We are probably off the mark when we consider granting or acknowledging the right of others to be fully-fledged human beings. We are obviously all still incomplete ourselves insofar as this is a matter of debate and persuasion.

Yes, your confusion and stuttering and stumbling on the way to the demonstration is itself a form of activism, even if you never make it there.

The law preventing and punishing genocide is the darkest cry of the Law, the law that, if not upheld, calls into question every law, the meaning of law.

It is not sustainable, living in a country that asks its citizens to mindlessly and heartlessly support a genocide, or trains them to do so. It is only so long before such tactics are either defeated, or made more gruesome and belligerent. If the latter, then they become more intolerable, less sustainable, and therefore it will take longer for them to be defeated. It will cost–everyone–more.

The only thing we can do in the face of genocide in an age of nihilism is to make empty demands with the fulness of our hearts, as though the survival of our flesh depends on our flailing shadows.

States obsessed with military and police forces can find and confect and number of reasons to eliminate any number and variety of groups of people if they pose an obstacle to the interests of the power. The basic stance of genocide is, “you are in the way.”

The critique of a way of life that involves genocide of its maintenance should not halt when it begins to eat away at our own ways of life, our own lives.

You can only bury graves on top of graves so long before the graves become the world or the world becomes the graves.

It is encouraging to find so many lost and dismayed in the world and by the world. Horrifying, but also encouraging.

In a world where shock and awe have reached the rhythm of a regular-irregular heartbeat, it is an ethical imperative to be–genuinely, thoroughly–shocked.

Those committing and perpetuating these current crimes against humanity act as if they know that there is no real reason in things. The joke is on you, they wink and whisper as they trade in patent falsehoods and absurdities.

The lie is as much a revelation as the truth. Especially when the lie is pushed so staggeringly and intransigently, when it is held onto more ferociously than you have ever seen any truth held.

Powerlessness can be pushed only so far before it itself becomes a power.

You think the children of God would have died at once with the death of God. But no, they die one after another, countless numbers of them, beneath blind and godless skies.