It’s October 7th. Again.
It has been a whole year since I last wrote on here. I can hardly believe the time that has passed. A lot has happened. I was promoted to Associate Head of School (and rewarded with a workload sufficiently heavy that it single-handedly explains why it’s been a year since I’ve written anything more on here). I’ve also done a few podcasts in recent months - which is why most of you are reading this at all.
And, just as I did last year, I find myself this year unwilling to let this day pass by without acknowledging the weight it carries. For all that has happened since I last wrote here, it has been exactly twice that long since Islamist savages breached Israel’s borders, gleefully slaughtered so many innocents, and dragged hundreds back to the tunnels of Gaza. And still, to this day, 20 odd souls linger there.
Australia awoke this morning to brand new graffiti glorifying Hamas. Tonight in south-western Sydney they are marching and chanting: “Glory to the martyrs”. This coming Sunday, Australia’s Palestine Action Group will march on our Sydney Opera House to mark “7th October 2025… two years since Israel launched its genocidal campaign”. Yes, you read that correctly. They have memory-holed the actual atrocities of October 7th, and now push a narrative that Israel launched military action on October 7th in response to… nothing of note, apparently. And still 20 souls linger in the tunnels of Gaza.
On Sunday, they will march on the same Opera House where Palestinian-sympathisers spontaneously gathered on October 9th, 2023. It was lit up in blue and white in solidarity with Israel, but the colours acted as a beacon around which crowds chanting “F*ck Israel” and “Gas the Jews” gathered, waving the green, black, and red flags that have become so familiar since. Why did so many Sydney-siders have Palestinian flags at the ready? They knew something about their loyalties that the rest of us had not imagined. Alas, they also knew something about the loyalties of Australia’s leaders. Because they, and we, now live in a country that officially recognises the state of Palestine. Palestine. Where 20 souls linger in the darkness.
So many innocents lost their lives on October 7th or shortly thereafter. I can’t do justice to the memory of each one of them here. But I can pause for a moment to remember two of the youngest, Ariel and Kfir Bibas. Jews have a saying when someone dies, in Hebrew “Zichronam Livracha”, which translates to “May their memory be a blessing”.
For me, the blessing of Ariel’s and Kfir’s memory is the reminder to remain steadfast. There was a period of more than a year after these babies were stolen wherein their fate was unknown. Many hoped they remained alive. But as live hostages, and later bodies, were released in the Hamas festival of horrors early in 2025, the light of that hope was extinguished.
But in the lead up to that terrible confirmation there was some expectation that, should it be the case that these two boys were to be returned as corpses, that some public outcry would follow. Some backlash. Not amongst the ardent pro-Palestine crowd, of course. But at least amongst the fence-sitters and the both-siders.
Whatever outcry there was, was meek and short-lived. Indeed, images of unwell Gazan children, suffering from conditions unrelated to the war, were later held up as the imagined victims of a confected famine. And these poor children received far more of the world media’s attention and conjured a much larger outcry than the images of crude black coffins carrying the Bibas children and their mother, Shiri, being paraded past a crowd of cheering, jeering Gazans.
So, when I remember the Bibas babies, I remember that they were taken by the enemies of Life itself. These enemies of Life have supporters across the globe. And they will not have their hearts and minds turned by exposing the darkness they support. These are the people who tore down hostage posters of kidnapped children. The people who are out in force, today, marching in cities all across the West on the anniversary of October 7th. Not to condemn what happened in 2023, but to show solidarity with those who cheered it on the loudest. The darkness does not trouble them.
We must remain steadfast against the darkness and its champions. For Ariel and Kfir, and for the 20 odd souls who remain in the tunnels in Gaza who have somehow held on to life these past two years. Complacency and silence are insufficient. The West has an Islamist problem. And we have a Far Left-Islamist Alliance problem. We have been warned, and we have so far chosen to ignore all the warnings.
To all my new Treasured Readers, which I imagine is almost all of you, welcome. Thank you for making it this far. October 7th is not an easy day for me, and perhaps not for many of you either, and I could not let it pass in silence.
You are doubtless here because of one or other of my recent podcast appearances. I created this substack as a means to write all about female intrasexual competition, manipulative reproductive suppression, declining birth rates, and societal and civilisational collapse. And so far, I have managed only to write at the very edges of these topics.
But hang in there. My excess workload is drawing to a close and I am excited to soon have time to share with you all my many musings on the topics closest to my heart. It is a wonderful thing to have people who want to hear what you have to say and I do indeed treasure each one of you.
As usual with me I understand little and comprehend even less. However I can recognise authenticity and courage and give you all my heartfelt respect in return.