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One two the east River Bridges on the Manhattan and the Williamsburg Bridge here you have subway lines going across and I took this picture from a train heading into Brooklyn. The buildings on the right are a city housing project known for drab brown exteriors, cinder block walls and drab brown doorways. One of the dirty little secrets is even though the distribution of people in the projects is supposed to impartial these projects right here which are next to a large areas that has gentrified and are filled with more people for a lack of better words are filled people "who are better screened and vetted out." While there are other projects that are off the beaten path in the far flung parts of Brooklyn, Bronx and Queens whose reputations are so bad I wouldn't walk through them during the day. On the left side you have a style of apartment buildings that were built during the mid 1960's though 1970's which were the last private buildings that were built for the middle class mostly built on the outer edges of the city next to the adjoining counties of Nassau bordering Brooklyn and Queens and Westchester County which is adjacent to the North Bronx.
Awakening from the Amphitheatre of Time ©
It seems I awoke, several times over
but returned to the same theatrical scene
is déja vu possible inside a dream moreover,
witness to themes, so much of life's unseen
Winter's chill was oblivious to human torsion
the slopes and shades of daredevils glades
it seemed skiing took away fears dismission
gliding heroically through barriers and blades
a subconscious bas-relief of only dreamlike quality?
it's symbolic of how contingent we all are
upon the bigger picture of Nature's art of equality
ascertaining thus, enabling us to stand together from afar
human emotion is a rich field of continually ploughed weeds
vanity often harvests the best fruits that passion can claim
sold before the light of day, marketing our fears, sows the seeds
for a harvest of complete uncertainty, a yield we're unable to tame
set against neighbours our shortcomings writhe so nightmarish
wrangling season after season a time surely comes
finally following the lay of the land, burying pride so the Earth may reflourish
we who are nidifugous easily loose track of life and what it becomes
if anything is forgiving, it is the nature we always neglect
our biodegradable portfolio awaits the weathering of season's exemplarity
for the perfection we seek is the exclave of long-forgotten respect
bordered by foreign bodies, tolerance is the enfranchisement of singularity
if we may learn anything, it may be that dreams teach more than reality
breaking the mould from daylight's encased social posturing
sleeping journeys afford the courage of convictions impartiality
that society imprisons with the inhumanity it is sculpturing
it's nice to break free, and shatter the cast of governmental seduction
life and loveless corrupt travesties of justice appeal to the dream this time,
that hidden treasure, of a language we all understand: a course of instruction
within this amphitheatre we see a complete life whereby our time is forever in it's prime.
by anglia24
10h00: 29/02/2008
©2008anglia24
all rights reserved
multimedia art
“He who experiences the unity of life sees his own Self in all beings, and all beings in his own Self, and looks on everything with an impartial eye.”
Hindu Prince Gautama Siddharta, the founder of Buddhism, 563-483 B.C.
on the lighter side www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BDVvB7Xx1w
My entry into The Teleidoscope's first theme of the year! The theme for this first week is New Perspective. I think that this theme is also quite fitting for my new outlook for 2012. I find that while I'm not generally a negative person, I tend to be impartial or neutral about a lot of things which doesn't really get me anywhere, my new perspective for the year (and hopefully for the rest of my years) is to try new things, accept what is being offered to me, and put myself out there.
I'm so excited that the group is doing another 52 weeks (or 26 if you prefer) of themes, I helped create the list of themes and I'm looking forward to seeing what everyone creates. I'd love it if you stop on over to the group and play along!
Quel froid glacial
Sortir devient brutal
Qu'importe, qu'il m'assaille
Je pars en cavale
Pas facile sur le facial
Avec cette petite rafale
Qui, avec panache déloyal
Me gèle de façon radicale
Ça pendouille coté nasal
Preuve irréfutable de la bataille
Que je livre, mais impartiale
Je me laisse aller dans la pagaille
Je marche espérant des trouvailles
Mais devant moi que des broussailles
Malgré toutes les les victuailles
Chacun reste entre ses murailles
Bon bien avoye à maison!
The International Red Cross, who are completely impartial and never exaggerate, have described the situation for Ukrainians in Mariupol, who are trying to evacuate to safety as “apocalyptic”.
Many Ukrainians’ now have no access to food, clean clothing, warm blankets, shelter, and clean running water. 9th MARCH 2022
Please donate if you can, to:
The INTERNATIONAL RED CROSS (HUMANITARIAN CRISIS IN UKRAINE) :
INTERNATIONAL RED CROSS - UKRAINE CRISIS
The DISASTERS EMERGENCY COMMITY (UKRAINE HUMANITARIAN APPEAL) :
as the sun casts its impartial gaze over the undulating land, the ancient aqueduct of noáin stands as a silent witness to the ebb and flow of time. its arches, carved from the earth itself, stretch like the spine of the land, connecting two points in an unbroken line of history and perseverance. in the stillness, there's a whisper of times past, a dialogue between the enduring and the ephemeral, each arch a doorway to an era long gone.
As soon as the birds were out of the crate, I sat down on it and began to look at them. I have been looking at them ever since, from one station or another, and always with the same awe as on that first occasion; though I have always, I feel, been able to keep a balanced view and an impartial attitude. The peacock I had bought had nothing whatsoever in the way of a tail, but he carried himself as if he not only had a train behind him but a retinue to attend it. On that first occasion, my problem was so greatly what to look at first that my gaze moved constantly from the cock to the hen to the four young peachickens, while they, except that they gave me as wide a berth as possible, did nothing to indicate they knew I was in the pen.
-Flannery O’Conner, MM, 6
Les chrétiens d'Égypte représentent de 10 à 25 % de la population du pays. C'est la plus nombreuse des communautés chrétiennes du Proche-et-Moyen-Orient, et la seconde en pourcentage après celle du Liban. Environ un chrétien oriental sur deux dans le monde est égyptien.
