On: Israel continues to commit genocide by targeting children in Gaza, UN inquiry fi

June 25, 2026.

The report has arrived. It is a thick document, heavy with the weight of ink and the specific gravity of small corpses. The chair of the inquiry says the children were “deliberately targeted.” I read this and I do not feel shock. Shock is for those who still believe the world has a floor. I feel only the familiar chill of the iron house.

The room is sealed. The air is thick with the smell of old blood and new bureaucracy. Outside, the spectators gather. They read the headlines over their morning tea. Some nod with a practiced gravity; others turn the page to see who won the primaries in New York. The transition from a massacre to a political tally is seamless. This is the most efficient mechanism of our age: the transformation of the intolerable into the merely notable.

I look at the words “deliberately targeted.” In the old books, they called it a sacrifice to the gods of the soil. Now, we call it a “finding.” We have replaced the altar with the filing cabinet, but the appetite remains the same. Who is being consumed? The children. Who is doing the consuming? A system that requires their disappearance to prove its own permanence.

The inquiry is the diagnosis. But the doctor is also the one who sharpened the knife. To speak of it is to wake those sleeping in the iron house, only to have them realize the walls are closing in. If I shout, I merely provide a soundtrack for the spectators. They watch the execution with the same expression they bring to a street performance.

The custom of slaughter is ancient. It has been documented. The documentation has been filed. The feast continues. I put down the paper. My lamp flickers. There is no third option. There is only the record, and the silence that follows it.