Words are not enough

Dear Mr Carney and Ms Anand

The nations of the Hague Group have plenty of black marks to their names regarding human rights abuses. Yet even they can recognize and condemn genocide when they see it. Even they declare "Either we act together to enforce international law or we risk its collapse.... Let this moment mark the beginning of a renewed commitment to internationalism and the principles that bind us as a global community.”

I join with them to beg Canada to support the findings of the International Criminal Court and the International Court of Justice with more than words. We must take meaningful action to stop the genocide.

I join with Greenpeace to demand that Canada: support an immediate and permanent ceasefire; halt all arms sales and military cooperation with Israel; ensure the safe and unrestricted delivery of humanitarian aid to Gaza; uphold international law and human rights; and actively work toward a just and lasting peace for both Palestinians and Israelis.

I join with thousands, millions of Canadians who are heartbroken at the loss of life and international inaction. We do not want our tax dollars in any way implicated with the Israeli military.

You must do more than use words. 100s of thousands of people are dead. Words are not enough. You must use the tools within your power to signal to Israel that Canada categorically does not support vanity wars and states that act with impunity.

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