Death in Gaza...

I watched a documentary just now that moved me more than I would have thought television had the power to.

It was about the people inadvertently caught up in the crossfire between Palestinians and Israelis, although to be perfectly honest, from what I saw, the fire was mostly head in one direction - at the Palestinians

It was horrific, almost unbearable to watch. I saw Palestinian children throwing stones at tanks and bulldozers (which were dozing down their homes and towns). The retaliation? They blew them up with a tank.

It was horrible to think that the children shown had grown up surrounded by this and not knowing anything other than cruelty, lack of dignity and violence, death and pain. Their human rights had just been trampled on. Shat upon.

The Israelis then went on to shoot the British Director of the documentary. Unbelievable.

I couldn't believe how they shot him. The crew were walking slowly towards the tank because they wanted to let them know that they wanted to leave, they had just stopped filming as the bulldozers had finished work. They were walking, shouting that they were journalists, they had a BIG white flag that they were waving clearly for a long time. They were wearing vests and helmets that had TV on them. The soldiers just shot them.

They shot the director, James Muller in the neck. He died instantly.

The liars claimed that he was caught up in crossfire between Palestinian militants and the army. What utter bollocks. It's clear to see in the footage what happened.

It's made my blood boil. I cannot imagine, no matter how hard I try what it's like to grow up seeing that, to experience the losses and to have seen the things that they see every day.

I don't know what more to say, it's making me feel despondent and FURIOUS