Massacre, rape, terror - and then, amnesia

Two years ago, on October 7, 2023, the State of Israel woke up to a nightmare of unspeakable horror.

It wasn’t just an attack. It was a massacre.

Terrorists from Hamas stormed across the border with one purpose: to kill, to maim, to torture. They slaughtered entire families in their homes. 

They executed children. They raped women. They burned people alive. They hunted the elderly like animals. They filmed it. They glorified it. It was not war. It was savagery.

And yet — just two years later — much of the world has moved on. Worse, many have chosen to forget. Some have even chosen to deny.

The same voices that once shouted “never again” now shout “resistance” with no shame, no nuance, and no regard for the blood-soaked ground of southern Israel. 

Activists chant slogans. Academics write manifestos. Politicians posture. They speak of justice, but ignore the mass rape of Jewish women. They invoke human rights, but stay silent on the mutilation of babies. They demand accountability, but refuse to utter a word about the 1,200 innocents murdered in cold blood.

This is not just hypocrisy. It is moral collapse.

Moral Clarity Cannot Be Optional

There is no cause, no grievance, no historical pain that justifies what happened on October 7. Those who try to excuse it are not advocates — they are enablers. They feed the same hatred that fueled the killers. And in doing so, they betray the victims all over again.

Israel has every right — every duty — to protect its people. 

No country would accept what it endured. No democracy would sit idle after such carnage. And yet Israel is held to a different standard — always expected to turn the other cheek, always condemned for surviving.

Let us be clear: remembering October 7 is not a political act. It is a human one. It is about facing the truth, no matter how uncomfortable it makes us. 

It is about honoring the dead and standing with the living. It is about drawing a line between civilization and barbarism.

Two years may have passed. But for the victims’ families, time stopped that day. Their grief is still raw. Their pain still screams. And their truth still matters.

The world may want to forget. But we will not.

Not now. Not ever.