Ignore the pictures but not the true story

There are times when I simply have to admit that I have not one clue what the right thing to do is.

This last few weeks - watching the graphic and horrifying coverage from Gaza - I have found myself in just that predicament.

Some friends are urging that we share the images of bloodied children, limbs torn from them - of people dying captured on grainy camera phones - to help wake the world up to the genocide being carried out against the Palestinian people.

I’ve looked at the pictures and watched the videos in horror. I have wondered how it can be real. I’ve contemplated how the broken bodies being carried around my wailing loved ones look so like the broken bodies we saw in those grainy black and white films from the 1940s of a previous genocide we thought we would never see the like of again.

I have cried watching videos of scared children marched off by soldiers who refuse to tell them why they have been arrested or where they have been taken.

And then I have read the opposing viewpoint. That we shouldn’t share these images - that in doing so we are invading someone’s grief - that we are voyeurs to misery who do not need to see children with the backs of their heads blown off to understand that something truly atrocious is happening in Gaza.

It’s been argued that the prolific sharing of these images is making us numb to them - I’m not sure about you, but nothing will ever numb me from the sight of a dead child.

I’m going to be honest and say I don’t know which approach is right - but what I will say is that no one is sharing, or not sharing, these images and videos for laughs.

No one is aiming to be insensitive. And yes, these images are upsetting - but we can’t ignore them. We can’t pretend it’s not happening - and nor should we.

The one overriding commonality of everyone in this debate is that we all feel a little helpless. We feel we want to do something - anything - to help so we raise awareness in whatever we can, and we add our voice to the masses of people condemning the actions of the Israeli government.

But that doesn’t feel like enough - and it doesn’t feel like enough because it simply is not enough. Because somewhere in us we can sense the fear, the grief and the horror of a situation that we desperately want to change. So share, or don’t share - but let’s not lose sight of the real issue; that we need to speak up for those who can’t.