Forty-five Bondis a week in Gaza. Where’s the royal commission to root out Australia’s genocide supporters?

For more than two years, in a population less than half that of of Sydney, the equivalent of 45 Bondi massacres have been carried out, on average, every week. More than 71,000 murdered and more than 9,000 missing, presumed dead and buried under rubble. The scale of the crimes committed by Israel in Gaza is incontrovertible.

The United Nations charges Israel with genocide.

Amnesty International charges Israel with genocide.

Israeli human rights group B’Tselem charges Israel with genocide.

Physicians for Human Rights, another Israeli organisation, charges Israel with genocide.

The International Association of Genocide Scholars charges Israel with genocide.

Human Rights Watch charges Israel with the crime of extermination and acts of genocide.

The International Criminal Court charges Israeli PM Benjamin Netanyahu and former Defence Minister Yoav Gallant with war crimes and crimes against humanity.

And yet, within our midst in Australia are racist scum who support, justify or provide aid to the terrorist murderers carrying out atrocity after atrocity in Palestine. Instead of a royal commission into who exactly is complicit in these crimes, who exactly is giving succour to terrorism, who exactly is preaching genocide, the federal government has extended an invitation to Israel’s president to visit and is carrying out a royal commission into the opponents of genocide.

We are governed by sickos.

Randa Abdel-Fattah, whose people have been starved and exterminated, has been cancelled by the Adelaide Festival board because “it would not be culturally sensitive” for her to appear at its upcoming writers’ week. Imagine Gary Foley being cancelled because some racist whites wouldn’t like what he has to say about what this country has done to Aboriginal people. It is unimaginable. But not for a Palestinian in Australia today.

Embedded in every institution of Australian capitalism, even the ones of purported “high culture”, are racist filth for whom Palestinian lives don’t count for shit. Those who aren’t racist scum are cowards who won’t speak up. These middle-class liberal toads are worse than the Andrew Bolts of this world.

They say all the right things around their dinner tables with all their “sophisticated” friends and their fair-trade coffee beans that give a few extra cents on the dollar to poor Ethiopian farmers. They tut-tut about Donald Trump’s vulgarity and about the bad things that happened in the past—all of them on the right side of history on political questions that were long ago settled.

They’re anti-racist only when it’s safe; only when anti-racism is officially sanctioned; only when its sponsored by official society and a bunch of NGOs.

You can bet they turn up to Invasion Day marches—now that that’s a popular thing to do, not when it was only handfuls of outcasts—and applaud and sob and nod along. You can bet that they talk admiringly of Nelson Mandela and love how Desmond Tutu was so cheerful, so forgiving. Tutu said more than a decade ago that the situation in Palestine was “in many instances worse” than what he experienced in South Africa. Well, it is now infinitely worse.

But when it counts, when push comes to shove, Australia’s cultural, political and business elites are siding with Israeli apartheid, with the genocidal ethnostate.

Polite society? What a scam. A casually racist, cowardly scam. White Australia never really died. It just became more sophisticated. It became social cohesion. It became culturally sensitive. It became a royal commission. It became the Adelaide Festival board.