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Braveheart
<p>A frail mind will force the pursuit of unearned power. There is no worse a feeling for the weak than sheer lack of control. Human fallacy often occurs when unchecked confidence meets with unpreparedness and reckless oversight. This is how the Titanic sank. Hubris is an ill-advised coping mechanism for the uncomfortable and often silent feeling of having no power. It can render people their own worst enemy. Yet after October 7, this was not the path Israel took. She refused to act rashly from fear. </p><p>Instead she remembered who she was &#8211; a warrior of Sir William Wallace proportions. Whatever truth comes to pass - and it <em>will </em>come to pass - about every event that led to that day, from UNRWA&#8217;s deception to Israel&#8217;s blind spots, the country united in one purpose: to bring every single last one of them home.</p><p>We around the world looked in the eyes of the family members of the 251 hostages - some of us in person, others through our phone screens - and we saw the despair in their faces. A look of being powerless. Powerlessness is a shadow that lingers, cold and vast, pressing against the chest until breath itself feels borrowed. And yet we did not give in to the feeling. Something shifted for all of us, myself included. We didn&#8217;t buckle. We rose up. </p><p>Instead of fighting to control an impossible situation, we accepted we could not, and we became believers. Robust and defiant. Despite the noise, despite the doubters, despite the deafening volume of opposition and erasure. We believed we could bring forth a miracle. We put yellow ribbons on our lapels, we set an extra chair at our Shabbat and Passover tables, we recited their names, we kept putting posters up, despite the defacing and the destruction of the losers who live among us. We never stopped. Not for a day.</p><p>We recognized the limitations of our brains and our understanding. We surrendered to the moment but we never gave up on the possibility. We trusted that the IDF and President Trump would do what they promised to do. We exercised a little something called faith. </p><p>The clock stopped on October 7 finally on day 843. The large counting monitor in Hostage Square in Tel Aviv ceased to tick. The IDF worked throughout the previous night in an unthinkable operation called Braveheart. </p><p>Over 24 hours, more than 250 bodies were exhumed and examined by 20 military dentists for the IDF, after Israeli intelligence acquired information about the location of the remains of Ran Gvili - the last hostage - in a specific plot inside a cemetery in Northern Gaza. Gvili died in battle on October 7. He was in the Israeli police special forces, but was on forced leave from work, nursing a broken collarbone. Despite this, he sprang to action, and was slain while defending Kibbutz Alumim. His body was dragged into Gaza as a bargaining chip for the monstrous Hamas.</p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!7sKz!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0ef2ea63-8ab8-4ae3-94c1-13de477d7eca_768x1024.jpeg" target="_blank"><div class="image2-inset"><source type="image/webp" /><img alt="Israeli soldiers gather around a flag-draped body found in the Gaza Strip." class="sizing-normal" height="1024" src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!7sKz!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0ef2ea63-8ab8-4ae3-94c1-13de477d7eca_768x1024.jpeg" title="Israeli soldiers gather around a flag-draped body found in the Gaza Strip." width="768" /><div class="image-link-expand"><div class="pencraft pc-display-flex pc-gap-8 pc-reset"><button class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container restack-image" tabindex="0" type="button"><svg fill="none" height="20" stroke="var(--color-fg-primary)" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" stroke-width="1.5" viewBox="0 0 20 20" width="20" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><g><title></title><path d="M2.53001 7.81595C3.49179 4.73911 6.43281 2.5 9.91173 2.5C13.1684 2.5 15.9537 4.46214 17.0852 7.23684L17.6179 8.67647M17.6179 8.67647L18.5002 4.26471M17.6179 8.67647L13.6473 6.91176M17.4995 12.1841C16.5378 15.2609 13.5967 17.5 10.1178 17.5C6.86118 17.5 4.07589 15.5379 2.94432 12.7632L2.41165 11.3235M2.41165 11.3235L1.5293 15.7353M2.41165 11.3235L6.38224 13.0882"></path></g></svg></button><button class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container view-image" tabindex="0" type="button"><svg class="lucide lucide-maximize2 lucide-maximize-2" fill="none" height="20" stroke="currentColor" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" stroke-width="2" viewBox="0 0 24 24" width="20" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><polyline points="15 3 21 3 21 9"></polyline><polyline points="9 21 3 21 3 15"></polyline><line x1="21" x2="14" y1="3" y2="10"></line><line x1="3" x2="10" y1="21" y2="14"></line></svg></button></div></div></div></a></figure></div><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!zfog!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F69adc9ac-d641-40e9-81cb-af1131defd90_944x623.jpeg" target="_blank"><div class="image2-inset"><source type="image/webp" /><img alt="Ran Gvili (center, black shirt) with his friends." class="sizing-normal" height="623" src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!zfog!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F69adc9ac-d641-40e9-81cb-af1131defd90_944x623.jpeg" title="Ran Gvili (center, black shirt) with his friends." width="944" /><div class="image-link-expand"><div class="pencraft pc-display-flex pc-gap-8 pc-reset"><button class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container restack-image" tabindex="0" type="button"><svg fill="none" height="20" stroke="var(--color-fg-primary)" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" stroke-width="1.5" viewBox="0 0 20 20" width="20" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><g><title></title><path d="M2.53001 7.81595C3.49179 4.73911 6.43281 2.5 9.91173 2.5C13.1684 2.5 15.9537 4.46214 17.0852 7.23684L17.6179 8.67647M17.6179 8.67647L18.5002 4.26471M17.6179 8.67647L13.6473 6.91176M17.4995 12.1841C16.5378 15.2609 13.5967 17.5 10.1178 17.5C6.86118 17.5 4.07589 15.5379 2.94432 12.7632L2.41165 11.3235M2.41165 11.3235L1.5293 15.7353M2.41165 11.3235L6.38224 13.0882"></path></g></svg></button><button class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container view-image" tabindex="0" type="button"><svg class="lucide lucide-maximize2 lucide-maximize-2" fill="none" height="20" stroke="currentColor" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" stroke-width="2" viewBox="0 0 24 24" width="20" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><polyline points="15 3 21 3 21 9"></polyline><polyline points="9 21 3 21 3 15"></polyline><line x1="21" x2="14" y1="3" y2="10"></line><line x1="3" x2="10" y1="21" y2="14"></line></svg></button></div></div></div></a></figure></div><p>At his eventual funeral in the land of Israel where Ran was finally laid to eternal and safe rest, Gvili&#8217;s mother said:</p><blockquote><p>&#8220;Our pride is much, much stronger than our pain. The people of Israel live and are strong.&#8221;</p></blockquote><p>It is a story that is as breathtaking as Israel itself. <em>Finally, finally, finally</em>, they are all free.</p><div class="native-video-embed"></div><p>The message and success of the hostage campaign is the most noble of humanitarian exercises: leave nobody behind. It should be a universal prayer, but it was not because the rest of the world played Hamas&#8217;s game, and weaponized the only players in the war that they could for their own vanity - the perfect victims of Gaza. </p><p>Perfect victims don&#8217;t fight back. They are voiceless. Like the women and children of Gaza, whose stories were never told, but rather alleged by so-called &#8220;journalists&#8221; in Gaza, who in turn fed the wider mainstream media and the social influencers who facilitated and enabled. The hostages, however, were not perfect victims. They were dragged into Gaza kicking and screaming. Their families and by extension all of us cried out their names every day. Their faces could not be removed from the world no matter how hard the Free Palestine mob tried. To take down their posters was to keep the Palestinians in perfect victimhood, free of wrongdoing, free of criminality, purely resisting the sole oppressor Israel.</p><p>Powerlessness thrives on asymmetry. The oppressor, the perpetrator, the abuser counts on exhaustion, and the captor on despair. They rely on the slow bleed of resolve, on the moment when fighting back feels futile against empires of influence or networks of terror. But that asymmetry bends under one thing &#8211; relentless light. It is not sudden mercy that breeds vindication, it is the unyielding bearers of a truth that cannot be hidden. As we cried <em>Bring Them Home!</em>, the layers of grift, of paid amplifiers, of complicit headlines, the machinery of smear were all peeled away. As every single hostage has been brought home to recover or to forever rest, the truth stands naked and undeniable. Israel was never defeated; she was in purgatory. The hostages who stayed alive were not in despair, but in faith against all odds. Now the chorus swells, and a nation of survivors can reclaim the story of our people from the jaws of erasure.</p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!T_gx!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fb0caf7a8-d738-4b39-8ffe-f14effe469b0_1205x345.png" target="_blank"><div class="image2-inset"><source type="image/webp" /><img alt="" class="sizing-normal" height="345" src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!T_gx!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fb0caf7a8-d738-4b39-8ffe-f14effe469b0_1205x345.png" width="1205" /><div class="image-link-expand"><div class="pencraft pc-display-flex pc-gap-8 pc-reset"><button class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container restack-image" tabindex="0" type="button"><svg fill="none" height="20" stroke="var(--color-fg-primary)" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" stroke-width="1.5" viewBox="0 0 20 20" width="20" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><g><title></title><path d="M2.53001 7.81595C3.49179 4.73911 6.43281 2.5 9.91173 2.5C13.1684 2.5 15.9537 4.46214 17.0852 7.23684L17.6179 8.67647M17.6179 8.67647L18.5002 4.26471M17.6179 8.67647L13.6473 6.91176M17.4995 12.1841C16.5378 15.2609 13.5967 17.5 10.1178 17.5C6.86118 17.5 4.07589 15.5379 2.94432 12.7632L2.41165 11.3235M2.41165 11.3235L1.5293 15.7353M2.41165 11.3235L6.38224 13.0882"></path></g></svg></button><button class="pencraft pc-reset pencraft icon-container view-image" tabindex="0" type="button"><svg class="lucide lucide-maximize2 lucide-maximize-2" fill="none" height="20" stroke="currentColor" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" stroke-width="2" viewBox="0 0 24 24" width="20" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><polyline points="15 3 21 3 21 9"></polyline><polyline points="9 21 3 21 3 15"></polyline><line x1="21" x2="14" y1="3" y2="10"></line><line x1="3" x2="10" y1="21" y2="14"></line></svg></button></div></div></div></a></figure></div><p>This week we lived through another shambolic International Holocaust Memorial Day, in which every year the Holocaust becomes more and more de-Jewed. The trolls have been consistent since October 7 in berating all of us fighting with telling accusations that we are the ones abusing our &#8220;victim cards&#8221;. Again, a perfect victim doesn&#8217;t speak. We did. We became fair game. The memory of the Holocaust, however, has never been a monument to passive suffering or perpetual victimhood. It is a testament to human resilience, defiance, and the moral imperative to survive. As with October 7, it is also a reminder to bear witness. That transforms an individual&#8217;s personal trauma into collective responsibility. </p><p>Our survival and our history has never been perfect, because in every generation they stand up to destroy us, and in every generation we locate our courage, we take back our agency and we accept that which we cannot have power over. We are a people of hope. The Holocaust is not frozen in tragedy. Rather, it has been built upon. Let the world be mad about that. The reason they have to compare everything to the Holocaust is because they have to minimize the crimes that their great grandparents allowed to happen, and that were never buried in the sands of time. <br />The Jewish people refused to die.</p><p>Right now, our brothers and sisters in Iran are also rejecting perfect victimhood. They no longer want to be imprisoned to 47 years and counting of tyranny. For the West&#8217;s survival I hope as the horrendous news about Iran continues to come, we can begin to grasp how sinister it is that the media, and the humanitarians, have exploited the Palestinian victimhood narrative for three years and are now ignoring over 30,000 murders - perhaps more &#8211; by the Islamic Regime of Iran. They&#8217;ve supported Islamofascism this whole time. They don&#8217;t care about anyone except themselves and their own advancement. They have created further damage to Palestinians by empowering the regime that funds Hamas and keeps Gaza functioning as a terrorist proxy. They have enabled the biggest spike in Jew hatred since the Holocaust. And they don&#8217;t show any real consideration for humanity, only the optics that benefit their brand, at everyone else&#8217;s expense.</p><p>The exploitation of pain for profit or clout is never justice. Real advocacy lifts people up without keeping them trapped in victimhood. The progressives, the social justice warriors, the &#8220;feminists&#8221; are upset that the newly formed Board of Peace are planning a better future for Gaza. It makes sense that they&#8217;re crying over it. That would make Palestinians survivors, and not victims. Survivors can&#8217;t be bought and sold. Only victims who surrender in total to the regime, the abuser, the oppressor can be further controlled by the fake humanitarians of the West.</p><p>To all who perished on October 7 and in Hamas captivity - <em>baruch dayan haemet.<br /></em>Blessed is the judge of truth. It will come out. It always does.</p><p><em>To support Blacklisted, please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year.</em></p><p class="button-wrapper"><a class="button primary" href="https://evebarlow.substack.com/subscribe?"><span>Subscribe now</span></a></p><p></p><p></p>