Les chrétiens coptes seraient entre 5 000 000 et 10 000 000 de fidèles, voire plus selon les sources. Les autorités égyptiennes tendent à les minimiser alors que les chrétiens se disent être plus nombreux que l'État le prétend, entre 20 et 25 %. Il est difficile de connaître la réalité dans ce pays du fait de l'absence de recensement impartial.
ÉGLISE SAINT-GEORGES DU CAIRE :
L'église Saint-Georges du Caire (en grec moderne : Εκκλησία Αγίου Γεωργίου ; en arabe : كنيسة القديس جورج), souvent appelée Mar Girjis est une église orthodoxe grecque située au sein de la forteresse de Babylone dans le quartier copte du Vieux-Caire, en Égypte. Elle fait partie du saint monastère patriarcal de Saint-Georges, rattaché au Patriarcat d'Alexandrie et de toute l'Afrique.
C’est une très vieille église édifiée au Xè siècle, bien que plusieurs sources fassent remonter sa construction au VIIè siècle
Celle que nous voyons aujourd'hui a été reconstruite tardivement, au XIXè siècle. Certes impressionnante par sa taille mais sa plus grande particularité réside dans le fait qu'ayant été construite au sommet d'une tour romane ronde; c'est la seule église circulaire en d'Égypte.
Sertie d’une coupole flamboyante aux couleurs vives, on y admire toujours la salle des mariages du Xè siècle qui a préservé la décoration d’époque. Elle conserve aussi une salle du XVIè siècle.
Son intérieur sombre est un lieu atmosphérique, épais avec de l'encens et avec des rayons de soleil filtrant à travers les vitraux. Il y a une volée de marches menant à l'ancienne tour romaine, mais celle-ci est fermée au public.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Reportage photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Hundreds of trans people, their friends, family and allies gathered to peacefully protest a recent supreme court ruling.
Thousands gathered in London to protest with other cities across the UK pulling in hundreds and hundreds more.
Tens of Evangelical Christians held a counter-protest nearby.
I am not impartial. I have had trans friends at points in my life. I have heard the, often painful, stories of their lives from their earliest memories. They don't choose this. Who would deliberately put themselves through such an experience in a world that shows them so much hate and abuse?
The issue surrounding trans people today is a far right and religious fundamentalist attack on one of the most vulnerable and marginalised groups in society.
We are one species, with a vast array of naturally occurring difference, on one tiny oasis in the vacuum of space. Share love. Share compassion. Share empathy. It makes the world a better place for us all.
Trans women are women. Trans men are men.
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Au détour d’un survol européen, le ☀️ est venu se refléter sur la Tamise et en particulier sur l’emplacement de Londres… Tous les regards sont, une fois de plus décidement, tournés vers la capitale et son stade Wembley ce soir pour la finale de l’@Euro2020… y compris depuis l’orbite basse de la Terre ;) Personnellement je n’ai pas de favoris : au moins, quand ça va se finir encore aux tirs au but, j’en profiterai sans aucun stress - il paraît qu'il vaut mieux éviter le stress le plus possible dans la Station spatiale 😇 Bonne chance à la Squadra Azzurra et aux ! 💪 🇮🇹
In case you’re not tired of seeing London yet, this picture highlights it in a different way: see how the sunset shines off the Thames river and brings the attention to the capital city in particular. England has a home match against Italy tonight for the UEFA Euro cup final. I am impartial, so no stress for me when the penalty kicks will come. The best thing about being European is you can belong together and be brothers yet have pride in your country… and some friendly competition never hurts Tim Peake and Luca Parmitano 😉.
Credits: ESA/NASA–T. Pesquet
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George Washington (February 22, 1732[b][c] – December 14, 1799) was an American political leader, military general, statesman, and Founding Father who also served as the first president of the United States from 1789 to 1797. He led Patriot forces to victory in the nation's War for Independence. He presided at the Constitutional Convention of 1787 which established the U.S. Constitution and a federal government. Washington has been called the "Father of His Country" for his manifold leadership in the formative days of the new nation. Washington received his initial military training and command with the Virginia Regiment during the French and Indian War. He was later elected to the Virginia House of Burgesses and was named a delegate to the Continental Congress, where he was appointed Commanding General of the nation's Continental Army. He led American forces, allied with France, in the defeat and surrender of the British at Yorktown, and resigned his commission in 1783. Washington played a key role in the adoption and ratification of the Constitution and was then elected president by the Electoral College in the first two elections. He implemented a strong, well-financed national government while remaining impartial in a fierce rivalry between cabinet members Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton. During the French Revolution, he proclaimed a policy of neutrality while sanctioning the Jay Treaty. He set enduring precedents for the office of president, including the title "President of the United States", and his Farewell Address is widely regarded as a pre-eminent statement on republicanism. Washington owned slaves for labor and trading, and supported measures passed by Congress protecting slavery, in order to preserve national unity. He later became troubled with the institution of slavery and freed his slaves in a 1799 will. He endeavored to assimilate Native Americans into Western culture, but responded to their hostility in times of war. He was a member of the Anglican Church and the Freemasons, and he urged tolerance for all religions in his roles as general and president. Upon his death, he was eulogized as "first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen." He has been memorialized by monuments, art, geographical locations, stamps, and currency, and many scholars and polls rank him among the top American presidents.
