Imagine for a moment that you are an individual, old, very old. So old that he saw his peers born and educated them on his shoulders. A tormented, persecuted individual, locked away for a large part of his existence in the world.
The individual bears various names, they give him many adjectives (mostly offensive), they judge him guilty of every atrocity and the cause of every misfortune. A perfect scapegoat. Imagine that one day this individual acquires awareness and self-awareness; let him wake up, gather his fellow men and head towards his ancestral homeland which is now in degradation and abandonment. An arid, dull, hard land, impossible to inhabit, left to ruin by those who had conquered it by force. Imagine that our individual goes there with a few of his peers, and after decades of inhuman efforts, fatigue, death, hardship, makes what was previously a desert land turn green. Whoever had sold it to him at a high price, in fact, had made a remarkable deal, selling a land of rocks and dust for the price of fertile land.
Yet, our individual makes livable what was previously unlivable. He moves there, lives with his peers. Imagine that, after the enormous effort to transform a desert into a pasture, those who live near our individual begin to hate him. Fiercely. To accuse him of having stolen land from those who previously resided there. To first want his surrender, then his disappearance. Imagine an individual who grows up surrounded by hostile peoples much more numerous than his own who hate him to death, who at every moment desire his end. Imagine suffering continuous terrorist attacks, shootings, random killings of defenseless civilians. Imagine this individual seeing the youth of his people having to take up arms and die to defend themselves by those who want nothing more than their death. Imagine the fear of getting on a bus, on a plane, of going for a run in a park, because death can hide in every corner.
And then imagine that this individual sees, with his own eyes, women torn to pieces, newborns burned alive in their cradlesdefenseless elderly people massacred with a chorus of laughter below. Imagine having experienced all this and ask yourself if, in that individual’s place, you too would not have fought to the end and with every means to affirm your right to exist in a space that you have conquered for yourself. That every war operation, however tragic and violent, is not comparable, precisely because it is linked to war, to the summary killings of defenseless women and children.
Imagine if you too would not have used all your strength to eliminate those who want to eliminate you, kill first those who want to kill you. Imagine that you have tried in every way to come to terms with those who hate you but that every attempt has been in vain. Imagine being one against ten. And after imagining all this, we are sure that the account of the regions will no longer be as clear as it is today.
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