Gil Mildar
As the song says, a Latin American with no money in his pocket.


In the sinister theater of Israeli politics, we witness a macabre performance, a cynical dance unfolding under the unflinching gaze of a scoundrel who appears to have blinded the eyes of his soul. Amidst a tragedy of epic proportions, where over 1,200 souls were torn from their bodies, where the armed forces faltered, and innocents faced the relentless fury of sadistic terrorists, this individual remains unscathed, untouched by the weight of responsibility.

The spectacle has played out before us all, a bloody orchestration he refuses to conduct. Intelligence, purportedly absent; the military, supposedly in fault; and he, the self-proclaimed expert in terrorism, claims innocence with breathtaking dexterity. The voices of the streets, crying out for democracy, are conveniently relegated to causing national weakness, while the focus is diverted to a distant enemy, as if blame could be shifted so easily.

The tragedy unfolds, and he, with confidence and devoid of self-reflection, remains immune to the burden of guilt. Responsibility seems a distant burden, lost in the shadows of his stubborn denial. In a moment when the nation longs for leadership and introspection, he offers only a foggy mirror, reflecting the image of someone who can never err.

Resignation, even in the face of disaster, has never seemed an option for him. The ethical code, that fundamental element of leadership, remains absent, like a disquieting absence at the core of his being. After all, for him, it’s all about himself, and introspection is a weakness he cannot afford to display.

In this bizarre theater, where words and actions have deadly consequences, this scoundrel persists in his relentless pursuit of power and control. Amidst the darkness of his leadership, he moves like a shadow, avoiding the light of truth and responsibility.

But amidst this gloom, a glimmer of accountability emerges from an unexpected source. Israeli Education Minister Yoav Kisch steps forward, becoming the first from the government to publicly acknowledge the colossal failure to prevent the invasion and brutal attack by Hamas. “No one will escape responsibility, we are responsible – I am responsible as a member of the government,” Kisch declares, as he sheds light on the government’s negligence during the six days of “Operation Iron Swords.”

“We were busy with nonsense, we forgot where we are living,” Kisch laments. It is a rare admission of guilt in a landscape where responsibility is elusive. And so, like a whispering voice in the dark, we hear the words of a wise and unknown figure: “After the war, the dead will haunt the nights of this scoundrel, and the living, the days.” Not even the memory of the Israeli people will let him escape easily.

About the Author
As a Brazilian, Jewish, and humanist writer, I embody a rich cultural blend that influences my worldview and actions. Six years ago, I made the significant decision to move to Israel, a journey that not only connects me to my ancestral roots but also positions me as an active participant in an ongoing dialogue between the past, present, and future. My Latin American heritage and life in Israel have instilled a deep commitment to diversity, inclusion, and justice. Through my writing, I delve into themes of authoritarianism, memory, and resistance, aiming not just to reflect on history but to actively contribute to the shaping of a more just and equitable future. My work is an invitation for reflection and action, aspiring to advance human dignity above all.
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