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The Masonic Temple is a historic Masonic building in Philadelphia. Located at 1 North Broad Street, directly across from Philadelphia City Hall, it serves as the headquarters of the Grand Lodge of Pennsylvania, Free and Accepted Masons. The Temple features the Masonic Library and Museum of Pennsylvania, and receives thousands of visitors every year to view the ornate structure, which includes seven lodge rooms, where today a number of Philadelphia lodges and the Grand Lodge conduct their meetings. The Temple was designed in the medieval Norman style by James H. Windrim, who was 27 years old at the time he won the design competition. The massive granite cornerstone, weighing ten tons, was leveled on St. John the Baptist's Day, June 24, 1868. The ceremonial gavel used on that day by Grand Master Richard Vaux was the same gavel used by President George Washington in leveling the cornerstone of the nation's Capitol building in 1793. The construction was completed five years later, in 1873. The interior, designed by George Herzog, was begun in 1887 and took another fifteen years to finish. The bold and elaborate elevations on Broad and Filbert Streets, especially the beautiful portico of Quincy granite, make it one of the great architectural wonders of Philadelphia. The exterior stone of the building on Broad and Filbert Streets is Cape Ann Syenite from Syne in Upper Egypt. On May 27, 1971, the Temple was listed on the National Register of Historic Places. It was designated a National Historic Landmark in 1985. It was cited in its landmark designation as one of the nation's most elaborate examples of Masonic architecture.
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439 Zhapu Rd., Shanghai
The signs on the wall:
1) Heritage Architecture - Former Japanese Church, built in 1922 ...
2) Misappropriation of fire fighting equipment is strictly prohibited
3) We are fair and impartial in the acquisition of your houses in accordance with the law; we allow people to monitor the situation and eliminate foul play.
4) All rubbish must be put out at the designated place and at a regular interval and not allowed to fall on the ground.
5) Everyone comes to create a well-cultured community and enjoy the fruits of civility.
6) Waste separation is the new fashion and I shall be a pioneer in ecological conservation.
7) Separate the waste, you and I will do it together ...
8) The scientifically based fly extermination can safeguard our health.
This is an image of the Trillium along the Slippery Rock Creek in McConnell's Mill State Park, PA. I just love this flower with it's Burgundy color. The white ones are quite beautiful as well. I am totally impartial to the purple variety.
In the times I had seen them along the creek, I had only saw 4 or five. I'll bet I saw at lease 30-35 of them In about 6o feet. That was only along the trail. Quite happy to see them. Conditions must be right. So, so pretty.
Three red pedals over thre green sepals with six white stamans that drop the pollen all around.
There's a period of time each morning where I'm caught somewhere between the dream state and wakefulness. I almost always awake directly from a dream, and it sometimes takes a few minutes (or even days) to sort out what actually happened from what my subconscious mind created. There's so much nuance to my dreams lately; vivid in detail and rich with characters and plot lines. So much so at times the dreams actually influence my creative state. And that's an enormous channel to tap into. That's a long way to go to explain this photo. What struck me about this doll was the clarity of the eyes amid the deterioration of the whole. It's simply the nature of doll construction I guess, as glass eyes (or whatever they are made of) don't fade the same way that doll skin, doll hair, and doll clothing does. It's as if every single doll molecule begins to dissipate while the eyes appear unchanged. Eventually I suppose all there would be is the eyes. But until that day arrives, there exits this haunting crossover phase. And there's a very eerie sense of beauty in the bleached and discolored skin that should not exist yet does. I'm at a loss to explain it.
3 different emotions in one photo... None, disappointment and elation. My team Fareham Town celebrating one of their 5 goals in our emphatic 5-0 win away to Bemerton Heath in Salisbury, Wiltshire
“I sleep alone, so you can sleep safe.”
- Apocryphal. Attributed to an unknown police spouse
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The #MacroMondays #SquaredCircle theme
This is the reverse of a Police Long Service and Good Conduct Medal. It portrays Lady Justice blindfolded to illustrate that justice must be dispensed impartially, or as the police oath has it, without fear or favour.
In her right hand she carries a laurel wreath, the Ancient Greek symbol of triumph, symbolising the triumph of justice.
In her left hand she carries the scales of justice which she uses to weigh the evidence of the accuser against that of the accused. The scales are freestanding. Evidence must stand on its own.
She stands above a traditional police truncheon, a nod to the fact that police must, at times, use force to enable justice to prevail. It's a concept which eludes some of the chatterati.
A topical and arresting (sorry!) submission this week. HMM all.
“The worst grotesque situations: believing one knows oneself, believing one knows everything about some topic, believing one has judged with absolute impartiality, believing one will love and be loved forever. In conversation, people think one thing and, in trying to communicate it, say something else. The interlocutor hears one thing, but understands something different. When answering, one does not respond to what the other person initially thought, nor to what the other person said, but to what one has understood. The final result: a conversation between deaf people who do not even know how to listen to themselves.”
― Alejandro Jodorowsky, The Dance of Reality: A Psychomagical Autobiography
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The lens, that allegedly impartial eye, permits all possible distortions of reality... The importance of photography lies not only in the fact that it is a creation, but above all in the fact that it is one of the most effective means of shaping our ideas and influencing our behavior. - Gisèle Freund
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For the first time I brought my car with me, for a little photo-shoot. Just for fun. Made a trip down on one of the docks in the neighborhood and the result was not that bad. At least I think so. Totally impartial ..... :-) He he.
Looking Close On Friday-Curves
This is Lady Justice. Usually, you will see her in a lawyer's office.
Lady Justice holds scales to represent the impartiality of the court's decisions and a sword as a symbol of the power of justice. Artists have portrayed Lady Justice in different ways, and you might see her without a sword or with an animal in other courthouses and paintings. www.courts.mo.gov/CivicEducation/ourpurpose/ladyjustice/
Brigadier General Smedley D Butler
United States Marine Corps
Director of Public Saftey Philadelphia
January 7, 1924
December 23, 1925
He enforced the law impartially
He defended it courageously
He proved incorruptible
Located at City Hall.
In 1914 Butler won the Medal of Honor for outstanding gallantry in action while fighting against the Spanish at Veracruz, Mexico. Major Butler returned his medal arguing that he had not done enough to deserve it. It was sent back to Butler with orders that not only would he keep it, but that he would wear it as well. Butler won his second Medal of Honor in Haiti on 17th November, 1915.
