use hand tools? Do you want to work with vegetables, animals or both? The zine gives space for all likes and dislikes, and how to find those farmers when they’re hiring. If you want to avoid cubicle life, you should probably read this.

Grow Worms – Winter 2024
44 pages – $6 justinlutz.bigcartel.com

From the first few pages I thought this was a slasher movie zine in the same vein as Municipal Threat. This is not the case, and I wouldn’t want to offend the Worm Wizard by suggesting such a thing. There are a few slasher movie reviews here but more pages are dedicated to music reviews and short fiction, the latter of which is wildly more disturbing than the underground cinema.

Mike Madrigale tells a strange and meandering first person story about the satanic cults of central Pennsylvania. Sam Richards reviews an album by Portrayal of Guilt, Evan Shelton writes an experimental fiction that reminds me of Reddit’s Interface Series. The prose here leans away from gore and toward the mindfuck category. Speaking of which… Hey! Edwin Callihan —does your momma know what you wrote? I’m not reading anything else with your byline until I get a written apology. Your writing is the type of dirty where you can’t get clean… This goddamn thing needs a warning label.
My favorite piece in the whole zine was a short treatise on the album Famine, by the band Paint It Black. It came complete with footnotes referencing Arthur Schopenhauer, Richard Pryor and Henry James to name a few. Grow worms has a powerful will to live (willie zum leben) and its no-holds-barred approach to content evokes the a priori transgressive lit zines like ExBe, Vile and even Jim Goad’s Answer Me! 

Hi-Fi Anxiety – Issues #21 & 22.
24 pages – $10
duckyboardmanart.bigcartel.com/product/hi-fi-anxiety-zine

Jason Boardman makes zines like it’s his day job. The first issue came out in September of 2022 and while I was writing a review of issue 21, issues 22, 23 and 24 came out. By the time you read this I’m sure I’ll see issue 25 on Instagram. In the same year he’s created probably 25 zines, he’s also put out another dozen “fun-size” zines, special issues. Many of these have custom formatting, packaging, wrapping paper, sealed bags, or boxes. He’s an unstoppable force, like death and taxes, but wildly more entertaining. 

His fascination with zine culture, and graphic design shines through those flexi-discs, record reviews, and perzine style monologues. Like McLuhan, Boardman understands that the medium is the message, but he has the chops to back it up. Issue 21 sports a duo-tone Warhol-esque milk crate cover design with the block text “empty inside.” It’s T-shirt worthy. Issue #22 tops it, a double issue designed like a double VHS sleeve, this one full of movie posters and movie reviews. Each issue has a QR code link to an online “mixtape” thematically linked to the zine.

If I have any criticism, it’s that his emphasis on design definitely overshadows the writing. While not falling into the genre of text-less art zines, he’s precariously perched on a tipping point beyond which we might just have to appreciate artful zines while listening to well curated mix tapes. Oh the horror…

DOPE Magazine – Issue 24

22 pages – Free pdf

dopemag.org

DOPE Magazine is a British, donation-funded mutual aid project, at least that’s what it says on the tin. It also says “Fuel for the Machine, Caskets for the Poor”; the texts astride an image of a skull superimposed on a soldier’s head. The color scheme is risograph-inspired with a hard orange clashing with a pastel turquoise on a flat cream background. On the inside it has even more punch.

Just a little context, for those not keeping up with Brexit… the situation across the pond is bad. The Tories have done more damage than the Thatcherites managed in the whole of the 1980s. The rate of poverty in the UK is double that of the US; affecting over 8 million people. In other words, the British are skint. The articles here are powerful statements on endurance, perseverance, resistance and survival. These are juxtaposed against full-page artworks, collage photos and prints. 

It opens with an essay by Matt Wilson, about the use of language for post-capitalist future. It reminded me immediately of Chomsky’s Manufacturing Consent: sharp, erudite, and insightful. Jay Kerr tells the story of Asel Luzarraga, a punk essentially arrested for being a Basque novelist. Morgan Trowland writes from prison the most subversive thing I’ve ever read. He feels unthreatened, and unintimidated by the system that jailed him for what should have been free speech. He is in a Zen monastery of his own making, and growing more powerful as he waits to be released. 

But there’s room in here for lighter topics as well. Helen Hester wrote a paean to the health benefits of naps. I don’t think it’s what Paul Lafargue had in mind, but I think he would still approve.

Ear of Corn – Issue 55
24 pages – $2 foodfortunata@hotmail.com

The zine Ear of Corn has been around forever. You can look up issue #1 on the Internet Archive; the date on the cover is February of 1989. That is literally before the movie Home Alone came out. Macaulay Culkin is old enough to run for President today. When a zine has been running that long it’s almost above mortal judgment. It’s from an earlier era of zines, when we still mostly called them “fanzines.”