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January 29, 2026 at 8:09 PM
2016
The dangerous things I think out loud
evebarlow.substack.com
January 19, 2026 at 8:11 PM
Your Moral Responsibility
Dear Westerner. Anyone born and raised in the West, who was educated in the West, who lives under Western democracies, with Western values, and Western laws has a moral duty right now. That duty is to speak for the people of Iran, who have been without communication capacity for more than one week, and whose diasporic families risk the lives of their loves ones in Iran if they elect to speak. There is no excuse for not speaking out. You can entertain your own delusional fantasy that you would have done the noble thing during the Holocaust but your silence today carries a singular truth: you would never. You would have shined the boots of the gestapo. This is a picture of a hospitalized protester with a catheter and ECG electrodes attached, who has been shot in the forehead. The IRGC have been finishing off wounded protestors by taking over hospitals. There are devastating audios come out of Iran, phone calls between 70-year-old parents too afraid to leave their homes while the country is under martial law, talking to their children in the diaspora, saying potentially a final goodbye. The people of Iran are walking nakedly towards death so that freedom can come. And so that you can ignore them. Suddenly the vocal among you who wear BLM slogans, and place signs outside your front yards for local elections, climate change and LGBTQ+ unicorns… suddenly you are citing potential lack of expertise to speak out on the Middle East. How rich. Many of us mistook that the emotional response to intense imagery (a lot of it AI, by the way) encouraged your reactions during the Gaza war. We were wrong. These images out of Iran are unthinkable and highly distressing. They’re also _**real**_. And yet zilch. So it’s not about emotions. It’s about calculating outrage according to your personal gain. It’s about waiting to be the given firewood to fuel your pre-existing bias about the bad guys (the Jews). It was about feeding your addiction to Jew hatred. You are responsible for the decline of humanity. Now is a good time to twirl around and admit an error of judgment. You have helped prop up the proxy terrorists that the regime in Iran funds by starving its own civilians. You may be too indoctrinated to realize that you’ve been brainwashed and we are growing less patient with your stupidity. I do not know how Noa shows such restraints on the streets of New York in this video, but I would not be so capable. For a whole week, mass murders have taken place in Iran. Every one of those murders is a war crime. The communications black out is a crime against humanity. The regime is threatening to extend it until the spring. How many will be dead by then? The entire ecosystem of the regime breaks every convention the human rights councils and organizations abide by. Please never take these campaigners and so-called lawyers and humanitarian types seriously ever again. They are selfish egomaniacs who seek fame and power off other people’s plight and trauma. Selectively. When it suits them. And there’s dollar bills involved. Why hasn’t Amal Clooney told the ICC to arrest Khameini? None of the UN delegates and “human rights lawyers” have anything to say about the week-long digital shut down of 90 million people in Iran. The ones who talk about free speech every day. Or should I say, the ones who market the concept of free speech while policing it for their own benefit. _Four legs good, two legs bad._ Yesterday, a journalist spoke at the UN in New York City. If you don’t already know her face and her name, and claim to be a Westerner interested in humanitarian work, you have been living in an alien colony for the last five years. This is women’s rights activist Masih Alinejad speaking to the Security Council. > “The United Nations has failed to respond with the urgency this moment demands.” She said it to their faces. “Why are you afraid of the Islamic Republic?” Tony Guterrorist is tweeting today about giving women and girls opportunities. He has not spoken about the Iranian uprising. All of you Westerners who follow him on Instagram, who still believe that the UN is the word of God, are you not embarrassed? Are you not angry? You should be furious. Guterrorist, what about these women? This is Parniya Shad Bejarkonari, 23, from Rasht, who was murdered by the IRGC on Thursday, January 9, 2025. This is Zahra Fazeli from Bushehr, who was killed by direct gunfire from the Islamic Republic's repressive forces in the city. This is Mabina Beheshti, 21, from Gorgan, who was shot dead at point-blank range by regime security forces on Thursday, January 8, 2026. Her funeral was held in secret. This is Negin Ghadimi, 28, from Shahsavar who was murdered by the Islamic regime in Iran while protesting freedom. There are thousands more. Tens of thousands, we are told as a conservative estimation. We are told in shared phone calls from desperate Iranians inside the country that the numbers the media is printing are very low estimates. I am quite convinced that when the lights come back on, we will discover nothing short of a disastrous democide has taken place in the darkness of Iran. My readers, we are going to have to sit tight and have faith that the response is coming and that it will devastate the regime, because I don’t believe there is any other conclusion to the bravest uprising of a people in our lifetimes. Long live the people of Iran. The pro-Islamist “anti-imperialist” clowns of the West can cry a river about it. It is not for us on social media to take bets on complex military operations. Whatever happened in the skies over the Middle East on Wednesday night is for eyes only to know, and the rest of us to wait and find out. Just hold fast, and be the optimistic energy that the warriors of Iran need right now. Netanyahu’s life mission is to topple this regime, and Trump is all in favor. That’s as much as we know. You don’t need expertise to understand that attacks of this magnitude come with outcomes, and those in charge need to have absolute certainty that the desired result can be executed to perfection. Westerners, if you have been sent this essay and you’ve suddenly had a crisis of conscience and a change of heart, here’s something you can copy/paste onto your Facebook / Instagram page. I promise you won’t regret being on the right side of good versus evil. _To support Blacklisted please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year._ Subscribe now
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January 17, 2026 at 8:12 PM
On the verge
In these hours, I feel as though I am sitting at my keyboard, fingers hovering, waiting for the world to change. As we monitor the airspace over the Middle East, and make predictions about why it’s clear over Iraq and Iran, and for how many hours, and what US naval ships are being maneuvered to which seas, and is it significant that the Crown Prince Pahlavi is having meetings with the Trump Administration, and will Israel strike too, etc? I am trying to temper my eagerness for the result we all want. What is that result? First and foremost it is freedom for the people of Iran, and a cessation of the atrocious violence we are hearing about through desperate phone calls – shared on social media. Details of burning villages down. Accounts of executions inside hospitals that sound like the rebirth of the Einsatzgruppen. Descriptions of protestors being shot in the head and the chest - not incapacitated, but murdered outright. Anywhere between 12-20,000. Thousands and thousands of lives being taken senselessly for the brutal and evil purpose of total domination by a regime that is on its last legs, and has nothing more to lose. A psychotic killing frenzy by a live murderer on the loose. I hope you can now see how ugly and deplorable the progressives' hard-on for inflammatory numbers during the Gaza war was now. 12-20,000 Iranian protestors have been massacred in 48 hours at least. They are all innocent civilians, and they are being hunted simply for marching for freedom. Every single one an individual, with a name, a family, and a dream. But not one of those 12,000 souls matter to leftists, because they can't use that number to point their fingers in a desirable direction. The fingers are, in fact, pointing at their complicity. They are waiting for a way to twist the narrative to convince themselves that they haven’t been siding with the bad guys for the last two and a half years. With that said, please forgive me for taking this further than the freedom of Iranians. Because with Iranians’ security, our security follows. The war of the people in Iran feels so incredibly personal that I have been unable to stop tears from flowing for days and nights. It is the same war we have been fighting for too long. The regime in Iran is the biggest financier of terrorism in the Middle East and in the West; and the biggest culprit of mass brainwashing among the West. The Iranians have paid the biggest price for it. Some of us in the West have paid a price, too. Not as heavy but heavy nevertheless. We experience direct threats to our lives in different ways. Every sensible Westerner should have a vested interest in the overthrowing of this regime. When the Iranians can take that giant exhale for the first time, so can we drop our shoulders finally. We will be liberated too from a type of invisible exile that’s terribly hard to describe. It has involved an isolation from everything familiar. We truth-tellers are ghosts in our societies. While there is no IRGC on our doorstep, ready to murder us for playing a song, or showing our hair, there is a cult of leftists who will make sure that our place will be erased, our loved ones poisoned against us, and all the joyful memories therein discarded, if we step out of line with their ass-backwards “morality”. I’ve never known such loneliness as I have since October 7. My soul has stayed alive through imagination, and the love that still beats from my chest, even if it is lost at sea, searching for a lighthouse. So with every second of the Iranian uprising, I’m on the edge of my seat as though on the edge of time, of history itself. On the edge of my own destiny, too. I am unafraid to hang my hopes on this. This is it. This is the once in a lifetime opportunity to set the course of the world back on track. Make it so. Deliver us from evil. I spent a few days in Israel with Lily Moo (below) after October 7. These Iranian voices came to our side when we needed them. The Jews and the Iranians are natural friends. We have the same enemy but it’s more than that. We value life in the same way. This is why so many Iranians are prepared to give their last breath right now. They know what they sacrifice is for something so much bigger; the greater good for the wider world. I am sick that they have to die in the thousands just so the West can remember its own name. Lily leaves it all out on the feed here. She takes no prisoners. Neither should we. In the book _Reading Lolita in Tehran_ , which I recommend, there is a line that resonates with me now: > “It takes courage to die for a cause, but also to live for one.” I have often asked myself in the last two and a half years if I would be willing to die doing this work, and the obvious