To the political left, some kids matter more than others
In my life I never imagined a situation where the government of a free, functioning democracy such as Australia would be unable to tell right from wrong. Would be so comfortable walking in step with the wicked, unable to take a stand against evil.
It was a normal Saturday, in the sense that I was doing the usual raft of Saturday jobs: groceries, washing, that kind of thing. I remember that in Sydney it was a beautiful, bright spring day with a clear blue sky. I recall being impressed that my washing might dry quickly.
Then everything changed, in ways that left me breathless, confused and, later, grieving about what the response to the slaughter of October 7 revealed about Australia in the past year. About just how soft the underbelly of the federal government is when faced with having to choose right from wrong.
It’s that simple. Right from wrong, and as much as the socialist progressive left, the abhorrent Greens and much of academe would have you believe, that is where it starts and finishes. They can throw around words such as genocide and apartheid as much as they like, it doesn’t make it true. All it does is lay bare their prejudice, ignorance and hatred for the only democracy in the Middle East.
In many ways it goes much deeper. We’ve witnessed a disturbing, large, generational cohort (for whom there has never been a cost, for anything, let alone for the freedom they take for granted) captured by an ideology they’d never countenance living under. Only ideology could cause the Western left, students, politicians and academics, to fawn over Gaza, to chant “Free Palestine”, when Gazan society is the embodiment of everything they purport to be against, where being gay is a death sentence, where marital violence is condoned by law, as is intra-family sexual violence. No marriage equality under sharia law.
Oh Australia, how we have failed this generation that knows neither the value nor cost of freedom.
In the past year I have seen yet again how the value of women is subjective; a consistently two-tiered response from feminists, our government and their bedfellows, the Greens, in the face of forensically proven sexual violence unleashed against Israeli women.
When Amit Soussana, a surviving hostage, detailed how she was raped at gunpoint while chained to her captors’ house, they were silent. When first-person accounts described in horrific detail how the naked bodies of women who had been dragged from the Nova festival were found tied to trees, their arms bound above their heads, and sexually violated with pieces of wood, metal and other objects, the same people said: “Free Palestine”.
It has left me bereft. The extent to which some are prepared to turn the other way. The justification of obscene sexual violence against Israeli women. They say rape is resistance. I say, to believe that, you’re a shell of a human.
In the early months of this horrible war that Israel didn’t start, never wanted and has fought alone, more unspeakable evidence emerged. Like the family of four, including a boy and a girl, aged six and eight, sitting at their breakfast table. The children were made watch as their father had his eyes gouged out, as a Hamas terrorist cut off their mother’s breast. The attackers cut off the little girl’s foot, sliced the fingers from her brother’s hand, then executed them all. The savages responsible then sat down and helped themselves to a meal.
When this testimony was shared by US Secretary of State Antony Blinken, it passed by with a mild “tch, tch” from the Australian government and others. I still struggle to read those words under the devastating weight of what was done, not just to this family but hundreds and hundreds of times over to others.
I learned this past year that to the political left, some kids matter more than others. Twelve dead Druze children blown to bits by a Hezbollah bomb on a soccer field in northern Israel didn’t matter. As Israel took care of Hezbollah in the most precise military operation in history, the usual suspects didn’t mention those kids; they hid behind weasel words such as de-escalation.
When Mother’s Day came, few spoke of Shiri Bibas who, with her babies Ariel and Kfir, was dragged from their home and into the bowels of Gaza. Kfir has since turned one. That is, if he’s still alive.
As Israel dealt with Hezbollah, Hamas and the Houthis these past few weeks, moderate voices across the region celebrated. Cheered. Meanwhile, idiotic women in the West simped for terrorists who regard women as the ultimate disposable commodity.
I learned again, sadly, this past 12 months that where the political and progressive left is concerned, there is a wrong kind of woman. I suppose they’d see me as one of those women. Couldn’t be prouder.
In my life I never imagined a situation where the government of a free, functioning democracy such as Australia would be unable to tell right from wrong. Would be so comfortable walking in step with the wicked, unable to take a stand against the evil of regimes that punish women for showing their hair, their skin, going out without a male chaperone. As foreign editor Greg Sheridan wrote this week, Foreign Minister Penny Wong’s speech to the UN was divorced from reality and was morally obnoxious. I will go one step further and say it lacked courage. This weak response emboldens evil.
Nothing worth having comes without a price. History, the greatest teacher, shows that peace always comes at a price, that freedom is never free. As this terrible anniversary approaches, let it be a reminder that we must never take the peace and cohesion Australians value for granted. We must always stand for what is right over what is popular and as a democratic country with shared values and freedoms, where women in particular can do and be whatever we choose, we must always stand with Israel. May this small Jewish nation prevail quickly.
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