!Nasrallah --- agk's diary 29 September 2024 @ 14:26 UTC --- written near a cave in midori notebook with dip pen brause blue pumpkin nib, kuretake sumi ink transcribed on GPD Win 1 at library during toddler time --- I dozed yesterday. Friday I was up all night trying to represent how Berea College's investments in Israel's genocidal lebensraum campaigns violate the college's eight Great Commitments. It was my lonely task to research and write that part of a report to invite the college trustees to partially divest. The research, the writing meant living painfully, exhaustingly close to the horror, the enormity of it, its totalitarian character, its unspeakability, its violence. Then this morning I read the outcome of all the Israeli bombing raids last night. Lots of areas hit with 1-ton bombs from Bekaa to south of the Litani River. Liquidation of a city block in the Dahiye suburb of Beirut with at least ten 5000-lb 'bunker buster' bombs, rarely used before in war, never in a densely populated area. With the firepower of at least three Hiroshima nukes and at least 300 civilians dead, Israel assassinated Nasrallah, an IRGC lieutenant, and some other rank, gathered to discuss a ceasefire proposal. Netanyahu pointedly okayed the massacre and assass- ination from the New York City UN compound right before his fascistic speech that there are no civilians in Lebanon. I was seriously shook by the violence of the raid, the contempt for international law, my government's cheerleading---but also, I honestly *liked* Nasrallah. He was gentle, patient, and honest. I don't like any war, but Lebanese Hezbollah under Nasrallah's leadership reminded me that war can be prosecuted without massive civilian death. In the last year Lebanese Hezbollah displaced the north and took apart its surveillance and missile defense capabilities, but only killed between six and eight civilians. When I say he was gentle, I mean it. The move on the escalation ladder that corresponds to what Israel just did would be for Lebanese Hezbollah to flush Israel's leadership into a Tel Aviv bunker to discuss a fake ceasefire proposal, then destroy the neighborhood above the bunker and collapse the bunker with hypersonics or something. They won't. But the days ahead are dark. I took first daughter to the big cave to quiet my soul. It's quieter now.