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Right now, a huge part of the West storms in with that smug, moralising, condescending smile to announce they “recognise Palestine.” As if a flimsy bit of diplomatic paper could erase decades of criminal complicity, as if it could suddenly wipe away the fact that they were complicit, active or passive, in a genocide. Israel could have been stopped on day one, and not a single finger was lifted. And now, cornered, hemmed in between public opinion, unbearable images, and undeniable historical facts, what do they do? They play their bloody Joker card: “Look, we finally recognise Palestine, everything is forgiven, forget the rest.”

This symbolic, hollow, performative recognition is their ultimate trick to save their rotten conscience. A global-scale historical whitewash. They brandish an empty but flashy gesture, and suddenly, attention is diverted from the machines of violence they keep protecting. They turn complicity into posture, crime into a progressive act. It’s façade diplomacy, grotesque moral theatre, and history doesn’t change: the West remains odious, indefensible, irreparable.