My name is Holly Passmore. I am a mother nearby. Just a human. I am not Israeli. I am not Jewish. I have Jewish Israeli friends, and I study the Holocaust, and advocate for Jewish rights and understanding of Israel online which means I have spent years asking how ordinary people become able to murder entire groups, and how other ordinary people can look away, or tolerate the intolerable.
On the morning of 7 October 2023 I was at home with my son. I have two children. My son is very autistic, so I am a full-time carer. I watched, from home, as people were being killed in real time. I did not believe the videos at first. I felt panicked. I could not do anything for the people on my screen, and I could not stop watching. I called friends in Ramat Gan. There was nothing I, or anyone, could do. So I stayed, and I watched, and I made a choice to bear witness and I saw images and videos that changed me forever.
Later I did go to Israel. I walked through Kfar Aza. I visited the Nova site. I stood in Hostage Square. I met a young woman who survived the festival by lying still beside her dead friends, and I listened to a young man talk about how desperate he was to see his brother, taken hostage, alive again. On that trip I also learned what it is to hear a ballistic-missile warning and go underground with strangers, and feel part of a unit. Sharing fear, and sympathy, and space. That is my connection. Being a human who recognised other humans in need. This isn’t a talk about hate or war or nations. It’s about people.
I was not there on that day but Since then I have talked to families of hostages and families of the murdered. I have sat through briefings and lectures, and the 47-minute footage still withheld from the public. That day changed my view of life, and of pain, friendship, courage, and people, here and over there. Humanity at its most vulnerable, and its most profound, is what I want to talk about tonight.