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The Gaza Catastrophe cover Cover of Gilbert Achcar’s book "The Gaza Catastrophe: The Genocide in World-Historical Perspective". A young man carries a child through a devastated landscape, with other displaced Palestinians walking behind him and a column of smoke rising in the background.

The Catastrophe Was the Point: Gilbert Achcar’s Dialectic of Gaza

Gilbert Achcar’s The Gaza Catastrophe is not a plea for sympathy. It is a political weapon. Written in the midst of genocide, it strips away the euphemisms, the diplomatic theatre, and the moral fog. This war, he argues, is a settler-colonial project. Accelerated to its most brutal form, with the full backing of the Western powers who claim to uphold human rights. Achcar names the system, maps its historical scaffolding, and indicts not only Israel but the global order that enables it. This is not a book of mourning. It is a call to act.

Theft by Design: How Right to Buy Looted the Public Realm

Right to Buy was never just a housing policy. It was a weapon. It stripped councils of their power, turned tenants into property owners, and recast collective provision as individual gain. The result wasn’t freedom but fragmentation: social housing gutted, rents soaring, and the right to strike undermined by the threat of eviction. Thatcher didn’t just sell homes. She sold a new class alignment, and we’re still living in its ruins.

More Musings:

The Gaza Catastrophe cover Cover of Gilbert Achcar’s book "The Gaza Catastrophe: The Genocide in World-Historical Perspective". A young man carries a child through a devastated landscape, with other displaced Palestinians walking behind him and a column of smoke rising in the background.

The Catastrophe Was the Point: Gilbert Achcar’s Dialectic of Gaza

Gilbert Achcar’s The Gaza Catastrophe is not a plea for sympathy. It is a political weapon. Written in the midst of genocide, it strips away the euphemisms, the diplomatic theatre, and the moral fog. This war, he argues, is a settler-colonial project. Accelerated to its most brutal form, with the full backing of the Western powers who claim to uphold human rights. Achcar names the system, maps its historical scaffolding, and indicts not only Israel but the global order that enables it. This is not a book of mourning. It is a call to act.

Theft by Design: How Right to Buy Looted the Public Realm

Right to Buy was never just a housing policy. It was a weapon. It stripped councils of their power, turned tenants into property owners, and recast collective provision as individual gain. The result wasn’t freedom but fragmentation: social housing gutted, rents soaring, and the right to strike undermined by the threat of eviction. Thatcher didn’t just sell homes. She sold a new class alignment, and we’re still living in its ruins.

Eighty Years Since Hiroshima. We’re Closer Now.

In 1984, we built a nuclear bunker out of cardboard boxes in the corner of our classroom. Each of us brought something for survival—Look-In mags, tins of beans, but no tin opener. Even as kids, we knew it was useless. That was the point. You couldn’t market nuclear war as survivable. Forty years on, the language has changed but the logic remains. The bomb hasn’t gone away, it’s just become background noise. The treaties are gone. The madmen are in charge. And the system that built the bomb still holds it, not to use necessarily, but to remind us who gets to decide if we live.

A close-up photograph of a dark grey suit jacket with a red circular badge pinned to the left lapel. The badge features bold white text that reads "JOIN A UNION" in all capital letters. The image is softly lit, with the badge clearly in focus and the texture of the suit fabric visible in the background.

The Right to Strike Is Not a Threat—It’s a Minimum Demand

The modern-day barons don’t run trade unions, they sail £100 million yachts and bankroll governments. Yet it’s the rail cleaner or the guard who’s cast as the threat. What’s truly appalling is not that Eddie Dempsey wants to strike fast, but that workers can’t strike in solidarity with Palestinians, can’t refuse to load weapons bound for Gaza, can’t use their collective strength to win better conditions across sectors. The right fears not chaos—but class power.

A textured graphic illustration shows a large, vivid blue water droplet set against a cracked, parched earth background. The droplet appears smooth and stylised, contrasting sharply with the grainy beige soil and jagged black fissures, evoking drought, scarcity, and the fragile symbolism of water amid environmental collapse.

The Mirage of Water: On Filippo Menga’s Thirst

Water isn’t just drying up, it’s being sold back to us in bottles, summits, and charity hashtags. Filippo Menga’s Thirst shows how crisis becomes currency, how scarcity is manufactured, managed, and monetised. This isn’t about saving water, it’s about saving meaning.

A red membership card with bold white text reading “YOUR PARTY” and smaller text below that says “MEMBERSHIP CARD,” set against a light wooden surface. The design is clean and modern, with rounded corners and a thin white border around the edge of the card.

They have launched with policies the public already supports. But without structure, it’s just another mailing list. A party means organisation, or it means nothing.

Steamships and Settlers

“Palestine is not a digression from the climate movement. It is its centre.” That’s the force of Andreas Malm’s pamphlet, The Destruction of Palestine Is the Destruction of the Earth. It doesn’t ask for reflection. It demands action. This isn’t a balanced account of Gaza or a theory of climate collapse. Instead it’s a weaponised intervention against the politics of impunity. What Malm offers is a raw and necessary link: between the bombs that fall on Jabaliya and the storms that drown Derna, between settler colonialism and fossil capital, between the rubble of Akka in 1840 and the rubble of Gaza in 2024. The pamphlet is furious, and entirely justified. It should be read, and used.

Angel Down: War, Rot, and the Last Conman in Hell

Angel Down opens in shriek and filth and never lets up. Kraus has written what feels like the literary equivalent of a migraine, long, unpunctuated, looping sentences, bodily fluids everywhere, voices caked in mud and irony. This isn’t Birdsong, and thank god for that. It’s closer to Wilfred Owen’s Strange Meeting rewritten by a trench-rat high on ether.

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