It is no longer a secret that the slogans of justice and humanity have turned into a tragic joke. What was once a right people raised their voices to defend has become a heavy-handed jest no one wishes to hear, not because the words are flawed, but because of those who proclaim them.

In Palestine, art has transformed since the Nakba into an existential weapon against erasure and forgetfulness. The drawings of Naji al-Ali, the Palestinian Liberation Organization’s posters, refugee camp murals, and diaspora songs all built a visual and sonic narrative that never stopped resonating, despite oppression and displacement.

Racism, in all its forms, has been one of humanity’s darkest inventions, and its impact has not faded with the end of slavery or the fall of empires. It remains stitched into laws, economies, identities, beauty standards, borders, and even languages.