Promoted to the rank of brigadier general at the age of 37 he was placed in command of Camp Pontanezen at Brest, France, during the First World War. This resulted in him being awarded the Distinguished Service Medal and the French Order of the Black Star.
Following the war, Butler transformed the wartime training camp at Quantico, Virginia into a permanent Marine post. In 1923 the newly elected mayor of Philadelphia, W. Freeland Kendrick, asked Butler to leave the Marines to become Director of Public Safety. Butler refused but eventually accepted the appointment in January 1924 when President Calvin Coolidge requested him to carry out the task.
Butler immediately ordered raids on more than 900 speakeasies in Philadelphia. He also ordered the arrests of corrupt police officers. Butler upset some very powerful people in his crusade against corruption and in December 1925 Kendrick sacked Butler. He later commented "cleaning up Philadelphia was worse than any battle I was ever in."
Butler returned to the US Marines and in 1927 was appointed the commander of the Marine Expeditionary Force in China. Over the next two years he did what he could to protect American people living in the country.
In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the Assistance of Counsel for his defence.
Meanwhile, at Jerry's apartment...
Jerry: "Hello... NEWMAN!"
Newman: Jerry. We've got a wager we'd like you to settle.
Kramer: And it's a big one so we need a completely impartial judge. Okay, Jerry, my long time friend?
...laughter...
Wow, Chameleon* really shelled out some money to bring Seinfeld to the Bijou Planks!
He knew we were about to walk!
Shhh!!
Jerry: How can I be impartial? I don't even like Newman!
Newman: I told you this was a waste, Kramer! Jerry couldn't judge a jacket, much less our bet. ...laughter... Let's go ask FDR.
Jerry: Hold on! Hold on... First, I don't even know what that means, but I find it insulting. And who says I can't judge?
Kramer: Okay, so you'll do it?
Jerry: I'll do it! I'll BE THE JUDGE!
...laughter...
Kramer: Okay, and Newman, you agree that Jerry's decision is binding?
Newman: I suppose... not that I trust Jerry or his opinion, but this is so cut-and-dry even he can't mess it up!
Jerry: You're not getting on the judge's good side... NEWMAN!
...laughter...
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Funko
Mini Moments
Seinfeld - Jerry's Apartment
* Chameleon is the owner of the Bijou Planks! Seen many times such as BP 2021 Day 11!
- Story People
Gabriel left with my parents last week. I miss him dearly. (And I really miss this guy .) His new interests since leaving include attacking my mother's cat and dragging things bigger than he is through the house.
It's a beautiful day here today. I'm off to enjoy it before checking in on your streams a little later. I hope you all do as well.
“I cannot pretend to be impartial about the colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.”
Winston Churchill
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Gary Lineker has taken a step back from hosting Match of the Day following the fallout from the impartiality row over comments he made about the government’s new asylum bill.
The presenter had compared language around the immigration policy to that used by Germany in the 1930s.
Given Lineker is regarded as one of the finest strikers of his generation who has gone on to become the face of the BBC’s football output, it is therefore no surprise that Lineker is handsomely rewarded financially for his work. metro.
*Working Towards a Better World
Home is where the heart is. -
JOSEPH C. NEAL, Singleton Snippe
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone? - Bob Dylon,
"Like a Rolling Stone"
A human life, I think, should be well rooted in some spot of native land, where it may get the love of tender kinship for the face of earth, for the labours men go forth to, for the sounds and accents that haunt it, for whatever will give that early home a familiar unmistakeable difference amidst the future widening of knowledge: a spot where the definiteness of early memories may be inwrought with affection, and kindly acquaintance with all neighbours, even to the dogs and donkeys, may spread not by sentimental effort and reflection, but as a sweet habbit of the blood. At five years old, mortals are not prepared to be citizens of the world, to be stimulated by abstract nouns, to soar above preference into impartiality; and that prejudice in favour of milk with which we blindly begin, is a type of the way body and soul must get nourished at least for a time. The best introduction to astronomy is to think of the nightly heavens as a little lot of stars belonging to one's own homestead. - George Eliot
In countries where people have to flee their homes because of persecution and violence, political solutions must be found, peace and tolerance restored, so that refugees can return home. In my experience, going home is the deepest wish of most refugees. - Angelina Jolie
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I often wonder if God is just an impartial observer or a severe judge . Know from my own experience that there's only a tiny step between being a watcher and a merciless critic :)
I traveled to the Zeeland island of Schouwen-Duiveland to look at Zierikzee and Brouwershaven. No, not for living nature but close enough. At Zierikzee tomorrow I hope to visit an exhibition of seventeenth-century herbaria. And this afternoon in Brouwershaven the very heart of Human Nature and Society was impressed upon me.
Tyrants and charlatan politicians east and west and in all of history, so now and then you need reminding... Thus my heart leapt up to behold the phrase for all the world to see gracing the Old Town Hall of Brouwershaven. 'LEX REIPUBLICAE CONSERVATIO'. In golden letters: 'The Rule of Law preserves the Commonwealth'. Above that admonition is a sculpture of impartial Justice. And at the very top of the building - not in the photo - is a statuette of Misericordia, Mercy or Lovingkindness. Justice and Lovingkindness go hand in hand in a well-ordered state, and ultimately Misericordia ranks highest.
I cannot pretend to be impartial about the colors. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns. Winston Churchill
I must confess to the same feeling as Churchill expressed -- I have never appreciated the brown leaves. This is the first time I found some I thought pretty enough to photograph. I'm sure it was in large part due to the oranges amongst the browns.
