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Tomorrow is a Palestinian Day - Dr Ghassan Abu Sitta

Out of print

"Part of our resistance to the finality of genocide is for us to talk about tomorrow, plan for tomorrow, work on healing the wounds of our people. The aim of this war is that there would [be] no Palestinian tomorrow. We own tomorrow. Tomorrow is a Palestinian day." --Palestinian-British doctor Ghassan Abu Sitta, after working in Gaza

The medical workers of Gaza have been an inspiration. As those outside of Gaza watch families rush to hospitals after bombings with their loved ones in shreds in their arms, medical workers must greet those people and their horrifying injuries. Armed with little more than Tylenol and a cellphone flashlight, doctors tend to the worst imaginable injuries.

This genocide has popularized the term Wounded Child, No Surviving Family (WCNSF), as more than 17,000 Gazan children have had one or both parents killed by Israel. Thousands of children make up the largest ever new cohort of pediatric amputees. But it's not just the children grievously injured and bereft, though I have seen the brains of so many children. It is every person, loved or unknown bombed or shot to bits. It is the medics, but it is also the men digging through rubble with their bare fingers, the people shaking in tents, those walking miles for water, freedom fighters defending their homeland-- these sumud, steadfast people deserve our attention and action as much as children.
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  • Clay
    • Broccoli slices
    • Bread and eggs
    • Soup for my family
    • Mussel necklace
    • Swirled french toast
  • Prints
    • Wild geese sticker
    • Hello babies, welcome to Earth
    • Poem on my fortieth
    • All hail snail mail
    • Contempt for poverty is violence
    • Every bombed village
    • Fight without hope, but fight absolutely
    • Cuntgratulations on your surgery
    • For the Tenth Grade Me Reading Howl Right Now
    • The function of a poet
    • I'm here for all the grief that I can stand
    • Stay alive, freak
    • Tomorrow is a Palestinian day
    • You Cannot kill me
    • You have to act...
  • Writing
    • For the Tenth Grade Me Reading Howl Right Now
    • 7:17
    • when you are sad
    • Grief
    • Reunion
    • Metamorphoses
    • and so
    • Four cancer poems >
      • Shadow
      • More Than One Way To Kill a Cat
      • A Secret I've Said Three Times And Still Feel I have Never Told
      • Riley Road
  • Shop