It was an era before every zine had a glossy cover, an e-commerce platform, and multiple social media accounts. There’s an odd sort of purity in that. You have to respect that level of intransigence; defiantly resisting the unrelenting march of cultural change. 

It’s appropriate then that the first two pages of record reviews here feature The Absentees “Illegal Listening Device” and a re-release of G.G. Allin’s country opus, “EMF”. The original releases are even older than Ear Of Corn, and only someone from that era could, with a straight face, describe any recording by GG Allin as “Crystal Clear.” Similarly, the movie reviews go back as far as Dr. Strangelove (1964). But it also reviews dozens of new albums from every niche genre you can imagine…even Finnish hardcore. (Apparently that’s a thing.)

Throughout the zine, new and old sit side by side. That combination feels culturally fresh. It’s the gestalt of Generation Z to simultaneously experience all content, new and old, through memes, and samples, agnostically distilling all media into some kind of post-Clockwork Orange milk cocktail. Well done droogs, well done.

Restless Legs Inquirer – Issue 6

4 pages (8.5×11 ) – free brybry@riseup.net

This zine is the ideal size: four 8.5 x 11 pages. You can fold it in quarters and stick it in a pocket. I miss that about the old pocket-size novels. I carried it with me for a few days. Bryan’s writing has a quiet intensity that reminds me of Raymond Carver. His thoughts on “ruiners” and the narcissism of social media were both insightful and visceral. The zine ends on a lighter note with short movie reviews — one sentence each, some without punctuation. They were silly, but felt very deliberate, like haiku.
This zine came in the mail with an adorable photo zine, which tells a story as well as any crafted with words. Burroughs once wrote “Open your mind and let the pictures out” and so they have:

An image of a leg in a cast; a friendly face; images of young hipsters alternately disheveled makeup smeared and sharp, ready for their close up Mr. DeMille; a carnival, a house party; a mosh pit kicking up dust; industrial wastelands juxtaposed against the suburbs; a basement show and dancing; a man screaming into an SM58; young people enjoying life with intensity and joy — every image selected with care, and imbued with meaning.

Just a Jefferson – Issue 56
23 pages – $2 markellorhighwater@gmail.com

The first page includes a list of 42 contributors spread across 20 U.S. states and 5 other countries: Greece, India, Japan, Russia, and Turkey. The contributors here don’t contribute poetry or prose. They ask each other questions; many are about reading, writing or course but most of them are exceedingly random: odd foods, fish stories, favorite songs beginning with the letter “O”, bad customer service and good TV shows. Presumably other issues cover favorite songs beginning with the letter “R” and bad TV shows. The whole zine seems deeply committed to randomness which is a cause I can support, whole cults have been founded on less. 

Node Pajomo – Issue 2.8

38 pages – $5 

P.O. Box 2632, Bellingham, WA 98227

The cover of issue 2.8 is an artfully blurred image of a bearded man. On prior covers, we’ve seen parts of this face before. It reminds me of Freda Khalo’s iterations. Warhol and Maplethorpe both also engaged in frequent self portraiture. Somehow this one has a Rasputin-like intensity. Several pages later he walks it back with a Lester Bangs quote “The first mistake of art is to assume it’s serious.”

Like a good mail art zine, odd-sized bits of paper fell out of the envelope and all over my desk like confetti: tiny stickers, an ode to unrequited love, a pamphlet on non-binary child rearing, a square of wrapping paper, two more stitched together, a tiny flyer in Italian, another in German… I’m lost in a blizzard of colorful confetti.

I am also pleased to report that the font size has been increased, making Node Pajomo an easier read. As a certified old person it’s a comfort to my eyeballs. In this issue were reviews of zines on every conceivable, and even some inconceivable topics: Led Zeppelin bootlegs, beefs, linocuts, comics, language, Brooklyn, NY, drugs… It feels like a microcosm of everything. How do you wake from reading a zine about a zine about zines? Can you ever come back all the way? Does some part of you get left behind every time you try?

Out From the Void – Issue 6

32 pages – $5  Outfromthevoid@yahoo.com

On the inside cover, this issue advertises that Brenton Gicker guested on the true crime podcast “The Murder Sheet,” which I listened to while writing this. The recording opens with a content warning “This episode contains discussion of murder, suicide, mental illness, drug and alcohol adiction and possible sexual crimes against children.” This same warning could easily sit on the cover of his zine. Brenton was in good form, and advocated well for people at risk.