answer is yes. I wouldn’t be doing it otherwise. I know the risks involved. I am reminded of them every day. This fight for freedom, for the West, for civilization, has become the centerpiece of my life. I no longer have a job. I have a mission. I will never give up on it, and I will never give up on the people I want to reach. I live for the hope that we can win, and I can see my loved ones again. If things fall into place as they should, and good overcomes evil in the coming days, a lesson will emerge. It’s a lesson that the fallen so-called “human rights world” will have to learn. It’s this: If you want to protect free speech, then you have to be completely unafraid to exercise your right. If you want to protect free speech, you have to speak freely, whether it's what people want to hear or not, whether it’s coming from the “right” source or not, whether it ushers in the “correct” allies or not. When the regime falls, many progressive dissenters who have sought to suppress our voices for years and years will know that they were the biggest threats to free speech in our lifetime. And bet on this: we will never let them forget it. Cowards. Liars. Frauds. They know the facts are undeniable. The Islamic regime is occupying Iran. The Islamic regime is oppressing Iran. The Islamic regime is anti-LGBTQ+. The Islamic regime is anti-woman. The Islamic regime is a climate disaster zone. The Islamic regime is racist. The Islamic regime is all of these things, and their silence as judgment day finally rears its head upon the Ayatollahs is a choice. Despite the scenes, and the death tolls, and the unparalleled significance of a moment that will be written into history for infinity, they cannot think past their own odious noses. My spin instructor always offers some advice before the final song of a ride: “I don't give a shit about how you've ridden this whole class –– all that matters is how you finish!” Once Iran is free, a new dawn rises. We are at the finish line. If the “humanitarians” choose to finish their human rights work by being silent when it matters more than ever, they face societal extinction. And you know what? Nobody is going to miss those assholes. The world is about to change forever. It’s as certain as evolution itself. Adapt or die. Subscribe now Half a million people read Blacklisted in the last 30 days. Thank you._ To support: subscribe for $10/month or $100/year._
evebarlow.substack.com
January 15, 2026 at 8:10 PM
"Help is on the way"
Iranians needs our support
evebarlow.substack.com
January 11, 2026 at 8:10 PM
The Soul Of Iran
Witness the determined teenagers of Iran. They are their own Calamity Janes and Annie Oakleys, paving the way for the rights they never had, blazing their own fires. They are prepared to die to see a different world, not the one they are trapped in. They are resisting a dictatorship. With every second of your life, they are risking theirs for the only thing that matters: freedom. _Azadi!_ Life has never been safe for these young women, and men. As a result, risk is calculated differently. They don’t know what safety is. To see the young women in this video disregard the need to ask permission for how they dress, how they speak, how they move makes you understand just how extensively Western youth not only take their liberties for granted, but spit in the face of true rebellion, protest and revolution. No it’s not Kneecap. It’s a rapper called 021G and a dance group called BUGZ. _**“ At the end of the day if we die, we die free.”**_ Can you even imagine the cowardice of their oppressors? They are so weak that they are afraid of the sight of a young woman’s hair. On the subject of the women of Iran, my dear Iranian friend Yashar Ali made a post on his Instagram last night that he has permitted me to quote: > “The women of Iran carry their nation on their backs. For decades, they have been subjected to repression, violence, and an overwhelming system of gender apartheid. And they managed, through all of that, to hold their families and communities together. All of these accomplishments are by Iranian women living in Iran – not in the diaspora. Iranian women have become a majority of university students and a dominant presence across many STEM fields, including medicine, science and engineering. > > They have published extensively in medical research journals, engineering journals, and applied sciences journals – not just in Iran, but around the world. The women of Iran now make up roughly half or more of physicians, specialists, and medical researchers in Iran. Iranian women directors, editors, cinematographers, and producers have won major international awards. > > Iranian women have competed at high levels and won awards and trophies in taekwondo, climbing, shooting, chess and archery. Iranian women mountaineers, climbers and endurance athletes have quietly broken records with little state support. Iranian women lawyers, journalists, and activists documented executions, defended political prisoners, and exposed abuses of minors and women. For this, they have been disbarred, tortured, imprisoned and executed. > > Since 1979, the women of Iran have led protests, defined protest symbols, and reframed political language. Iranian women have outperformed men educationally, sustained families economically, led culturally and morally, innovated scientifically, and resisted politically – all while living under one of the world’s most legally restrictive gender systems. > > LONG LIVE THE GREAT WOMEN OF IRAN.” The women of Iran have not just battled systemic oppression in a manner Western women couldn’t believe, they’re also absolute gangsters. I feel sorry for the women of the West who aren’t inherently called to share their brave acts of defiance and call for the fall of their tyrannical regime in this moment. Where is Greta Thunberg? Where are the suited and booted female power lawyers of the UN? Where is Lena Dunham or Jennifer Lawrence? Maybe they are also afraid of their hair? It is more than envy, although that factors. They are dying to be oppressed-ish (not _this_ oppressed, or equally willing to actually die). They pity themselves and demand to be handed out gold stars for wasting their years taking performative selfies on social media, while the closing walls of the lives of the women of Tehran urged these sisters to make something of every second, because tomorrow is not promised for them - at all. The women of the West fear the women of the Middle East. For these are women who know the enemy they are fighting, and what they are fighting for. These are women who don’t demand allyship or attention to break out of the cages they were born into. They instead take a sledgehammer to the bars that contain them, because they don’t have time to waste. They have had to fortify themselves against the kind of patriarchy that thumb-twiddling Western feminists believe they are somehow equivalently subjected to. Why - you may ask - do I stand with the people of Iran, against the legacy media’s failings? Well it's the right thing to do. Also, I have met along the road of life countless Iranian people who have been the smartest, most committed, beautiful and talented spirits. Their Farsi sounds like poetry. Their _gorme_ _sabzi_ is a meal for kings and queens. They love art and food, family and intellect. They are just the best kind of people. The uprising swells my heart as though it were a fight for Israel’s own survival. The truth is our fates are tied to each other. The Iranians and the Jews are blood brothers and sisters. After October 7, the Jews had few allies who saw us in all our humanity. Our Iranian family never doubted our reality. The people of Iran stood with us when the leftists of the West screamed Free Palestine in our faces, at the expense of their own safety. Some were physically attacked. In the UK, one brave lion was jailed for it. And yet they continued. They were fearless. They too were stabbed in the back by the same performative progressives who once screamed “Women! Life! Freedom!” alongside them, until they realized that the people of Iran don’t want socialism, and don’t want Israel to be blown up by Jihadists. Now these leftists side with their most brutal oppressors. Scum. > _“ Today like every other day, we wake up empty > and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. > Let the beauty we love be what we do. > There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” - Rumi_ Even in my own _ashkenazi_ home, symbols of Persian and Iranian culture peak out from their places. So opulent and romantic. My book shelves are filled with Rumi, Hafiz and Omar Khayyam, some copies I have in Farsi (alas I cannot read it but I love how the letters dance on the page). I have spent many an evening at a Persian feast, eating dishes that announce themselves with so much color. And the art and design? Don't get me started. If you have ever been inspired by any of it, you owe it to stand up and be heard for the people of Iran in their hour of need. The friendship between the Jews and the Iranians stems thousands of years, and was established millennia before the Ayatollahs. I believe that nothing in life happens by accident. This time last year, I came across an extraordinary treasure. This treasure speaks to the eternal kinship between Persia and Judea. I accidentally found out through an antiquarian bookseller in Tel Aviv (Halper’s books) that a famous Farsi poetry collection - the Rubaiyat by 12th century scientist and skeptic Omar Khayyam – was translated into Hebrew. At first I thought nothing of it, but then I did some digging. The Hebrew translation was a project first undergone by one of the leading 20th century Zionist pioneers - poet Naftali Herz Imber. He was born in Galicia and moved to “Palestine” in the 1880s. He was known as ‘the first Hebrew beatnik’. He would later be known for writing a poem called _Hatikvah_ (The Hope), but he died of alcohol poisoning long before the State of Israel was established and his poem became the national anthem of the Jewish state. So Imber was fundamental to the resurrection of modern Hebrew among the initial waves of Zionist immigrants, and he received a grant to translate great literary works into Hebrew to help people learn how to read and write the language. The Jews who repatriated Israel didn’t merely desire that our nation be rich with our own culture, but with all the greatest culture every civilization ever had to offer. > _“ If you wish to know the spirit and purpose of my Hebrew poems, I’ll tell you. For two thousands years Hebrew poetry has been nothing but lamentations. There’ve been no love songs, no wine songs, no songs of joy – nothing pagan. There’s been no poets, only critics in rhyme. Now what I did in my Hebrew verses was to do away with lamentations. My theme, indeed, is Zion. I’m an individualist. It’s the only ‘ism’ I believe in, and I want my nation to be individual, too. I want them to be joyously themselves, and so I’m a Zionist.” > - Naftali Herz Imber_ Quite the opposite of Mamdani and his Islamist payola’s collectivism, wouldn’t you say? Anyway, I wound up bidding for a first pressing of Imber’s translation. I held it in my hands and then gifted this treasure to a person I truly love, without whom I may not have ever learned to appreciate the wisdom of the wordsmiths of Iran. The thought of that book gave me shivers a year ago, but now it stirs something in my soul. I hope its keeper is aware of the warrior-like goodness at work in the place it originates from, and that its historical significance is understood in this awe-inspiring moment. Today there are many evil forces at large determined to keep the fight of Iran in the blackout that the regime has - since last night – subjected the nation to. There are also evil forces at large determined to continue banishing us - the allied voices of truth – from the communities we built in the West, by any means necessary. But I’ll tell you this with certainty. The influence of the left won’t last. For a start, their only oxygen is libel. And there is no heart in a lie. There is only cold cruelty. In Iran’s enforced darkness, we must be a light. Witnesses say that last night approximately 50 protesters were shot and murdered with machine guns in the city of Fardis. Yet they continue to pour into the streets. Theirs is a revolution that could smash the devilish triangle of Iran, Russia and China. It has the power to change the map of the world. Please think of our brave warrior friends out in the streets there as you light your Shabbat candles and pray as usual for peace. If you’re not Jewish, perhaps blast the voice of Farrokh Bulsara – aka Freddie Mercury: _God knows I want to break free!_ If the women of Iran have anything to do with it, we’ll soon be saying Kaddish for Khameini. Subscribe now _To support Blacklisted, please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year_
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January 10, 2026 at 8:12 PM
The Edge of Glory?
