On Palestine, propaganda, and the lies we're told.
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I. Despair
I never had to defend my hatred of the Empire.
When Alderaan was destroyed, we knew almost nothing about it. We didn't know its songs or its rivers, who it elected or who it buried. We never needed to. A world was there, and then it was light scattered across a dead sky, and every soul in the theater knew what to feel. Our ignorance never became an argument against mourning it, and that wasn’t an oversight of...