The zine opens with a feature by Gicker, a solid 8 pages about missing persons in The McKenzie River Valley. It and a few other pieces were previously printed in the Eugene Weekly. Even the gothic poetry, which fills out the last few pages, is reprinted from other sources. Not that Gicker is hiding it. Every work is properly dated and attributed. So I’ve come to see the zine as curated work catering to Gickers interests. 

The focus of this issue isn’t just missing persons. There’s an excellent tell-all by Bob Keefer about what Reagan’s defunding did to mental hospitals in the 1980s. That’s followed by a news piece from the Chris Hedges Report about millionaire Healthcare CEOs reducing care, while crushing nursing unions. These are about systemic issues in healthcare that do lead to higher mortality rates, and to more missing people. It does contrast a bit with the poetry about feral cats and government peanut butter, but that can’t be helped; we’re not all poets. 

a14 – Aaron Aarons – 1940 – 2024

Aaron Aarons — a perennial member of the Berkeley radical direct action scene — died January 19. In lieu of a formal obituary, here are some reflections:

I met Aaron through Campaign Against Apartheid when I moved here in 1986. I knew him as a regular — a presence at many protests and meetings. Aaron called into KPFA and KQED to bring the radical viewpoint and you would instantly recognize his New York accent. He had a hilarious show on pirate radio station Free Radio Berkeley in which he often mostly argued with his co-host, Dean. 

Aaron hung out at Long Haul so often that he was an agenda item at meetings. I never knew for sure, but I got the feeling he was a 1960s veteran who had stuck with the radical scene permanently. Turns out he was arrested in 1960 for being part of a group that used rowboats and a canoe to block the launch of a nuclear missile-armed submarine! Aaron sometimes rubbed others the wrong way by being argumentative and long-winded at meetings, but I never doubted his sincerity or his commitment to a better world. — jesse

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We lose friends, family, and lovers, but the harder losses to explain are the minor characters whose appearance — and disappearance — in our lives and scenes is still profound. 

We rarely know more than one part, and one period, of their lives. No doubt Aaron Aarons was once a handsome, shy kid in Brooklyn, rather than the irate, contrite elder wingnut familiar to those of us at Slingshot.

I remember him fondly from the Long Haul Sunday night dinners, where he sat next to me for years without acknowledging my presence except for occasionally asking me to pass the salt. (Activist dinners are never short of adversity, personality, and complaints, which Aaron provided easily, but salt is worth its weight in gold.) 

Aaron’s thorny grumpiness delighted me, and put me at ease. He was a whetstone we could grind against, or a rhino at the zoo to tease. His exaggerated role allowed us to hone our own acts and feel at ease. Thank heavens for elders because they give us a chance to be kids. 

I remember his disgust at one of my found t-shirts; the obscure acronymed group it called for freeing was, according to the all-knowing Aaron Aarons, a biker gang. But I also recall his joy at finding one of his own T-shirts that had fresh relevance: “Bush” with a swastika for the “S,” which he proudly dug out after the disastrous election of George the Second. “Good as new,” said Aaron, with something like a smile. — Aaron Cometbus

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Besides Long Haul, Aaron was a frequent face at La Peña for all events cultural & political. You would also be sure to see him at any of the political lectures around town whether it was a DIY activist space or institutional. He would often take the mic during Q&A to pursue a point that went after capitalism.

Aaron was at every protest well into his old age when marching and rioting stays in the body longer. 

He cared passionately for international struggles. For Palestinian rights. He was anti-war. He was vigilant about police abuse. In many ways the things taken seriously now he was neck deep in. His engagement was not only attending protests and public talks but in keeping records that traced events as they happened. [He donated his papers to Long Haul.]

Aaron was into a broad range of cultural things intersecting with the radical community. An avid reader whose book collection was hungrily sought after, he also invested deeply in the alternative press and even the mainstream press. He attended dance performances, plays, repertoire films. He danced at Ashkenaz with its blend of world music. A diehard Peace and Freedom Party member attending meetings and helping to shape its progressive agenda. A tenant organizer for 40+ years living in the flatlands of Berkeley watching the rents shoot into the stratosphere. Being able to live and resist here due to rent control and disability checks. It was hard to see any trace of a day job on his hands. The kind of activist threat ignited when not watered down chasing the capitalist dream. 

He was into computers as early as the 1970’s. Traveled to Mexico and kept up with culture and politics of that region. He spoke and wrote in Spanish. 

Born in NY. (From Queens? Brooklyn?) In the early 1960’s while in college he started his own radical publication that got him into trouble with the school (expelled?). He moved to Berkeley in the early 1970’s. —Eggplant

There’s a lot missing in what we know about Aaron — Presente!