Iran inches closer
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January 9, 2026 at 8:07 PM
My Iranian Friends
This is a photo of a young woman in the Iranian city of Abdanan; the first city to be taken back by the people of Iran. She is taking a selfie with a surveillance camera; the tools that have been used to repress the civilians of Iran by the Ayatollahs since 1979. The videos of Abdanan were circulating on social media last night. They are thrilling. Once again, there is not a word to be seen about this on legacy media sites or news channels. I perused the BBC News website hours after these videos circulated. For decades we have rightfully criticized the BBC for anti-Israel bias. Yet, what you can identify clearly now is universal bias, against America, against Britain, and against the West at large. Not one of their stories is told through an objective journalistic lens. You will not see a public news service, but a blog written by agenda-fueled activists. Iran’s uprising is a story to be buried, given all it serves to do it expose the hijacking of the West by the same tyrannical powers that overthrew the Shah in the Iranian revolution of 1979. I was surprised to see British academic Simon Schama bleating online the last few days about the cutbacks to PBS and NPR in the United States by the Trump Administration - or the “regime”, as he calls it. “This regime hates culture,” he tweeted. PBS and NPR are committing the same fraud as the BBC has engaged in for decades; cultivating programing to promote the real regime (socialism), disguised as "culture". They’ve been contributing to the undoing of America, as too the BBC has been the midwife to the fall of Britain. Speaking of “culture”, if you want to understand how the “cultural” leftists are the Islamists’ biggest allies in destroying freedom from within, just look at the beacon of culture that Iran was before 1979. “Culture” was the first to be betrayed by the usurping Marxist-Islamist regime. My dear friend Ryan Saghian is a first generation American Iranian, and one of the top recognized interior designers in the US. He’s been sharing his inspirations from Iran in the last few days, soaring with pride for his brothers and sisters in the uprising: Interesting what can happen to a vibrant cosmopolitan society with the insurgence of the wrong kind of politics, eh? Speaking of, there are no political protests of solidarity for the lions of Iran in the streets of New York or LA. There are, however, leftist morons clashing with anti-Maduro Venezuelans telling them that the brutal dictatorship that took everything from them is a great thing, actually. Oh and Mamdani exposing more of his stupidity by the hour. You see, the American left is not on the side of real revolutionaries. Meanwhile in the actually progressive New York City of the Middle East: When the Islamic Regime in Iran falls, not only will Iranians be free but so too may the West have a moment of reckoning. The West will be challenged to free itself of the woke mind virus when suddenly millions of Iranians will have the freedom to speak the truth to the world about what the last five decades did to their once spectacular society. The first thing they will tell the West is that the Free Palestine movement is the handmaiden of oppression in your own soon to be former democracies. They will also reveal that there is no such thing as “international law” because it never applied to them, and laws that are selective are not laws. They are political weapons. Yesterday, Crown Prince Reza Pahlavi wrote in the Washington Post, offering himself to Trump as a steward of a national transition to democracy in a new Iran: > “As 2026 begins, Iran is on the verge of a profound transformation. Across our country — from Tehran’s Grand Bazaar to cities, towns and villages far from the capital — Iranians are risking their lives to reclaim their future. Their message is unmistakable: The Islamic Republic has exhausted its legitimacy, and after almost 47 years, the country wants to be free. > > The courage of these men and women deserves more than sympathy. It demands clarity, preparation and responsible leadership — inside Iran and among those who influence global affairs. Because Iran’s liberation will mean much more than a restoration of dignity to Iranians. It will bring a global peace dividend of almost unimaginable proportions. > > That’s why I welcome President Donald Trump’s clear and firm support for the Iranian people. His message that the United States stands with those who seek freedom rather than with a regime that exports terror and instability has resonated deeply inside Iran. For protesters facing prison, torture, or death, knowing they are not alone matters. For the regime, it is a reminder that intimidation no longer guarantees survival. We saw proof of that in Venezuela.” In the last year, Iran has lost Syria’s Assad regime, Hezbollah in Lebanon, and a strong Hamas in Gaza. Now they have lost their overseas hub in Venezuela. And Israel has made a very clever move by recognizing Somaliland in the Red Sea, providing a watchful sane eye over Yemen. Not much is left for Iran. Electricity and water is running out. The taps will soon be dry. Their currency has lost 60% of its value. In tandem, the Western left - the regime’s foreign agents - are digging themselves further underground where hopefully nobody will pay attention to them ever again. Iranians are presently chasing Islam out of Iran because it has brutalized them for 40+ years. If they succeed they will never entertain "leftism" again. It was never their choice to begin with. The same leftists who scream about “genocide” today spouted blood libels against the Shah in 1979. These included the communists in Paris, and former Supreme Leader Khomeini. They spun lies, forged statistics, set fire to a cinema in 1978 with civilians inside it, and framed the Shah. It’s the playbook. Jimmy Carter’s appeasing America betrayed the Shah and the country fell into the hands of leftists and Islamists. The Islamists murdered the atheist leftists shortly after. Today these foolish leftists parrot their ancestors to a tee, invoking "international law" to Israel and America, but not to the murderous regimes of Iran and its proxies, like they're playing a game of Catan. "Sharia law" is, in fact, Arabic for international law. Meanwhile, the asleep-at-the-wheel United Nations seems to be relaunching itself as the United Regimes. Over nine days, the Islamic Regime has targeted protesters in 92 cities killing 34, injuring hundreds and arresting over 2,000. The United Nations Human Rights Council have said zilch. You may ask why the Democrats have yet to make any sort of statement about Iran. Well they were busy having a candelit vigil for the “fifth anniversary of January 6”. Iran is not my story to tell. My Iranian friends, the circle of which is growing rapidly by the hour, are the narrators of their story. With that said, I welcome Arian Soroush, Iranian-born US attorny and writer, who sent me his work this morning. It is note perfect. With his permission, I am re-publishing it. “The Left’s Betrayal” is below for you to read. Iranian friends, we will not be silent like our neighbors. They stabbed you in the back 47 years ago, long before they did the same to us. We are with you. _To support Blacklisted please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year._ Subscribe now * * * _The Left ’s Betrayal, by Arian Soroush._ I write with great emotion. Once again, as happens every few years, my brave compatriots in Iran are risking their lives. They are protesting one of the most oppressive imperialist regimes of modern history. And once again, as with every other time, the Western left is nowhere to be found. I refer to the same group who, on October 7, 2023—and in the days that followed, before any Israeli response—jubilated at the “resistance” of so-called “freedom fighters.” Islamist terrorists, by any honest definition. They championed a group that has done nothing, anywhere, at any point in history, to demonstrate a serious commitment to self-determination that leads to freedom, dignity, or prosperity. Instead, as is the Islamist playbook, they seek to dominate at home, terrorize abroad, and rely on Western leftist allies to launder their violence into moral abstraction. Meanwhile, the peaceful and freedom-loving people of Iran—actual freedom fighters, with actual intent to live normal, prosperous lives—receive no such sympathy. No campus chants. No viral outrage. No moral urgency. Instead, we are left largely with the backing of the maligned right. (For which, by the way, we are grateful—whatever their motives.) This is no new phenomenon—it is a pattern. One that predates the Islamic Republic itself. I do not approach this as an abstract political issue; I spent my childhood summers in Iran, saw the system firsthand, and this injustice has remained the most defining and animating political issue of my life. Let me recap real quick. The 1979 revolution did not begin as a purely Islamist uprising. It was a coalition: Islamists, the Communist Tudeh party, Islamist-Marxist groups, and other leftist factions, united primarily by shared hostility toward the Shah and toward the West. These alliances were not accidental. Islamists and leftists have long found convenience in each other, particularly in their shared anti-Western instincts. And what happened once the Shah fell? Every one of those leftist allies was systematically eliminated—executed or exiled. Once the Islamists consolidated power, the leftists’ temporary usefulness expired, and the fundamental incompatibility between Islamism and leftist ideology was resolved the only way Islamism knows how to resolve such tensions: through eradication. Fast-forward to 2009. Millions of Iranians poured into the streets to protest a blatantly rigged election, demanding something modest by any global standard: less theocracy, more accountability. They were met not with reform, but with violence—beatings, live fire, mass arrests, and killings carried out by the regime’s security forces. What did President Obama do? He stayed silent. Years later, he would acknowledge that this was a mistake. But at the time, silence was policy. After all, the Democrats were long determined to strike a nuclear deal at nearly any cost—granting the regime international legitimacy and billions in sanctions relief, even as it continued to brutalize its own population and export violence across the region. Despite that betrayal, Iranians did not stop. Protests continued, intermittently but persistently, over the next decade. Each wave was met with repression. Each time, the world largely looked away. Then came 2022. The Woman, Life, Freedom uprising—sparked by the death of Mahsa Amini, whose crime was exposing too much hair. A young woman beaten to death for a strand of hair. One might imagine this would ignite the global left, so quick to claim feminism and human rights as its moral domain. It did not. Instead, we heard silence. Or worse, hesitation. Warnings about “cultural relativism.” Concern about criticizing the laws of a foreign country. As though the threat of death for women expressing themselves were a delicate anthropological question rather than a moral emergency. And what did the Biden administration do? By easing pressure on the regime during his presidency, the administration helped ensure the regime had the financial oxygen it needed to survive the moment. Of course, lip service was paid to the protestors—but structurally, the approach did not change. No meaningful escalation. No support commensurate with the scale of courage on the streets. Just continued adherence to the stale policy of making a deal. No regime change for you, silly Iranians—don’t you know that diplomacy is the way of the thoughtful, regardless of how many bodies pile up? This reflexive instinct to oppose whatever one’s political opponent favors—from Iran to Venezuela—is not incidental. It is central to the left’s failure of moral clarity. Obama wanted a deal, so the left wanted a deal. Republicans talk about regime change, so the left rejects it outright, as though the source of an idea alone determines its morality. And so, principle is replaced with posture. Freedom and human rights relegated in favor of party lines. Critically, the left has betrayed not just Iranians—but also its own professed values. And the hypocrisy is infuriating. The same people who speak endlessly about human rights fall silent when those rights are violated by Islamists. The same voices that posture as feminists will not speak plainly about a system that reduces women to legal minors, punishes joy, criminalizes dissent, and elevates death over life. The same activists who claim to oppose imperialism make endless excuses for a religious imperialism that has devastated Iran, Afghanistan, Syria, Lebanon—and every once-rich society it has touched. Islamism is treated as a protected category, not because it is misunderstood, but because condemning it would fracture the left’s preferred moral narrative. And this brings us to October 7. The same people who could not find their voices for Iranian women suddenly found them in celebration. Celebration of mass murder. Celebration of rape, kidnapping, and slaughter—so long as it could be reframed as “resistance.” The same people who warned against judgment when women were beaten to death for their hair had no trouble justifying atrocities when the victims were Israelis. And if the Western left believes it will be spared, it should study history more carefully. Islamism has no permanent allies—only temporary ones. In Iran, leftists marched alongside Islamists, rationalized them, enabled them, and dismissed early warnings. Once power was secured, those same leftists were eliminated. Movements that elevate absolutism do not coexist with dissent for long. They consume it. And the Islamist threat grows. Look at Australia. In the wake of October 7, it had no qualms about rewarding Islamist violence with symbolic recognition of a Palestinian state. The message was clear: launch the most savage, barbaric attack in modern history, wait for the inevitable response of warfare that you intended (and that you designed to maximize your own civilian casualties), and we’ll back you. No such recognition—symbolic or otherwise—was ever extended to actual freedom fighters in Iran. And months later, Australia got Bondi: the Hanukkah beach celebration turned massacre by gunfire. This is what moral cowardice buys you. You appease, you validate, you look away—and then you act shocked when the violence doesn’t politely stay “over there.” And I assure you, it’s not just the Jews they’re after. Islamist ideology is explicitly supremacist: rooted in actual doctrine, it demands domination—not coexistence—over those who do not submit. That is not paranoia. It is their own stated worldview. Jihad is only its most explicit weapon. Migration pressure, propaganda networks (including what you’re fed on social media), institutional capture, and intimidation are its quieter tools. When you stay silent about this—or worse, enable it—you do not get peace. You get more violence. More intimidation. More attacks. And when those attacks happen, the same voices that cry endlessly about “genocide” offer only brief, embarrassed murmurs. So, while I’m mad about Iran, I’m also deeply worried for the direction of Western society more broadly. I’m no alarmist. I try to look rationally at history and patterns. And my empirical conclusion, put simply, is that we are deeply, profoundly fucked. To conclude, I say to those who need to hear it: Wake the fuck up. Get on the right side of history before it’s too late. Thank you for reading.