Kamera: Nikon FE2
Linse: Nikkor-S Auto 50mm f1.4 (1970)
Film: Kodak 5222 @ ISO 250
Kjemi: Rodinal (1:50 / 9 min. @ 20°C)
HRF Files War Crimes Complaint in the Czech Republic Against Israeli Soldier Involved in War Crimes in Gaza (Publ. 22 Sept. 2025)
Prague 22 September 2025
The Hind Rajab Foundation has filed a criminal complaint before the Prague Municipal Public Prosecutor’s Office against Israeli soldier Roei Haimatan, a member of the Givati Brigade, for his alleged involvement in genocide, crimes against humanity, and war crimes, committed in the Gaza Strip.
The complaint, submitted through our Czech Legal Counsel Mr. Jan Täubel, is based on the principle of universal jurisdiction, which enables Czech courts to investigate and prosecute the most serious crimes regardless of where they were committed or the nationality of the suspected perpetrator. The Hind Rajab Foundation has confirmed that Haimatan is currently present in the Czech Republic.
Documented Involvement in Atrocities
According to evidence submitted with the complaint, including a detailed investigative report by the Hind Rajab Foundation, Roei Haimatan served in the “Mivtzait” company of the 435th Infantry Battalion “Rotem” of the Givati Brigade. This unit was among the first to enter Gaza following October 7, 2023.
Social media posts published by Haimatan himself provide evidence of his direct participation in forced displacement of Palestinian civilians. Additional material indicates his potential role in unlawful confinement, torture, and ill-treatment of civilians, as well as the destruction of civilian property.
Further evidence comes from members of his unit, including Mori Keisar, against whom HRF filed a complaint in January 2025.
Several soldiers have documented their deployment in Khan Younis during January and February 2024, revealing their involvement in additional crimes by Haimatan’s company:
- The destruction of civilian homes, including filmed demolitions
- The forced displacement of residents of Khan Younis
- Indiscriminate gunfire at civilians across different parts of Gaza
- The humiliation of Palestinian detainees, captured in photographs and videos
The Foundation stresses that his actions cannot be seen as isolated misconduct, but as part of a wider, systematic pattern of atrocities carried out by the Israeli military in Gaza.
Call for Immediate Action
The complaint urges Czech authorities to take urgent steps to secure accountability, including:
- Seizing Haimatan’s electronic devices (mobile phones, laptops, storage media) to preserve potential evidence.
- Imposing travel restrictions or detention to prevent flight or the destruction of evidence.
- Initiating a full investigation into his role in international crimes committed in Gaza.
Statements
Dyab Abou Jahjah (b. 1971), Chairman of the Hind Rajab Foundation:
'This case is about more than one soldier. Roei Haimatan’s actions reflect a broader system of impunity behind Israel’s assault on Gaza. By pursuing accountability wherever perpetrators are found, we affirm that those who commit genocide and war crimes will face justice.'
Natacha Bracq, Head of Litigation of the Hind Rajab Foundation:
'Czech law obliges prosecutors to act when suspects of genocide or war crimes are present on its territory. The evidence against Haimatan, much of it from his own social media, is credible and serious. The authorities must now open an investigation and secure the evidence without delay.'
Jan Taubel, Legal Counsel:
'War crimes should be prosecuted and punished regardless of the citizenship, religion or political affiliation of the perpetrators. I am very glad that TAUBEL LEGAL could at least in this way help justice to punish the atrocities committed by the occupation forces in Palestine. I firmly believe that the relevant Czech authorities will proceed impartially and regardless of any intervention attempts.'
A Broader Strategy Against Impunity
The complaint against Roei Haimatan is part of the Hind Rajab Foundation’s broader strategy to pursue legal accountability for Israeli officials and soldiers implicated in the ongoing genocide in Gaza. The Foundation is working at both the international level, through submissions to the International Criminal Court, and the national level, by triggering proceedings in jurisdictions across Europe and beyond.
By filing these cases, the Foundation seeks to ensure that individual perpetrators of atrocities face consequences and to close the space of impunity that has enabled repeated violations against Palestinians.
Source: Hind Rajab Foundation - HRF Files War Crimes Complaint in the Czech Republic Against Israeli Soldier Involved in War Crimes in Gaza (Publ. 22. Sept. 2025)
A magnolia warbler stands tall with its prize. A crane fly ( I think, don’t quote me) he caught on the wing, that didn’t stand a chance against this tiny predator. Last year, I had come across this individual bird on my trips out to the mountains of PA. He frequented a small clearing in an otherwise dense grove of spruce and hemlock. Perfect habitat for a magnolia warbler looking to strut his stuff. And while he may have “magnolia” in his name, he has no relation to or impartiality to magnolia trees. The only time of year you may catch of glimpse at one of these warblers in a magnolia tree is during migration, an action that earned this species it’s name over 200 years ago.
I sometimes wonder whether we are all living in a parallel universe - we can't really be living in a world where we think it is our God-given right to destroy our wildlife. Or can we?...
Hundreds of badgers have so far been shot in the 'pilot' cull that is to be extended - with the prospect of whole families of badgers being gassed in the future. Thousands of badgers face execution.
What really irks me is the non-scientific way in which this slaughter is being carried out. Carcasses are not even being tested for TB and healthy animals are being targeted by the marksmen along with infected badgers.
Let me give you an analogy:- If we wanted to eradicate attacks by dogs in this country we could simply line up everyone's pooches and shoot the lot of them.
Even Baldric himself would struggle to call that the most cunning of plans.
Links below to websites which are somewhat more articulate than my rant...
Marc Baldwin has posted a detailed and balanced article about Badgers and bovine tuberculosis. Marc is a keen wildlife enthusiast (and all round good egg!) and I admire the impartial and comprehensive approach he has taken in putting this together. You can read the article on the Wildlife Online website here: www.wildlifeonline.me.uk/badgers_tb.html
The Wildlife Trusts' logical and reasoned opposition to the cull can be read here: www.wildlifetrusts.org/badgers-and-bovineTB
Thanks everyone for some great comments lately, sincerely appreciated. Hope you all have a great weekend.
