As we traveled through central Gaza on Monday, every village bore the marks of war. Some buildings had collapsed entirely, their floors stacked on top of the other like piles of books. Tower blocks, missing whole sections, stood precariously. The house in Bureij was missing an outer wall. A grove of trees next door had been leveled, the plants ripped from their roots and the land churned into mud.
Ultimately, all the buildings near the house would most likely be destroyed, a senior commander said, once the army exploded a Hamas tunnel network that he said lay beneath them.
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To accompany the soldiers, Times journalists agreed not to photograph a digital map within the Israeli military vehicle or the faces of some special forces fighters. The Times did not allow the Israeli military to screen its coverage before publication.
The Times accepted those conditions to secure rare access to wartime Gaza, which has been off-limits to foreign journalists except when embedded with the Israeli military or, in one case, an Emirati aid group.
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Imagine living your life and suddenly European countries dump a bunch of foreigners in your midst because they couldn’t control their own bloodlust and couldn’t accommodate their citizens that were affected. Then those foreigners decide to kick you out of your own homes while they take over your lands. Later, those foreigners say you have no right to the lands you live in.
“Our legend says this was our land thousands of years ago, even though your people lived here too…., anyways our again, yoink”