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January 7, 2026 at 8:00 PM
East to West
The dangerous things I think out loud
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January 2, 2026 at 7:59 PM
Fin
The dangerous things I think out loud
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January 1, 2026 at 8:00 PM
Romi Gonen: Hour-long special
Released Israeli hostage Romi Gonen’s interview with Channel 12 in Israel was an hour special tiled “With Extraordinary Courage”. Today the full episode is now available with English subtitles, although crucial snippets have been circulating on social media for four days. The Hebrew episode was aired initially on Christmas Day. Thus far, Gonen’s incendiary and heartbreaking story has not been picked up by the BBC, or Sky News, or New York Times, nor Washington Post, MSNBC, CNN, the Guardian…. Nobody has shared the testimony of a then 23-year-old innocent young woman who was kidnapped from a music festival, after witnessing her friend be shot and killed in front of her, only to then spend more than one year in captivity in Gaza, during which time she experienced sexual assault by four different men. They included one “nurse” at the now infamous Al Shifa hospital, and one “journalist” (ie the Hamas militants that human rights “feminist” lawyers of the West advocate for, while turning a blind eye to Gonen, and her fellow victims). Let’s not forget that the cosplaying humanitarians of the West tore down Gonen’s hostage poster. They rolled their eyes as her sister Yarden stood before the United Nations while Romi was still held captive. Yarden spoke of exactly these sexual atrocities happening to Israeli women - and men - during and post October 7 at the hands of Palestinians in Gaza. Romi and Yarden’s critics claimed that rape was a form of resistance, not a war crime. They had the audacity to make baseless accusations instead towards the IDF; alleging that soldiers were molesting Palestinians in Gaza. They inverted the truth, turning the victim into the oppressor. So yes it’s been four days. Where are all the journalists who rushed instantly to publish stories on Palestinians being abused sexually by the IDF without evidence? All the journalists who claim without proof that Israeli prisons are torturing their inmates? All the non-profits who rushed to scream that Israel was abusing Greta Thunberg’s Instagram-posing amateur fellow sailors when they were intercepted this summer - again with no basis? All the celebrities insisting that there was no rape on or after October 7 but who enthusiastically came to the defense of hate-baiting artists like Kneecap and Bob Vylan and political agitators such as Mahmoud Khalil? Where are all the voters who insisted they couldn’t in good faith hit the ballot box for alleged sex pest Andrew Cuomo in the New York Mayoral Election, so chose Jihad-loving Mamdani instead? Where are their voices now? Did their brains fall down a toilet? Prominent Hollywood voices denied that reports of sexual abuse, such as Gonen’s, would ever exist. Rosie O’Donnell, Indya Moore, Sara Ramirez, Saul Williams and John Cusack, among many others, have spread rape denial to their millions of followers. In the name of social justice. They owe Gonen an apology. They owe women an apology. They owe everyone who has ever been sexually abused an apology. That’s how this goes, no? Where are they all now that the lioness Romi Gonen has bravely spoken up in front of millions? A young Jewish woman who survived a year-plus in captivity, held by Islamic radicals who took advantage of her whenever they could. She’s not a public figure. She’s not a celebrity embroiled in a controversy. She never asked to be on a world stage. She was just a young girl dancing at a music festival. She’s just a young girl today, rolling a cigarette at home, between takes, doing an unimaginably bold thing: speaking the truth in the public square of today’s online media against a tidal wave of hostility. Where are you all now? Times Up? Me Too? What’s the matter with you? How dare you to talk about feminism, about surviving, about abuse, about sexual assault, about silencing. How dare you, while with the same mouth spreads lies and disinformation about women who have always fought for all of you - because we’re Jewish, because we won’t apologize, because we’re strong. How dare you erase us. We stood up for non-Jewish survivors and in response we were pitchfork mobbed out of the picture. How can you be a survivor and remain quiet? It is impossible. Progressives and social justice warriors have actively perpetrated the silencing and erasure of Jewish women from the spaces we fought for and built. Defamed us. Libeled us. Abandoned us. We have been silenced for continuing to do the right thing. For consistent advocacy. While they move in with terrorists and justifications for the most intimate forms of violence that they so insist they’re fighting against. The inversion of truth about Israel and the Jewish people is the great moral crime of my lifetime. And what of our smug and rightoues Western media? How can you call yourselves journalists? CNN, where are you? Where are the prize-winning women who broke the Harvey Weinstein story? Where is Ronan Farrow? Where is Michelle Obama? Oprah, did you get a new number? Listen to and watch Gonen’s story. Ingest her words. It’s the least you can do. For the future of the West. For the sake of your own daughters. Be Romi’s witness. Subscribe now _To support Blacklisted, please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year._
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December 30, 2025 at 8:01 PM
The Score
_She didn ’t say the word ‘rape’._ Here it comes. Romi Gonen didn’t use the right words to describe the worst thing that ever happened to her. Familiar to everybody who has ever stood up for, or next to someone who has endured sexual abuse. Yesterday I shared a video of Romi’s testimony here on Blacklisted. > “I was paralysed. Asking why? Why? There was this one moment in the bathroom. I was crying like crazy. He was having the time of his life. He’s ecstatic.” A Palestinian doctor assaulted Romi only days into her captivity. He was supposed to treat the injuries she sustained on October 7, and abused her in the shower. She was assaulted repeatedly by three other men, including a cameraman who filmed her for propaganda (or – “journalism”, according to Western “feminists”), and two Hamas militants who abused her for 16 days. Her third assault lasted thirty minutes in a toilet, and her rapist threatened her with a gun if she told anyone. The response? Crickets. Where are all the women I marched with? Where are all the women I worked with? Where are all the women I believed and refused to remain silent for? Where are you all? The women of the West became the stenographers for the rapists who did this to our sisters. Jewish women have been silenced. Our rapists are the “doctors” and “journalists” that performative professional feminists of the West spend their days advocating for. They fight for these Palestinians who are “just following orders”, right? We will never forgive the women who sided with rapists for power and popularity. Who lionized, celebrated, deified, and glorified this Islamic cult of rape. Everywhere I look today are posts about Jeffrey Epstein’s victims. Don’t get me wrong. Epstein’s victims deserve to be spoken about. But why is the rape cult of Epstein more palatable in the public discourse than the still active rape cult of Jihad that continues to be a threat in the present moment? Is it more comfortable to be angry at the past? What about the almighty Hamas of now? What about the current power of ISIS? Courage is not selective. Decency is not discriminate. Upholding the truth is not picky. If you purport to be an advocate for women, rape should make your blood boil. You should understand what rape is. You should recognize it when it is being described by a survivor. And that recognition should overtake any of your own personal need for attention, validation or recognition. That is what it means to speak up for women. Unless, of course, that was never what it meant for some of these self-congratulatory women’s rights voices. Unless, of course, these posers were using other women’s trauma to advance their own “fame”. > “It's a moment I'll never forget in my life. I've reached the worst possible situation – there’s nowhere to go from here. > > “When he left the bathroom and I followed him, in one second there’s a ringing in my ears and I can’t hear anything. I'm starting to feel like the world is spinning around me. All that went through my mind was: ‘Romi, everyone in Israel thinks you're dead and you're going to be a captive sex slave’. Trauma lives in the body. If you’ve been assaulted you understand what Romi is saying here, and how she is saying it. Cynics will use her strength and resolve against her. Romi’s testimony is delivered with brawn. She has moxie. She’s a hero. She spoke on TV to millions about sexual abuse from a position of fortitude and strength, knowing that she would be attacked for it. Any survivor would be proud of how she met that moment. She was able to command her emotions not because it didn’t happen to her, but because she refuses to fear it. > “My tears flowed, and he looked at me: ‘Romi, are you okay?’ In my head I thought, ‘Son of a bitch, how can you ask me that?’ I told myself there was nothing I could do. He approached me with a gun and threatened: ‘If you tell anyone – I’ll kill you’.” If all the women who demanded support as victims of assault and violence are true survivors, if the trauma lives in their body, where is their rage? They should be livid that they’ve been fooled into supporting such a bastard ideology over staying the course with their Jewish sisters. Their Jewish sisters who were the ones who stood by them in the hardest times. Could there be a reason we never let it break us? I have read countless books on sexual abuse and PTSD. I did it to make myself a better advocate, a better sister, a better friend, a better witness. I did it because I stood by survivors. I was not afraid of the consequences. I would have turned the sky inside out to avenge harm, injustice, and the daylight robbery that is rape. I chose to stand up as a supporter, to be seen and to subsequently be targeted with years of online vitriol, mockery and character defamation. It was my honor to protect, defend and provide shelter for the truth. I knew that a survivor’s testimony destroys her - or his - life. I learned about the cruel master that calls itself trauma. I didn’t run from it. I know the price Romi pays. I hope she has someone to sit by her side every night till she’s tired enough to attempt to sleep. I hope she has someone there every morning to get her moving. I hope she has people who remember the hard dates, who have learned to shield her from the everyday things that will send her body back to hell, who know exactly what song she needs to hear, or recipe she needs to cook to bring simple joy into her heart. I hope she has the love she deserves, and that she knows how to accept it. I hope she knows she did nothing to provoke these horrors in her memory. These are the important details that save a life. I met her father, and her sister Yarden, and I reckon she’s in very good hands. “The ordinary response to atrocities is to banish them from consciousness,” writes Judith Herman, in _Trauma And Recovery_. “Atrocities, however, refuse to be buried. Denial does not work. Remembering and telling the truth about terrible events are prerequisites both for the restoration of the social order, and for the healing of individual victims.” She writes: “There is no public monument for rape survivors.” We have been betrayed, but so too has the West betrayed itself. If the West cannot hear Romi, it cannot turn its wrongs into right. Since 2017, I reported on stories