Another one of those shots I have some doubts about, but there's something in it that keeps calling me back to it. There are certain quiet photos that seem to ask me not to ignore them. At the same time, this perhaps isn't so quiet. And that might be what draws me to it: this somber, ruminative image that still gives a sensation of a power building beneath.
"The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me
Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean…"
— Robinson Jeffers, "Continent's End"
Fuji X-E2 / XF14mm
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Alors que certains (beaucoup ?) sont déjà rentrés, il reste quelques jours d'août pour finir la série des #VacancesEnFrance ! Si vous avez choisi le sud-ouest, vous êtes sûrement passés par sa capitale (désolé Bordeaux 😉 : la belle ville de Toulouse ! Une ville sportive 🏉, étudiante 📚 et dynamique, berceau de l'aéronautique ✈️ ️🚀 en France (hello Airbus, Thales et plein d'autres), pleine d'histoire et de joie de vivre. Certains diront que je ne suis pas totalement impartial (il paraît que je suis passé à ISAE Supaero, au CNES et qu'il m'arrive de supporter le Stade Toulousain, 😉emoji 😇... Bonne fin de vacances à toutes et à tous.
Some might already be back from holidays, but there are still a few days left to finish the series of holiday destinations in France. This is Toulouse, a city full of students, aero-space industry, sport, history and a love of life. I have fond memories of being a student here and working at CNES.
Credits: ESA/NASA
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From my set entitled "Uncle Bill Watson"
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In my photostream
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Watson reunion photo in which Cam Devine appears
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Campbell (Cam) Devine was my Uncle Bill Watson’s best friend during early school years in Grand Valley, Ontario. Cam was killed on August 12, 1944, when the Flying Boat he was piloting crashed in Ireland. I am including a notice of his death from the Grand Valley Star and Vidette, and a detailed account of the crash as remembered by Chuck Singer, one of Cam’s flight crew.
From The Grand Valley Star and Vidette, August, 1944
Another Grand Valley Boy Passes Overseas
News of the death of another Grand Valley boy overseas was received in town the latter part of last week. He was Flight Lieut Campbell Devine, elder son of Dr. and Mrs. E. W. Devine of Orillia formerly of Grand Valley. Campbell was born in Grand Valley and moved with his parents to Orillia some years ago. His death occurred in Ireland on Aug.12 and interment took place in Ireland. He was a chum and pal of the late P.O. Bill Watson of Grand Valley. Brief references to his death were made in the pulpits of Knox Presbyterian Church on Sunday morning and at the memorial service for the late P.O. Watson in Trinity United Church on Sunday afternoon. Besides his parents and one brother, Donald, the deceased leaves a widow and one child, all of Orillia. To the bereaved parents, brother, widow and child the sympathy of this community is extended
Full particulars regarding his death had not been received at the time of going to press.
Taken from THE BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC Highlights from 422 R.C.A.F. Squadron, 1942 - 1945
www.airforcemuseum.ca/422ww2.htm
August 12, 1944 saw the crash of Sunderland T of 422, in Donegal County, Ireland, just north of Belleek, Northern Ireland, shortly after take-off for an Atlantic patrol. The heavily loaded aircraft had suffered an engine fire and loss of propeller and a crash landing was attempted on a relatively flat area. The skipper, F/L Cam Devine and two crew members died in the crash. The remainder of the crew received serious injuries and were initially treated in the Irish hospital in Ballyshannon, Donegal County, and later moved to the military hospital in Necarne Castle near Irvinestown, Northern Ireland or to hospitals in England.
Taken from the The Impartial Reporter: For Fermanagh, Tyrone and Border Counties of the Republic of Ireland:
Issue: 15-08-2002
www.impartialreporter.com/archive/2002-08-15/news/story41...
A tear ran down the cheek of Chuck Singer as he stood on the windswept bogland of Cashelard, receiving long overdue recognition for an act of great courage undertaken 58 years ago to the day.
It was a marvellous moment, a fitting closure to a remarkable tale, owing much not only to Chuck, whose selfless actions as a 19 year old First Gunner on a stricken Sunderland flying boat in 1944 saved the life of a comrade, but also to his son Bob (who correctly pointed out that reports of his father's death in the Squadron records were greatly exaggerated), and local historians Joe O'Loughlin and Breege McCusker.
A large crowd gathered on Monday at the exact hour at the site where Sunderland NJ175 crashed shortly after taking off from its base at Castle Archdale. They gathered to pay tribute to Sergeant Chuck Singer, but also to the three airmen who did not survive the crash, and whose names are recorded on a memorial stone erected at the site two years ago. With a beautiful ceremony choreographed brilliantly by Joe and Breege, interspersed with presentations to Chuck, the crowd listened to a recounting of the Canadian's remarkable story.
422 Squadron Royal Canadian Air Force arrived in Fermanagh in the spring of 1944, youthful, joyful crews of men who had thus far generally enjoyed their war experiences, stationed with Coastal Command in Scotland, protecting Merchant Navy convoys from the threat of German U Boats.
They were to do the same job from their base on Lough Erne, patrolling out into the Atlantic and also into the Bay Of Biscay and the English Channel. Their role was an important one- the U Boats were the only cog of the German war machine which really frightened Churchill, and any break in the Allies supply line would have had a debilitating effect on the war effort.
But to the airmen based in quiet County Fermanagh, on the usually serene Lower Lough Erne, the war must often have seemed a world away. Chuck remembers that conditions on the base were "beautiful, just fine", and that even when they were airborne, patrolling at an average altitude of 400 feet, there was never any real feeling of unease or fear.
"We felt like nothing was ever going to happen to us out there. To fly was just a treat to get up and if they ever postponed a flight on us we got sick, you know, just sick. I don't know any aircrew that ever worried- it was all jovial, funny guys that had a good time, I don't know anybody that ever worried about dying. Flying out to sea in those things was so peaceful. You almost forgot that you had a job to do it was so beautiful and peaceful."
