I was swiping through TikTok when the headline appeared. A Telegraph column asking whether the unemployed should lose the right to vote. (“Way of the World” by Michael Deacon ,19 May 2026) I didn’t blink. I didn’t gasp. I felt the familiar drop in my stomach. The quiet recognition. The sense that something dark had shifted again yet nothing in me was surprised. When a society has spent centuries deciding who counts it doesn’t need to shout when it moves the line. It only needs to whisper. The headline was framed as satire. It didn’t feel like satire. It felt like a mask slipping. A reminder that cruelty becomes normal long before it becomes policy. A reminder that the ground has been softening for years. Beneath the Telegraph’s satire lies a worldview that treats human worth as a function of economic productivity, and imagines whole categories of people; disabled people, carers, the ill, the unemployed, anyone whose life has been interrupted by circumstance; as morally suspect citizens...
I read something in Haaretz. Israeli soldiers. Real names hidden. Yuval. Maya. Juda. Ran. They talked about what they did in Gaza. One man fired like a madman at figures a drone had spotted. He killed an old man, unarmed, and three teenage boys. Bullets tore through them. Their organs spilled out. A commander spat on the bodies. He screamed: This is what happens to anybody who messes with Israel. A woman called Maya described torture. She urinated on prisoners. Other soldiers laughed. A man called Juda shot a Palestinian at a checkpoint. The man had his hands up. He was surrendering. Juda fired anyway. His superior gave the order. The army record said a terrorist had been killed. Yuval, the man who killed the old man and the boys, told Haaretz something else. My friends called me a hero but I felt like a monster. Two days after speaking to the newspaper he was admitted to a psychiatric ward. I put the article down. Then I remembered the Palestine Papers from 2011. Leaked documents. The...