of abuse of power in Hollywood. I marched. I interviewed dozens of survivors. I spent years in service to telling women’s stories, to honoring their recovery. To seek justice. To ensure that survivors wouldn’t stand alone. Do the women of the West understand the betrayal of their silence now? Do they understand how they sold their Jewish sisters out? That they are ruled by fear? That they won’t stand up against a populist racket of a cause that protects a terrorist organization, and a religious fanaticism? That they’re promoting the idea of women as _sabaya_ - sex slaves. Believe all women? What does it mean? I have a “little sister”, who I met in public advocacy. She’s not Jewish, but she’s a survivor of sexual assault. She didn’t hesitate to advocate for Jewish and Israeli women after October 7 despite existing in the pressure cooker environment of a New York City university, surrounded by friends in encampments and at Free Palestine marches. She posted every week. She wore a yellow pin. These stories of our sisters are just as difficult for her to stomach, because rape is rape. It doesn’t sound different when a Jewish woman tells it. We texted this morning. “People don’t understand what rape is because it’s considered inappropriate and shameful to discuss it,” she said. “People on TikTok won’t even say or type the word rape. It’s always ‘r@pe’ or ‘grape’. Survivors live with the visceral horror of it— the graphic details that we’re ‘not allowed’ to say aloud, the positions in which it happened, the sounds of bodies making contact. Those are the details that make rape _rape_ ; that make it horrific beyond words. I understand when women simply don’t want to share those parts. Yet because it’s not ‘allowed’ in public discourse, people don’t understand the horror. The details are supposed to make you uncomfortable because rape is uncomfortable. The public is spared from that. Survivors are not. People stay silent because they don’t have to face it.” Romi talks about dissociation, about staring out of a window and hearing birds chirping, details that will be mocked, but these are the details that survivors remember after they’ve been assaulted. When you’re actively being abused, you’re focusing on _anything_ else to get you through the moment. In recounting the harm, the brain shuts down access to the parts it does not want to compute, but the bruises live under the skin. Recounting the rape, according to many survivors, is akin to reliving the rape. Testifying before a court or a baying public can feel like a second rape. Women who have been raped understand how women talk about rape without using the word rape due to shame, fear and the operational dysfunction of trauma. When the world’s chorus denies or jeers, every woman who has been assaulted feels diminished, dirty, reminded of why they shouldn’t speak at all. If you deny that one woman has been raped, you may as well deny that any woman has been raped. That’s why the reaction of Western women to October 7 has cannibalized feminism. _The Body Keeps The Score_ by Bessel Van Der Kolk is cited as the lead tome on trauma and abuse. The title is true. The body _does_ keep the score. Van Der Kolk writes: “…traumatized people have a tendency to superimpose their trauma on everything around them and have trouble deciphering whatever is going on around them.” The score of October 7, however, is a collective one, and it’s not one the West can afford to be confused about, or have trouble deciphering. In the West, the Jews are packing our bags. That is a disturbance that should keep non-Jews awake at night. As should the words of Meirav Gonen, Romi’s mother. She shared these ahead of her daughter’s televised confession yesterday: > Dear mothers (and fathers too), > If you’re planning to watch Uvda tonight, > I know what’s sitting in your body right now. > That sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. > On one hand, there’s the natural pull of curiosity, > the need to show up, to witness, not to leave her alone. > In this case, it’s my Romi. > And on the other, there’s the ache. > The knot in the stomach over what she’s already been through, > and everything we still don’t know. > The fear of the unknown. > What steadies me > is seeing her. > Looking into her eyes as she speaks. > Seeing her strength, her depth, > her fierce insistence on choosing life in every way she can. > And her quiet certainty > that we are fighting to bring her home. > That our love crosses borders, > moves through time and space, > and will carry her back to us. > All of us are part of this. > Part of the strength that comes from standing together. > Be gentle. > Be attentive. > And at the same time, allow yourselves to see the strength. > The strength of a people, reflected in one brave girl. > (Reflected in so many children, of all ages.) > And still, we don’t forget > that there are others still being held, > wounded who need care, > and grieving families who need to be held and supported. > And yes, > my stomach is still turning. 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December 27, 2025 at 8:00 PM
Romi Gonen Breaks Silence
Romi, we believe you. Today, Channel 12 broadcast Romi Gonen’s first major interview following her release from Hamas captivity in Gaza in January. Sitting cross-legged without costume or script or gimmickry, Gonen stares directly across at her interviewer and fights through her darkest memories to tell the world with deep breaths and nightmarish conviction that she was raped by her captors in Gaza. From as early as the fourth day of her captivity, Gonen was assaulted. She told herself that she was facing life as “a sex slave” and there was nothing she could do to stop it. “He took everything from me,” she says, frankly, plainly. For the last decade, we saw a movement sink its teeth into daily dialogue to demand that we “believe all women”. Well, where the hell is this movement now? We know where. It’s championing the rapist Jihadists who did this. It’s cosplaying as Gazans, wearing keffiyehs, marching arm and arm in the streets of the West every weekend insisting that intersectional feminism demands a “Free Palestine”. Rather than draw strength from the battles won by real feminists over decades, the new wave insist on self-victimization. They define themselves as oppressed, and waltz into their own perverted fantasy where somehow this wouldn’t happen to them if they wound up in Gaza. Romi, 25, has spoken out about how she was abused four times, with the third assault involving being held at gun point. She has more courage in her fingernail than the vast majority of the so-called silence breakers of TimesUp and #MeToo put together. Today she speaks the truth to a wall of hostility. Where are the celebrity women speaking “truth to power” for their sister Romi? Gonen speaks the truth despite the knowledge that the world doesn’t want to know about Hamas’s crimes. The world doesn’t want to know about the ideology of Islam that would make the worst moments of Gonen’s life the greatest triumph for the depraved rapists of “Palestine”. Listen to her describe that in her own words. Listen and weep. Watch the testimony. Go on and kid yourself that you’re an empath who believes in human kindness while you politicize a humanitarian atrocity and continue to support the faux “oppressed”. The people of Gaza are not your brothers and sisters in marginalization. These Jihadists are your future violators. Hamas are a rape cult. Be outraged by Jeffrey Epstein but don’t be selective about rape cults. Hamas deserve your rage and condemnation. What’s the use in campaigning against violence against women and girls if you let Hamas off the hook? Or do Jewish women not count? Today is Christmas Day, yes. And we are living through history. This morning 115 ISIS suspects were detained in Turkey for attempting to coordinate raids on Christmas and New Years that would have massacred countless innocents. Christmas is the target. Joy is the target. Family values are the target. Women are the target. Romi Gonen was a target. This Christmas, don’t rest. Think about what you’re willing to fight for, and how. For it is not I who is watching you. It is history. History does not hide the truth. Share Gonen’s testimony far and wide. And say it. Romi, we believe you. Subscribe now _To support Blacklisted, please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year._
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December 26, 2025 at 8:09 PM
Judah
The dangerous things I think out loud
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December 23, 2025 at 7:54 PM
Silenced
for being a Jew
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December 22, 2025 at 7:54 PM
Finish Them
The dangerous things I think out loud
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December 21, 2025 at 7:54 PM
Breaking: Pogrom in Bondi Beach
This morning, two terrorists unloaded their guns on a Chanukah party in Bondi beach for the first day of candle-lighting. The story is developing. Sydney natives are sending mixed messages about locals still under siege and remaining in place until the attack is definitively under control. Two men have been arrested as videos circulate. Videos that remind me of October 7. Pools of blood. Bodies strewn. The eeriness of the similarities with initial videos I saw from the attacks in the Israeli town of Sderot on that hellish morning two years ago is hard to stomach. Why? Because we warned everyone, because we have screamed, because we have been silenced by the media, the governments and the Clementine Ford Hamas fanatic, who have this Jewish blood on their hands. Initial reports are claiming various numbers dead, at least three verified. This news broke only moments after news from Brown University over in the US of another mass shooting. Whether there is any relation between these events remains to be seen. But what is certain is that the West is falling. I am currently on a highway in Israel after a week long delegation about which I cannot wait to share extensive reports with you. I am travelling to the deep southern desert to decompress under the stars and could not fathom this pogrom breaking while en route. And yet I recall only months ago thinking to myself that as soon as the Gaza war ended, and likely before Christmas, we would see terror attacks spreading over the West. I will write more in the coming days about my experiences here but by and large the through line is a closing of so many circles that began for us on October 7 and for me intimately during my first war reporting trip here in December 2023. I have witnessed the journeys of Israelis - be them Nova survivors, hostage families, scholars and lawyers and first responders, IDF soldiers and beyond - and I see a major shift now in all of them. A shift towards moving forward. Not forgetting but rebuilding. They are not defining themselves by the atrocities but demanding purpose to do something with what happened. To focus once more on their dreams. For people in the depths of post trauma to have such imagination once more is breathtakingly inspiring. And yet this morning at one last breakfast in Tel Aviv, I thought to myself — as Israel heals, the West is belligerently ignoring a rude wake up call. It is self-sabotaging hubris. An hour later and here we are. We appealed to them in every way. We repeated it till our tears ran dry and our voices broke: Appeasing to terrorists doesn’t work. The capitulating governments of Australia, Spain, France, Britain, Ireland and Canada will learn their lessons in the most brutal ways. Your innocent people are going to die. Free Palestine is a death movement. my caption Since I’ve been in Israel, many friends have texted me from the diaspora to ask if I’m safe, worrying about me here. I keep saying there’s nowhere safer. The ball still hasn’t dropped. It happened here first. It’s happening where you are now. Not just