I’m legit not trying to victim shame. But whenever I see these sorts of pictures, I always ask myself why someone would willingly walk into that pit.
I know it’s hopeless either way, and they are trying to prolong their life a little bit. And hey, they might not be standing on a future mass grave, right? But if I ever saw that pit, I would rather die in a futile escape attempt than enter it. At least then the bastards would have to carry my body themselves.
It’s okay. But I want to say that it’s nothing about race. Everyone is different. Many of my brethren chose to die free than submit to a reservation. My ancestors of course were not those people. I just don’t personally understand it, and it’s obvious to me that a lot of people in Palestine refuse to submit as well.
My grandma used to say “when strong winds come by, you have to get down, when it passes you then you can do what you want” sometimes you need to submit and be humiliated to survive there’s nothing these people could do at this moment if they run away they’re either going to get shot or get chased by dogs then what? Nothing changes nothing is gained, but if they follow their orders and get abused then stay alive afterwards they can join a resistance group or do something meaningful.
I get that. But walking into that pit feels a whole lot like digging your own grave to me. What is that pit even doing there, if not a future mass grave?
yeah, that’s about all I could come up with. I was just wondering if anyone had further insight, but it doesn’t look like it. I suppose I just spent too much of my life wishing for death to really understand it. (am trans)
Also, just want to say that apparently I’m rubbing some people the wrong way here (maybe you even), but it’s nice to be able to have a civil conversation anyway, and just take a few downvotes instead of getting raked over the coals every time I post and eventually banned. =)
Peace be with you. I’m tired, a bit depressed, and I spent 6 hours writing posts for my comm today. I just want to go have a few drinks and go to bed, so I’m going to abandon this conversation. Sorry if I offended anyone with my lack of understanding.
I can relate to that NOW, but I lived over 30 years in a body I hated. It definitely shaped some thought patterns for me. I still don’t think I would feel right about walking into a big pit surrounded by men with guns.
I’m legit not trying to victim shame. But whenever I see these sorts of pictures, I always ask myself why someone would willingly walk into that pit.
I know it’s hopeless either way, and they are trying to prolong their life a little bit. And hey, they might not be standing on a future mass grave, right? But if I ever saw that pit, I would rather die in a futile escape attempt than enter it. At least then the bastards would have to carry my body themselves.
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One of the last of a tribe that is almost extinct actually. But thanks for the quality reply.
Sorry
It’s okay. But I want to say that it’s nothing about race. Everyone is different. Many of my brethren chose to die free than submit to a reservation. My ancestors of course were not those people. I just don’t personally understand it, and it’s obvious to me that a lot of people in Palestine refuse to submit as well.
My grandma used to say “when strong winds come by, you have to get down, when it passes you then you can do what you want” sometimes you need to submit and be humiliated to survive there’s nothing these people could do at this moment if they run away they’re either going to get shot or get chased by dogs then what? Nothing changes nothing is gained, but if they follow their orders and get abused then stay alive afterwards they can join a resistance group or do something meaningful.
I get that. But walking into that pit feels a whole lot like digging your own grave to me. What is that pit even doing there, if not a future mass grave?
what else can you do when they point a gun at you
Going into the pit and being executed doesn’t sound that much better to me, tbh.
its whatever it takes to live to the next moment
yeah, that’s about all I could come up with. I was just wondering if anyone had further insight, but it doesn’t look like it. I suppose I just spent too much of my life wishing for death to really understand it. (am trans)
So am I, but I myself want to live to see myself for what I want to be
Also, just want to say that apparently I’m rubbing some people the wrong way here (maybe you even), but it’s nice to be able to have a civil conversation anyway, and just take a few downvotes instead of getting raked over the coals every time I post and eventually banned. =)
Peace be with you. I’m tired, a bit depressed, and I spent 6 hours writing posts for my comm today. I just want to go have a few drinks and go to bed, so I’m going to abandon this conversation. Sorry if I offended anyone with my lack of understanding.
peace be with you!
I can relate to that NOW, but I lived over 30 years in a body I hated. It definitely shaped some thought patterns for me. I still don’t think I would feel right about walking into a big pit surrounded by men with guns.
How do you know there aren’t even more dead people off camera somewhere?