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We’ve tried. There’s an entire genre of Jewish self-defence content online—speeches, carousels, infographics. Annotated bibliographies of our existence. But this was never about learning. It’s not about history. Or facts. Or getting it right. It’s about the performance of outrage—and the satisfaction of casting a villain. The people who claim to care don’t want nuance. They want catharsis. A clean story. A binary. And if you make it messy—if you make them think—they’ll find s

Instagram is full of activist slogans these days — from “From the River to the Sea,” “End the Occupation,” and “Free, Free Palestine” to “Silence is Violence” and “Educate Yourself.” The content spreads quickly. The posts get reposted. The algorithm rewards the performance. Somewhere, a humanitarian identity is born — curated, shareable, and morally effortless. This is the era of aesthetic protest: where grief is curated, outrage is performed, and political consciousness arri