to Jews. To everyone. But let’s not forget the specificity of us Jews: because that part is important. I was interviewed by the Jerusalem Post and I filmed an episode of the Aish podcast with Jamie Geller here, both to come. In both interviews I said: it is not our responsibility as Jewish people to save the West from its own suicidal empathy. It is theirs. We came to assimilate, to contribute, to innovate and build. We have been betrayed. We have been abandoned while we demanded accountability for the West’s refusal to keep its promise to us after the horrors it ignored last century. Ultimately, we have a place to go. They do not. On Thursday morning, I saw the most comprehensive and undeniable collection of evidence for the October 7 massacre yet, comprised of even more extensive harrowing video footage from Hamas body cams, from first responder units and from articles found alongside the neutralized Hamas and Gazan civilian invaders. They include conclusive evidence of UNRWA complicity, proof that Gazan “journalists” are Hamas militants who participated in October 7, and unparalleled documentation of the Jihadist ideology of Hamas, of the indoctrination of children from a very young age, and the usage of the most hateful verses of the Hadith and Quran. It is being held here in Israel and my sincere hope is that it reaches those who must witness it. I will share the exhibit with you shortly. Suffice to say, after I exited this military exhibition, which is not yet open to the public, I turned to friends and said: what’s stopping the Western imported terrorists of Islam from getting weapons illegally and doing the same massacres in Western countries? They are protected by the practitioners of law in all of these Western democracies. But of course those practising the law are themselves terrorists. As George Clooney revealed about his wife Amal, a human rights lawyer at a London chambers, only two weeks ago. I am sick to my core today. My heart is with the Jewish community of Bondi, in Sydney. And with the Jews of Australia, a community I adore and have spent so much time around. Stay strong. Why must the Jewish people continue to tell _this_ story about ourselves? _To support my work, please subscribe to Blacklisted for $10/month or $100/year._
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December 14, 2025 at 7:32 PM
Tennis
I don’t wait. I knew this about myself but perhaps forgot it behind the sofa somewhere for a while. When I moved into my dream home ten days ago, I remembered that I don’t wait, because despite all the stuff I had (I like stuff, I have a lot of it), by 3am in the wee hours of the first night in which I was finally alone in my new house, without lugging cowboys, or flying visits, I folded the penultimate cardboard box from a day’s unloading. I walked to the trash at the back of my new street, I dumped the final cart, and I exhaled. I didn’t want to wait to finally feel at ease. It’s been far too long. A smile crept over my soul. Here I am. Made it. New walls. Gorgeous oak wood floors. Floor-to-ceiling bay windows. A courtyard with a fountain that sings all day, like a little river running through the golden rays of old Hollywood. I left the final box in a corner I haven’t figured out yet. There are pieces of my life that I brought with me in there, but I am not sure what place they have. That’s OK. They can wait. I won’t. I cannot. I don’t pretend, either. I have never managed that. When I was a child, I could not fib. I was not allowed to ride my bicycle on main roads with my friends, only in neighborhood streets. But one day, we all biked down the Mearns Road in Clarkston. Buses go there. Roundabouts separate the wider streets. When I got home, I couldn’t lie. I admitted that we were naughty. I was in trouble. But it was better to be in trouble than to deceive the people you love. As a writer, I have made all my mistakes in public. I’d rather do that than to tell tales. Nobody deserves that. Writing it out is sipping in air. Pressing send is blowing it out. I have lived every moment of my adult life through words. I set them up the way I learned how to play tennis. Serve from inside the line. Force your opponent further back. An ace gives you the greatest advantage. But it’s no fun for the receiver. When I wrote through my cancellation, I aced the woke progressives. They saw that ball whizz past them and they had nothing for me, other than to lie and call me out of bounds. Thanksgiving marks my immigration to America. I did not wait. I was invited to quit my job and move to a strange place, and I did it with barely a hesitation. Eleven years ago I boarded a plane to LAX on a one way ticket out of London. I knew I was going for a while but I didn’t know for how long I’d fall down the rabbit hole of Los Angeles. There have been many times in which I’ve toyed with leaving this place because the stars lost their sparkle and the sky no longer felt so tall and wide. And yet this hunger in my stomach made me stay. The pink sunsets, the dusty hiking trails, the abandoned muscle cars waiting to be revived, the old haunts from a bacchanalian era where the walls whisper legends of old. I always wanted to live among the icons. It’s where I belong. I always came back. This is the city that pushes you to be the greatest. To tell the story. To become it. Earlier this morning I walked up La Brea, the aorta of Hollywood, and the roads were empty and the winter fog caressed the tarmac, and I have that same feeling I had when I made the leap. “I wonder what magic is going to appear when the clouds lift…” The greatest is what I want to be. No less will do. Something is coming. Nothing is for nothing. I believe it. What you love with your mightiest heart comes back to you in forms you may not recognize, but you remember its song, or the way it winks at you, or the name it calls you by. There is light on the horizon. I was at an event last weekend that I wrote about here. A room full of Jews, Muslims, Christians, and non-believers all in alignment and agreement about the threat of radical extremism in the West. All clamoring to make a plan to deal with it. We were not the bridges anyone should have burned. But sometimes it’s easier for other people to pretend. Pretend there’s no issue. Pretend everything’s fine. Pretend they know it all. Not for me. The other night, I watched an advanced preview of The Chronology Of Water. It’s Kristen Stewart’s directorial debut. I bought the book by Lidia Yuknavitch years and years before I read it. It was recommended to me by a singer-songwriter who wound up shilling for Palestine. Another number in my phone that I cannot imagine ever dialing me again. Apologies are hard for people who don’t want to remember. One night last year I could not do anything to curb my pain. I felt like everything was gone. I couldn’t stop crying. I was standing inside a hell that I couldn’t see, because I had become my own worst enemy. And I saw the book on my shelf and thought - alright let’s see if you can do the job. I started reading and the force of Yuknavitch’s prose pulled me into another realm. In her chaotic memoirs I found myself soothed, despite the tragedy and the intensity of her stories. The dam closed for me, and a portal opened. I read the book in one sitting. The film is not the book but it is superb in its own way, and Imogen Poots’ embodiment - an actor I had not encountered before, but who I am now convinced may have given the greatest performance of the year – is singular and unconfined. The energy of the book can’t be contained. That book makes canvasses out of pages. The thought of describing that book intimidates me. That Stewart wanted to turn it into film speaks to her militant self-belief, but also to her willingness to fail. Yet she doesn’t fail. Her direction allows the narrative to travel like a gushing, murky creek outwards into one giant ocean. It’s the perfect homage to a tome that felt so rebelliously feminine to me, at a time when so many try to write the so called “female experience” and fall so fucking short. Immediately as I closed the back of the book, I looked Yuknavitch up online, and discovered that the author is a Palestine freak. Hamas would limit her in every way she’s liberated herself. And yet, her work spoke to me at a time when I was wailing for freedom again. For that, I thank her. People ask me all the time: how do I listen to, read, watch the artists I adore, knowing that they evacuated their brains and hearts on the issue of Israel and the Jews. How do I listen to Paul Weller? a man asked, last weekend. He was distressed about his own fandom. Alright. Let’s put _Stanley Road_ on, shall we? It’s playing now as I type. If you’ve got the funk, it will move you. Looking around, I have mezuzahs on my doorways and a siddur among the books on my shelves. My shelves are full of thinkers who disagree with each other, and I with them: Hitchens, Sartre, Shakespeare, Miller, Nin, Tolstoy, Rand, Dershowitz, Khayyam, Hemingway, Rumi, Kissinger. I wonder where Edgar Allan Poe stands on gender? If they can all be contained in one room, next to Ziggy Stardust (and the spiders from Mars), is that not better? Am I not richer? _Stanley Road_ is a pretty slice of British soul. When I hear Weller’s gravelly timbre on “Broken Stones”, I’m reminded of a stunning summer I spent in London a few years ago. _And another pitch shatters Another little bit gets lost Tell me what else really matters Oh, such a cost_ _Like pebbles on a beach Kicked around, displaced by feet Oh, like broken stones They’re all trying to get home_ We’re not just us. We are also living among neighbors. Some of them are so far behind us. So I don’t force them to sit by my side. You can’t make them choose you. That is ego. You can’t wait for them. They have to catch up. I see it as window-shopping or eavesdropping on a conversation I’m not going to be part of. Nor do I want to be part of that conversation. Who would want to sit at a table with Paul Weller while he chips his teeth grinding out words about Gaza and Palestine that he doesn’t understand. The version of Paul Weller that I know on _Stanley Road_ is set in time, and moves to my own memories. In so many ways, the art has nothing to do with him for me. And I still have eyes to look and ears to hear it. I don’t care if he has a problem with it. Fuck you, Paul, and thanks for the music. I have known many artists. I have ridden in cars with them, and shared meals. They cook breakfast just like you. That also has nothing to do with what they write, or how they sing, or who they play. What I write is separate from how I do. I think it is distinct. Yes, I would like it more if Kristen Stewart had not signed an Artists For Ceasefire letter. But does it make me less proud to enjoy her _oeuvre_? I think it makes me more. More proud. More dynamic. More certain. More whole. If you can enjoy something made by someone who has beliefs you find distasteful, even harmful, and it doesn’t affect your sense of self, you have escaped the influence of blind admiration. To be impressed by someone’s work enough to take the pieces that speak to your human condition, and to walk away from the parts of them that would cause you pain, requires a security and independence that separates you from the baying fans. Today I feel like I survived a world of fiction that tried to remake me as a monster, because I broke free from the delusions of the artist world. I am thankful to be thriving, more than anything, as the me who refused to wait for them. What a ride it has been. I never expected any of this. When people come up every day to tell me they are “fans”, I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t sing songs. I don’t play characters. I don’t paint pictures. I can’t tell you what it means because the recognition and the support comes after shedding every skin, and for speaking the truth despite every cost. For being exactly who I am. It’s possible to find your purpose and to stand in it entirely. You all nourish my soul. To be seen and known is the greatest gift. It is also the medicine for curing the sickness in our society. To not wait for permission to speak. To not sit it out until it’s the “right” moment. To not pretend to be something else, something passive, something amenable, in order to get by for now. To force change is hard. I was made an example of, so I became the example. Flip it and reverse it, as Missy Elliott said. They win when we are afraid and alone. They lose when we rise back up together. 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November 28, 2025 at 4:28 PM
