Julie Burchill Julie Burchill

It's hard to take the Palestine Action hunger strikers seriously

Supporters of the Palestine Action hunger strikers protest (Credit: Getty images)

The phrase ‘the silly led by the sinister’ was originally used by the late, singularly great Christopher Hitchens to describe the ‘Not In My Name’ anti-war coalition of the early 2000s. But in the spirit of the ‘if you’re going to steal, steal from the best’ quote generally attributed to Pablo Picasso, I’ve used it about various loony-tunes types since then; the extreme eco-lobby come to mind in particular, with their gnarled humanity-hating Malthusian theoreticians and their youthful soup-flinging activists. But on their recent showing, I don’t think it fits anyone as well as those Hamas maniacs who want to see the Middle East purged of every Jew – and the eight oddballs who make up Prisoners For Palestine.

These are youngsters who have been charged with specific offences relating to alleged break-ins or criminal damage on behalf of Palestine Action, all of which they deny. They are currently awaiting trial for those charges. Their website claims that:

There are currently at least 33 people in the UK illegally detained by the British state for their actions against genocide, and this number may increase as the state implements ever more draconian measures against protest.

‘May’ increase is a particularly limp claim to make; I ‘may’ wake up with the ability to walk tomorrow, but it’s a long shot. I would advise the avoidance of this extremely un-dynamic word in future propaganda if communications are to retain any sense of being grounded in reality, as opposed to mere wishful thinking in order to make oneself seem big and clever.

Is there a way back for these goons? Probably not

For connoisseurs of silliness, the group’s website provides a smorgasbord of the stuff. Even overlooking their demands to be released on immediate bail, shut down a defence firm with links to Israel, achieve an end to the ban on Palestine Action and receive miniature unicorns in their Christmas stockings, they really do not appear to have one iota of common sense between them. For starters, they’re on what’s been called a ‘rolling’ hunger strike – taking it in turns, as though it was Secret Santa. One of them is on a ‘partial’ strike, refusing food every other day, otherwise known as dieting.

No buffet of buffoonery is so daft that it can’t be improved by the contributions of both Zarah Sultana and Owen Jones, the Mutt and Jeff of the modern Left. Here she/her is, standing outside HMP Bronzefield having a ‘protest’ of her own and declaring, ‘I’m not leaving’ (I bet Magic Grandpa had a good giggle at that) and here he/him is involved in a hilarious ‘purity spiral’ on X whereby people even dafter than him – hard to imagine, but try – are whipping themselves into a lovely old lather by accusing him of ‘misgendering’ one of the inmates, Amu Gib. Simpered Talcum X:

I’m sorry I wasn’t aware, and I corrected when I was. My intentions, obviously, were to raise awareness of the plight of the hunger strikers. I think intentional misgendering is hideous.

These people make the Judean Peoples Front and the Peoples Front of Judea look like Richard and Judy.

But wait, it’s not over yet – there’s more laughs to be had here than anywhere outside of the ‘Your Party’ Christmas party, as these overprivileged young people finally face the consequences of their actions. One of them has suffered the indignity of having ‘prison staff force her to remove her kuffiyah hijab, and confiscated all of her hijabs with the kuffiyah pattern from her cell. Her cell has also been searched without reason or respect for her privacy’ – that’ll be a sign you’re in prison, mate. One of her fellow jailbirds complains that his ‘calls, visits and access to post are also severely restricted and monitored’. It’s like they read rabble-rousing populists like me complaining that prison is basically a holiday camp now – and believed it. That’ll teach them to give credence to a paid puppet of the many-headed Zionist monster!

Educated beyond all common sense, is there a way back for these goons? Probably not. The dumbness goes all the way through with this type; ‘The abolition of prisons is predicated upon the liberation of Palestine’, their website solemnly informs us. So they’re not just nut jobs on their specialist subject; they’re general nut jobs, of that most extreme sort, the ‘anti-carceral’ kind, who want all houses of correction closed down and presumably all murderers and rapists running around free. (Even more than the latter lot in particular already are.)

I know it was wrong to let the public in to mock the inmates of Bedlam, but these half-wits totally brought it on themselves and do not deserve even a pittance of our pity. The public could use entertainment in the dark days of midwinter; in a Swiftian manner, might I propose that we be allowed to parade before the octet a moveable feast like that drooled at by the unfortunate foundlings in Lionel Bart’s musical Oliver?

This might seem cruel, but these are a gaggle of lollygaggers who have no respect for persecuted people who really have suffered in prisons and death camps, so intent are they on their own self-adoring am-dram antagonism. One of them references the suffragettes, who underwent unspeakable cruelty during force-feeding while imprisoned, and then shamelessly drags Anne Frank into it. Another writes ‘I believe violence can be loving’, which at least doesn’t beat about the bush about where these intifada-onanists are coming from.

With dismaying predictability, those trustworthy and unbiased commentators on Israel, Kneecap and Sally Rooney, have popped up to lend their support, joined by a chorus of lesser-known nags, as reported in what seems like sarcasm on the part of the Daily Mirror: ‘Among the A-list signatories are The Mary Wallopers, Denise Gough, Lankum, and boxer Tyrone McKenna.’ You don’t get any more A-list than The Mary Wallopers! But a few famous faces aren’t going to rescue this lost cause; these silly youngsters seeking the approval of their sinister heroes have about as much intellectual heft as a groupie getting a tattoo of her crush’s name. In the season when everybody is packing on the weight, they are to be congratulated on starting their New Year diets early – but that’s all they’re to be congratulated on, the clowns.

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