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source url It makes me so frustrated to see actions being described as “probably genocide” but no government doing anything to actually stop it while it’s happening. It’s no good sending in drones and spy planes to record evidence of war crimes and telling them all off in the future, it’s as much use to the people on the ground as someone videoing a burglary but not actually telling the police that it’s happening until afterwards.
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watch And yet what I’d really like to do right now is get leaders from both sides in a room and shout “have you lost your mind?!”. Or, even better I’d send Samantha Power whose eloquent speech to the United Nations brought tears to my eyes.
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watch And I’m sorry if this post feels gloomy when December should be pictures of the children in Christmas jumpers and stories of their nativity plays and all the rest. That will come (my Christmas holidays start next Wednesday and I can’t wait to be at home with the family) we’re all happy and healthy and starting to get into the flurry of Christmas preparations but to write that post without also writing this felt too much as if it was pasting a glossy front over how I truly feel at the moment: thankful that I can keep my little trio safe, incredibly grateful for what we have, and frustrated to the point of angry that I cannot say the same for the families in Aleppo.