The New York Times, however, does have rules and norms. Schwartz had no prior reporting experience. Her reporting partner Gettleman explained the basics to her, Schwartz said in a podcast interview on January 3, produced by Israel’s Channel 12 and conducted in Hebrew.
Gettleman, she said, was concerned they “get at least two sources for every detail we put into the article, cross-check information. Do we have forensic evidence? Do we have visual evidence? Apart from telling our reader ‘this happened,’ what can we say? Can we tell what happened to whom?”
Schwartz said she was initially reluctant to take the assignment because she did not want to look at visual images of potential assaults and because she lacked the expertise to conduct such an investigation.
This is stunning.
The fear among Times staffers who have been critical of the paper’s Gaza coverage is that Schwartz will become a scapegoat for what is a much deeper failure. She may harbor animosity toward Palestinians, lack the experience with investigative journalism, and feel conflicting pressures between being a supporter of Israel’s war effort and a Times reporter, but Schwartz did not commission herself and her nephew to report one of the most consequential stories of the war. Senior leadership at the New York Times did.
Schwartz said as much in an interview with Israeli Army Radio on December 31. “The New York Times said, ‘Let’s do an investigation into sexual violence’ — it was more a case of them having to convince me,” she said. Her host cut her off: “It was a proposal of The New York Times, the entire thing?”
“Unequivocally. Unequivocally. Obviously. Of course,” she said. “The paper stood behind us 200 percent and gave us the time, the investment, the resources to go in-depth with this investigation as much as needed.”
The whole piece is quite long, please go read it yourself, it's quite definitive.
This is in response to the missile strikes on Yemen and the Ansar Allah movement (aka the Houthis) being designated as terrorists again
'Cus you know, it's biology.
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It was never about retrieving the hostages or protecting anyone. After more than 105 days of Genocide, this should've been clear.
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É ALGO QUE ELE DIRIA KSHSKSHKDHSJ
Eu amo muito todo o negócio do jogo mas ao mesmo tempo eu fico imaginando o quão estressada a Yuu deve estar, pq se parar pra pensar todos os overblots foram questão de meses e ela nunca desabafou sobre com ninguém, a responsabilidade só cai nos ombros dela e é isso ai.
Ela nunca pediu pra ser a heróina mas a falta de responsabilidade do crowley simplesmente a forçou a ser porque caso o contrário os meninos teriam morrido e a culpa cairia nela se bobear
Agora eu só consigo imaginar o momento que a Yuu realmente "quebraria" com tudo isso, n tô nem falando da teoria da Yuu ter seu próprio overblot mas sim sobre cair de joelhos no chão chorando e tremendo só falando que não aguenta mais tudo isso. Como será que os meninos reagiriam ao ver a garota que eles viam como "a fodona sem mágica que se deixar come seu cu com farofa depois de te desmaiar na chinelada" simplesmente desabar chorando pela mamãe?
Sim eu tô depressiva com isso bom dia
Mona, a Yuu deve tá com um nível de estresse tão alto que se estresse fosse combustível pra magia, ela ultrapassava o Malleus fácil.
Tipo, começando pelo fate que ela simplesmente caiu em outro mundo sem explicação, imagina a saudade dela, pensando em tudo que ficou pra trás no mundo dela? Ela não tem nada do mundo dela, não tem celular, não tem identificação, não tem nada, é como se tudo tivesse deixado de existir.
Não só isso, mas tecnicamente, ela não existe. Já parou pra pensar que a Yuu não deve ter nenhum documento em Twisted Wonderland? Ela literalmente não é cidadã de lugar nenhum. Ela não pertence àquele mundo. E o Crowley não parece ter nenhum problema em deixar isso como está, ele demorou meses pra dar um celular pra garota, uma coisa básica dessas.
A existência do Crowley é estressante por si só, o desrespeito, o descaso, a chantagem... Eu quero enfiar um cano de ferro enferrujado no olho dele até sair pelo cu.
O fato que ela é a única que não tem como se defender em um mundo cheio de magia é de deixar qualquer um paranóico. Uma magia perdida e a próxima roupa dela vai ser um pijama de madeira.
Então você adiciona o fato deles correram risco de morte quando o Overblot vem, e nenhum adulto parece querer fazer porra alguma pra evitar essa merda de acontecer de novo e de novo e de novo.
Cara, se eu fosse ela, eu ia chorar a cada dois minutos, eu sou chorona, eu ia chorar e chorar até umas horas.
Como eles iriam reagir? Acho que depende, mas eu vejo eles em três grupos: sabe o que fazer; não sabe o que fazer mas tenta; não sabe o que fazer e vai atrás de quem saiba. Só sei que a primeira coisa que eles deveriam fazer é tirar o Crowley de perto dela
KAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA ÓDIO
Melhor que eu sou a pessoa que sempre cozinha com fogo alto mas eu NUNCA queimei nada (exceto quando me distrairam e eu esqueci que tava cozinhando MAS A GENTE ESQUECE ESSA PARTE)
E a casa pode ter queimada mas a comida tá óia, uma delícia
Eu acho que a cabecinha do Lilia funciona assim quando se trata de comida: Se uma pessoa fica doente e sabendo que beber bastante líquido, tomar sopa e comer algumas frutas podem ajudar a aumentar a imunidade, então bater tudo isso junto no liquidificador deve criar o tônico anti-gripe mais poderoso de todos. Sinceramente, tadinho do Silver quando ficava dodói kbjk
Don't stop talking about palestine!!!!
‘I wish for death’ - Twelve-year-old Alma says. She fled bombing and shelling twice before the third place they sheltered was bombed, She was rescued from the rubble only to find out both her parents and all four of her siblings had been killed. She found her 18-month-old brother in an unimaginable state. Her little brother was beheaded from the rubble after the IOF massacred them.
Source: BBC
Dear Humanity,
I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).
I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.
Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.
The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.
We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.
Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.
A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.
Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare
I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.
These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.
MY Father Income
Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future
My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.
As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.
When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.
We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.
As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.
Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.
Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.
I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.
Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.
The purpose of the fundraising campaign
The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.
Thank you for your kindness and support.
.جزاكم الله خيراً
yours sincerely;
Haya Alshawish.