During his short spell in Fermanagh, Chuck fortunately never had to fire his guns in anger from his position in the turret at the top of the giant seaplane, but remembers one occasion when his crew felt they were about to have their first serious engagement with the enemy.
"We thought we had a pair of them one time," he said. "It looked like a mother ship refuelling a smaller sub, so we dived at that thing, we had all the depth charges out on the wings, we were ready for everything... and they were two of the most beautiful Blue Whales you ever saw in your life."
Chuck left his turret and aimed a camera instead of his machine gun. He took a couple of photographs and left them in to get developed back at the base, but due to his unfortunate exit from Castle Archdale he was never able to pick them up again. "We went out feet first and I never did get them. I'd loved to have had those pictures," he said wistfully.
The biggest threat to their safety that Chuck encountered during the patrols actually came from the Merchant Navy which the Sunderlands and Catalinas were sent to protect. Engagements with enemy aircraft and U Boats were rare by 1944, but the Merchant convoys were jumpy, and fairly 'trigger happy' recalled Chuck.
"The worst part was flying alongside a convoy, because those merchant people- they were shooting at everything, and they didn't know us from the enemy. When we used to approach a convoy the skipper used to give them every view they could of the markings or else the Merchant Navy would shoot you down."
They would also shoot coloured flares by way of identifying themselves, but the colours were changed frequently, and sending up the wrong colour could prove fatal. Call signs were also used for identification and changed frequently, but there is one call sign which is indelibly printed on Chuck's memory. 'Eyeglass Eagle'. This was the last call sign of Sunderland NJ175, as it took off around 11:15 on Saturday morning, August 12, 1944. NJ175 was like any other Sunderland docked at the Flying Boat base, and was supposed to have been checked by the engineers before take off. Every one of the 12 man crew had checks to make after being rowed out to the boat on a dinghy.
"When it was our turn to fly they'd put us in a dinghy from the dock and run us to one of the boats, and we'd get on it and check everything out, and if something wasn't right we'd radio the dinghy and it would come back and get us and take us to another one. Often there'd be two or three before we'd get one that was operational."
Everything happened in such a hurry that it was fairly common to experience mechanical problems, said Chuck, and often the crews would be delayed at least an hour by repairs.
On the flight on August 12 was his regular crew, all of whom had got to know each other like brothers, having flown and socialised together in Fermanagh for months, as well as a few trainees, learning the ropes, and sitting, fatally as it turned out, near the cockpit behind the skipper, Flight Lieutenant Cam Devine.
They were heading for the English Channel, hoping to catch the German subs heading for Norway from their base at Brest on the French coast. The men- all members of the RCAF, were expecting to be away for between 10 and 12 hours, burning an enormous 2000 gallons of fuel. As it happened, they were only airborne for a fraction of that time- about 30 minutes- and had to dump as much of the fuel as possible over the surrounding area.
"The engine sounded uneasy all the time after we took off. It just didn't sound like it was hitting all cylinders, it sounded funny. But sometimes that clears up, but this time it didn't," said Chuck. The noises got worse as the plane reached the West Coast of Ireland and a problem in the outer starboard engine had developed into a fire. The crew sent out a mayday call and turned around to return to base. Orders came in from Castle Archdale to jettison the fuel and the depth charges on board, which would have exploded on impacting with the ground.
Local people in the fields around Belleek were used to seeing the huge Flying Boats sailing out to war over their heads along the secretly negotiated Donegal Corridor, but to see one with thick black smoke billowing out from its starboard engine was an unusual and alarming experience. Although Cashelard is a remote area, there were a number of people in the vicinity, taking advantage of the great weather to work in the fields or enjoy the first day of the Grouse shooting season. Their peace was about to be shattered.
On board the plane, dumping the 2000 gallons of fuel was proving too dangerous, as the high octane fuel was pouring out perilously close to the burning engine, risking an explosion which would blow the plane to smithereens. Flying Officer Alex Platsko, the Second Pilot, whose job it was to jettison the fuel and depth charges in preparation for a less than routine landing, now had to shut off the fuel dump valve again.
And there was another problem- the track for the depth charges was sticking, and the crew couldn't get them out of the plane. Eventually, after a desperate struggle, the crew worked the charges free, and they dropped harmlessly to the ground, to be blown up next day by the Irish Army and officials from Castle Archdale.
Platsko returned to the task of shutting off the fuel dump valve, but was shuddered out of his work by a loud bang as the burning engine suddenly froze up and the propeller twisted off its shaft and spun into the starboard float, causing the plane to bank suddenly, steeply to the right. Chuck remembers the sharp snap of the propeller breaking off, not long before impact.
Skipper Cam Devine, just 22 years of age, had a fight on his hands. With one engine on fire and out of action, and a half a tonne propeller embedded in the side of one of his floats, the plane was losing height at a frightening rate and in danger of hitting the ground sideways first. "We could've cartwheeled - if the wing had touched first we would all have been dead," said Chuck.
The crew members were adopting the crash position, something similar to what is advised on commercial airliners today, but without the fancy demonstration cards. Cam Devine was fighting for his life, and the lives of his comrades, fighting to get the heavy plane back on an even keel to give them a chance in the crash landing which was now inevitable. Somehow, against the odds, he achieved this, righting the plane just before impact on the Cashelard ground, succeeding in saving the lives of nine of his crew members, but losing his own life in the process.
Chuck remembers certain aspects of the impact, but he was concussed, and blood was streaming down his face. Three of the crew- Cam Devine, Pilot Officer R.T Wilkinson and Flight Sergeant Jack Forrest- died instantly. Alex Platsko, who hadn't time to buckle himself back into his seat after jettisoning the depth charges, was thrown through the windscreen, and survived, although he was seriously injured.
