Clit Eastwood 🪵🪓

2/ I went with another question in mind. How can people who have inherited the memory of the Holocaust find so many ways to justify committing atrocities against another people? How can someone who has inherited the memory of being a victim come to defend the actions of those who inflict suffering? Do they ever truly feel remorse? Do they understand what they have done? Are they ashamed when they speak of it? And if I were to meet one of them someday, would he dare to look me in the eyes? How do they sleep at night? How does a person silence his conscience so completely? And this, to me, is why the film matters. The world has heard Palestinian testimonies for a long time. I myself have spent much of this war telling people what I witnessed. But this time, we are listening to people who were part of the military system itself. They speak about their decisions, their actions, and the way they regarded our lives and our deaths. That is why I disagree with those who criticize the film for giving more space to Israeli voices than Palestinian ones. I do not need an Israeli soldier to tell me that what I lived through was real. I know it was real. I was there. But I want to hear how he explains what he did. I want to understand how he manages to justify it to himself. The testimony of the perpetrator does not become more important than that of the victim simply because it comes from him. But it can reveal something the victim could never have seen: what was happening on the other side while we were trying to stay alive.