Qatar's Got Talent
The week of Zohran Mamdani’s election, I met a really interesting guy at a Shabbat dinner. Not Jewish. He kept making sure that was understood, but to me he was as comfortable at a Shabbat table as most Jews. Turns out since graduating college, he has worked in and around the State of Israel in public affairs in various capacities. Dillon Hosier has now turned his time to his brainchild ICAN (Israeli-American Civic Action Network. He is CEO. At the dinner, the topical concern of what Mamdani’s election “means” and “what now” took precedence. Hosier indicated that he had identified Mamdani as a very real threat in 2023 because he has been monitoring emerging political dangers at local levels across the United States. Essentially Hosier is in the business of identifying who the next big thing will be. He is on the hunt for future anti-Israel, anti-America, anti-West political superstars, and he is urging pro-Israel networks to come together to mitigate these rises. If Qatar produced a reality talent contest for upcoming American insurgent politicians, Hosier would be the one spotting the winners. He whipped out his iPhone and showed one of the tech tools ICAN has initiated. I was blown away. Here was a live map of America, featuring red and green spots according to the most precarious areas for future Mamdanis. Alarmingly there is an incoming “Mamdani Strip” (Hosier’s term) in New York, full of more and more copycat candidates. Many are members of the DSA: Democratic Socialists of America, which is not officially tied to the Democrats but which works within its electoral system and runs candidates in their primaries. You know the story of AOC, right? Tonight onstage in West Hollywood, Hosier gave a presentation of ICAN’s objectives, before he was joined by three incredible voices I am proud to call friends: John Mirisch (former Mayor of Beverly Hills, now city council member), Loay Alshareef (Saudi-born, UAE-based reformed Muslim, and Abraham Accords activist) and Dr Sheila Nazarian (Persian Jewish activist, Fox news contributor, and plastic surgeon). Mirisch is an Ashkenazi Jew who has always been confounded by antizionism, and has tied his mast to Israel since he was growing up in LA. Nazarian fled Iran with her parents via Pakistan then Vienna, before they received papers to come to America. Alshareef is a would-be posterchild for a new Middle East. He is based in the UAE, was radicalized as a child to hate Jews and Christians but had his own awakening about Islamism. He prays, he fasts, and he believes that there is a way to modernize Islam so that those who practice can not only co-exist in the Western world, but so that the Middle East can evolve out of its past, normalize relations with Israel and cease to demonize America and the West. Alshareef is a really exceptional human. To be in his presence is to feel a sense of calm about the future. All three were together tonight to discuss Mamdani, who promotes radical Islamist ideals, preaches the genocide lie about Gaza, and the Apartheid lie about Israel, and has often been found supporting the screams of “From the river to the sea.” “Mamdani has never been to Israel,” opens Alshareef, who says he would accept an invitation to sit down with New York’s incoming Mayor. Whether he will receive one or not is another question. I don’t believe Mamdani to be a good faith actor. Neither does Alshareef, who has visited Israel more than a handful of times, and says that almost immediately everything that an Arab Muslim has been indoctrinated to hate about Israel is shattered completely by the experience of going there. Dr Nazarian noted that Congressman Richie Torres once said about the DSA that they ask only _two_ foreign policy questions in order to secure funding and support for a prospective candidate. The first is that any candidate must promise to support the BDS movement against Israel. The second is that they must promise to never visit Israel. No wonder AOC doesn’t know where the Jordan river is. And yet, so many play along. The motivation cannot possibly be integrity but opportunism. For money, for political power, for fame and instant success. And yet what is the cause of this unholy marriage between leftists and Islamism?According to Alshareef it’s two-fold. First, the American Left suffer from the same guilt that the Europeans experience, and they believe that to support the radicals is to support the “right cause”. “What they don’t realize,” he says, “is that they are the first sheep to the slaughter.” Second, they are totally ignorant to – and don’t understand –the Middle East. They have handed human rights to extremists and radicals who only seek to misuse the liberal freedom that America is giving them. The idea is to destroy democracy _through_ democracy itself. “Listen to those of us who know,” says Alshareef. “This is so dangerous.” Alshareef, as mentioned, is a reformed Muslim, and makes a distinction that he insists is not a majority position. He doesn’t waste time denying that the majority position in the Muslim world is not yet shared by him, but were Saudi Arabia to join the Abraham Accords it could change everything. Saudi’s leader Mohammad Bin Salman according to Sharif is earnest and honest, and does want to commit to the peace deal, and yet his hesitation is due to the position of Saudi among the Muslim world, and the pressure on him from other Arab nations to insist upon some recognition for the Palestinians in advance of signing. Saudi is a key piece of the puzzle. If and when they join the Abraham Accords, many other Muslim countries will follow. The issue is that Mamdani and his ilk are also yet to meet Alshareef in his evolved peaceful state. “He is not peaceful,” says AlShareef. “He is dishonest.” He explains that there are two types of Muslims; those who fled their countries to start anew, and those who believe that Muslims like Alshareef should not be tolerated, and that America should be turned into a caliphate, where eventually Muslims will wind up murdering other Muslims. Case in current point: Sudan. According to Alshareef, too many moderate Muslims are silent. “Speak up. Distance yourself from the radicals!” he says. It’s worth watching this 8-minute clip of Alshareef explaining his viewpoint after Dr Nazarian pushed back with her own reality-based fears of Islam, due to her experiences fleeing the Islamic Regime of Iran. Upon coming to America, Dr Nazarian studied at Columbia University, and took classes on Islam, only to read the Quran and discover the verses detailing the Muslim impression of Jews as a sworn enemy who need to be eradicated. Alshareef’s response is so sensible it should be the real radical approach. Essentially, for him it comes down to moving away from a politicized interpretation of the Quran that is completely irrelevant in the modern day. If only Alshareef had run for the New York mayoral position, yet he has more important things to do. Today, President Trump announced that he is going to ban the Muslim Brotherhood, and label it a foreign terrorist organization. A great move. “But the devil is in the details,” says Mirisch. Indeed. How will this be enforced? And the question still looms large about Qatar’s tentacles on US soil, and the already seismic damage of decades and billions of dollars infiltrating not just university education with its anti-American ideology, but high school programs too. Alshareef believes that Qatar could join the future map of the Middle East, but only if it does two things. Separates itself from Muslim Brotherhood, and eradicates Al Jazeera. “Al Jazeera made many of us believe Bin Laden was a hero,” he says. “They were the exclusive outlet for his videos. They made us feel indifferent to 9/11. In Arabic, AlJazeera is the official spokesman for Hamas. In English, it’s the official spokesman for the LGBT community.” Maddening, and the exact distortion that the Islamists are so brilliant at. It’s as though we live in a parallel universe. The useful idiots who know nothing about the Middle East are being led blindfolded by regressive radicalized Arab Mamdanis who will discard of them the instant they no longer serve a purpose, while those of us who have been pushed out of the so-called “liberal” room are sitting alongside the warriors of progress in the Arab world who have more reverence for America, Israel, President Trump, Christianity and Judaism than a questionable proportion of our white majority neighbors. Last week I had the honor of witnessing Omer Shem Tov, released Israeli hostage, speak at Sinai Temple in Beverly Hills. Shem Tov was captured from the Nova festival. He paced the stage for an hour uninterrupted, seamlessly recalling the “light” version of the story of his 505 days in captivity. Shem Tov’s mother Shelly was one of my first interviewees in Israel in the months after October 7. She left an enormous impression on me, and her determination to bring her son back from hell stayed with me. I remember she told me she could not even brush her teeth without the guilt of knowing her son may not be able to do the same. When he was released, I cried. I could barely hold back tears as he walked out to a standing ovation of hundreds last Thursday. He recalled how he was held in a cage underground in pitch black darkness for 50 successive days of those 505. He received one pita or less per day. He found faith in the tunnels. He wraps teffilin every morning now. He talks to G-d every day. He believes in miracles. The way Shem Tov spoke, and the way Alshareef speaks, is light years away from the victim-orientated, power-hungry, truth-avoiding gang of progressive Western elites and wannabes. They have worked overtime to shut them out, but these voices cannot be repressed. They refuse. They defy intimidation. They are brimming with a purpose that cannot be faked. We must uplift them. ICAN too is providing an essential service. Here is Hosier with his presentation. You can see four local California politicians, and on the left hand column is how JPAC (Jewish Public Affairs Committee of California) is scoring future Mamdani’s. It’s marking them according to housing, environment, policing, social policies etc, but crucially it doesn’t pick up where they’ve voted on issues surrounding Israel and the Middle East. ICAN does factor these in, and scores them accurately. If they’re red it means they’re future Mamdani’s. If they’re green, they’re not. Not only does ICAN identify where the problem candidates are, it’s identifying where the wrongly maligned candidates are. This analysis then becomes crucial for killing bills, such as the Ethnic Studies bill in California, because accurate intelligence is available for who to target. We cannot afford more Mamdanis. We cannot afford any more successes for any political candidates in America who would support what happened to Omer Shem Tov in Hamas captivity, or who would refuse to protect the vision for the Middle East that Loay Alshareef so passionately wants to help actualize. To find out more about ICAN, visit their website. _To support Blacklisted, please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year._ Subscribe now
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November 24, 2025 at 3:56 PM