The plane hit the lip of a country track, coming down perpendicular to the road rather than along it, which caused the bottom half of the plane to be severed in the sudden halt. "When the bottom half of the plane was torn out I was up in the ceiling getting my arms broke and my face cut, and concussion, and I was looking down and I could see George Colbourne laying face-up on the bottom of the boat," recalled Chuck. "We went over the top of him, but it looked like we were still and he was sliding on a toboggan underneath us- that was the effect we got. That was the last thing I remembered until I gained consciousness again and tried to get out of that thing."
The next thing he remembers is the heather all around the crash site being on fire. The Sunderland had broken in two places- at the tail, and between the under section and the rest of the plane. The tail breaking off was a blessing in disguise, affording an escape hatch for Chuck and some of the other crew members.
Dazed, bleeding, and with his left arm hanging limply by his side, Chuck somehow got out of the mangled remains of the plane. As aviation fuel leaked out of the plane the fire spread, and bullets and ammunition were exploding in the heat. Chuck staggered clear of the heat, but heard George Colbourne crying for help. George was trapped under the wreckage of the tail, powerless, with two broken legs. Chuck turned back into the flames.
"I can remember going back when I heard him crying and screaming. I heard him before this, and I thought 'God, I'm not going to get him', and then he screamed one more time and I thought: 'I've got to get him', so I went back after him. I pulled my arm out hauling him out- I tore a ligament in my shoulder. I couldn't use my left arm- it was broken. So by the time I got him maybe 50 to 100 feet away, I don't know how far it was- until I couldn't feel the heat anymore- I passed out, and so did he."
The fire totally engulfed the plane, but somehow all of the survivors had got clear of the wreckage. Joe O'Loughlin reached the plane on his bicycle about half an hour after the crash, along with other locals and helpers, including the supposedly neutral Irish Army from Finner Camp, rescue services from Castle Archdale, and medical staff from Ballyshannon's Shiel Hospital. All of the injured, with wounds ranging from a broken back to severe burns, were taken to the hospital, where they remained for 48 hours before being transferred to St Angelo Airport and over to hospital in England.
At this point, according to the records of 422 Squadron, Sergeant Charles (Chuck) Singer died. This was quite an alarming discovery for Bob Singer in January this year, who thought that his father had recovered from his injuries, received a medical discharge and flown back to Canada, where he later married, had five children and moved to Florida, keeping in contact with George Colbourne, who rang him every year on August 12 to thank him for saving his life on a lonely Irish bog, a lifetime ago. Bob had decided to do a little research into his father's Airforce career, and had stumbled upon the Squadron records. He knew very little of the crash, and nothing of his modest father's heroic rescue of Colbourne. He sent a reply to the website, stating that as his father had been helping him in the yard that morning, and notwithstanding a Lazurus-like reincarnation, he had not died in England on August 14, 1944, as the Squadron notes reported. Chuck had missed out on over 50 years of squadron reunions thanks to an erroneous report in the records. He had no idea that there was such interest in those based at Castle Archdale: "I didn't have a clue- I thought that we were all forgotten. Joe here, he got after me right away- I got a letter within a week from him."
He also got in touch with the courageous Alex Platsko, now Dr Alex Platsko, who lives in the prestigious Pebble Beach resort in California. The two old comrades talked together for the first time in 58 years a few months ago, while Chuck ordered his Squadron badge, an honour he had neglected for over half a century.
This has been a year of amazing discovery for both Chuck and Bob, who accompanied his father on his emotional return to Fermanagh and to Cashelard. Under the gentle guidance of Joe, they have revisited so many areas of huge significance for Chuck- the well kept war graves in Irvinestown where his three comrades are buried; Castle Archdale with Breege McCusker; the Shiel Hospital in Ballyshannon where Chuck asked the staff if he owed them anything and joked that he had "an outstanding bill from '44"; and finally, most emotionally of all, the site at Cashelard where Sunderland NJ175 crashed 58 years ago to the day.
Full of praise for the people of Fermanagh- "a wonderful race", Chuck returns this week to Florida, laden with gifts such as a mounted piece of the wreckage of his plane, a framed citation commemorating his bravery, a copy of the memorial plaque erected to the memory of his fallen comrades, and a replica model of the planes in which he soared above the seas, risking his tomorrow for our today.
Having been reaquainted with his squadron and returned to the site of his wartime experiences he admits to being overwhelmed with his time in Fermanagh. As far as Castle Archdale, Cashelard and more particularly, Flying Boats go, he has just one disappointment, and he is not the only one: "It's a shame there isn't one for you guys to look at, you know? They're all on the bottom of the lake. Isn't that crazy?"
Taken from "Commonwealth Plots in Irvinestown County Fermanagh"
www.ww2talk.com/forum/war-grave-photographs/15812-commonw...
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The injuries to the crew Killed F/lt E.C. Devine ( Pilot ) aged 22.
( Buried Irvinestown Church of Ireland ).
P/O. J R Forrest W.Op / AG.
( Buried Irvinestown Roman catholic Churchyard).
F/O. R T Wilkinson Pilot aged 22.
(Buried Irvinestown Church of Ireland).
Surviving crew members. Sgt Allen ( Navigator).
Severe head injuries , burns to hands and legs.
Sgt Jeal. ( Flt/Engineer).
Fracture to spine , extensive burns to his hands and face.
Sgt Colbourne (A/G).
Head injury , fractured right leg.
Sgt Platsko. ( 2nd Pilot).
Head injury.
Sgt Oderskirk.(W.Op/ AG).
hand and facial injuries.
Sgt.Clarke (FME/AG).
Compressed fracture of the spine.
Sgt Singer ( A/G).
Fractured left arm.
P/O A. Locke.
(W.Op/AG).
Head injury.
Post Processing: light balance, equalization, sharpening