The Cult of the Murderer

The Cult of the Murderer

America’s Sympathizers with Hamas and the Death of Moral Clarity

In a sane civilization the execution of men in a public square, blindfolded, dragged through the dust, and shot before a cheering multitude, would provoke horror rather than sympathy. Yet America in her decay can no longer distinguish between the victim and the villain, between the martyr and the butcher, between the Cross and the sword of Cain. She has learned to weep for Hamas.

When masked gunmen in Gaza City paraded prisoners through the streets and slew them before the eyes of the crowd, they were not engaged in battle. They were conducting a ritual of terror. The condemned men were accused of collaboration, stripped of trial, stripped of mercy, stripped of life itself. Their deaths were intended to remind the people that Hamas, not God, not law, not conscience, is their master.

Human-rights organizations, speaking in the bloodless dialect of bureaucracy, called these killings “extrajudicial.” What a dainty word for butchery. As if the evil lay in a missing signature rather than in the murder itself.

One needs only the most rudimentary faculty of discernment to see which side serves evil. Compare the methods of Israel and Hamas, and the truth stands naked. Israel warns civilians before it strikes, drops leaflets, and opens corridors for escape, even as its enemies use those same passages for ambush. Hamas hides behind children, fires from hospitals, and celebrates the blood of the defenseless as though it were incense. One army grieves its dead; the other glorifies murder. One seeks victory with lamentation; the other seeks carnage as its crown. No honest man can mistake restraint for cruelty or barbarism for bravery. The difference is as clear as light and darkness, yet the modern mind, steeped in relativism, prefers blindness, for blindness spares it the duty to judge.

That multitudes in the West now chant in favor of Hamas and call it “resistance” reveals how completely the moral sense of this age has been extinguished. The same soft-handed citizens who post slogans about liberation from the comfort of their air-conditioned suburbs cannot tell the difference between a freedom fighter and a sadist with a rifle.

They cry “from the river to the sea” as though it were poetry, not a charter for extermination. They seek “nuance” where there is none. There is no nuance in watching a bound man executed for spectacle. There is only sin.

Christianity does not, and has not ever, lived by the haze of relativism. It knows that violence born of hatred is demonic, whoever commits it. It knows that the blood of the innocent cries aloud before the throne of God. Those who glorify terror, whether in Gaza or in the universities of the West, worship not justice but the prince of this world.

There is no righteousness in the deeds of Hamas. There is no holiness in the murder of civilians, no piety in the slaughter of captives, no “resistance” in the tyranny of fear. These are the works of Cain repeated through the centuries, each time dressed in a new banner and a new excuse. To defend them is not to support Palestine; it is to betray truth itself.

The Western mind has grown sentimental and cruel all at once. Americans weep theatrically for the oppressor while despising the innocent. They long for moral drama without moral cost. It is the religion of self-regard: the glow of virtue without the discipline of judgment.

Thus they excuse a movement whose idea of justice is public execution and whose idea of liberation is the rule of fear. They preach compassion yet bless murder. They do not know mercy; they only crave applause.

Hamas governs by terror, not love. It silences its critics, kills its rivals, and blasphemes God while invoking His name. To call this resistance is to baptize evil. Christ taught that righteousness cannot be purchased by wicked means. Hatred cannot be sanctified. Evil cannot be redeemed by grievance. The devil himself claims to be a victim.

Every bullet fired into the head of a bound man was an act of worship to death. And the crowd that watched, whether through fear or assent, was reminded that it belongs to a cult, not to a community. In the West that cult has found new disciples, who march beneath its banners and call their blindness compassion.

A people without faith soon loses sight. America, having abandoned the light of truth, calls evil good and good evil. She has persuaded herself that nothing is wicked, only misunderstood. Therefore she admires weakness even when it is malicious and mistakes cruelty for courage.

In the name of justice she sides with those who would crucify the innocent. In the name of peace she honors the most violent. In the name of truth she repeats lies until they become creed.

The Christian must stand apart from such madness. He cannot bless murder or justify terror or cheer for the slayer because his victims are unfashionable. The only side he may take is the side of the innocent: the child, the mother, the unarmed, the voiceless. To do less is cowardice disguised as charity.

Hamas is no liberation movement but a cult of death, and those in the West who defend it are not humanitarians but accomplices of wickedness. They are the heirs of the mob that cried “Crucify Him” while congratulating itself on being progressive.

The Moral Bankruptcy of Western Liberals

What passes for compassion in the modern West is nothing but self-indulgence dressed in virtue. The liberal does not truly care for the oppressed; he merely wishes to be seen caring. His heart bleeds only when a camera is nearby. He cannot endure the sight of suffering, not because he loves the sufferer, but because it disturbs his aesthetic of peace. He would rather soothe his conscience than heal the wound.

These are the people who cry for “human rights” while defending those who trample them. They claim to speak for the voiceless, yet their sympathy extends only to those whose crimes can be excused by ideology. They believe evil may be cured by empathy, as though the wolf will spare the lamb once it has been properly understood. They mistake sentiment for morality, weakness for mercy, and cowardice for love.

When a man loses his faith, his compassion becomes theatrical. He loves mankind in the abstract but despises his neighbor in the flesh. The liberal is tender toward murderers in Gaza yet venomous toward the mother who objects to pornography in her child’s school. He excuses barbarity abroad while waging war against decency at home. His pity is as selective as his outrage, guided not by conscience but by fashion.

It is not compassion but a species of moral exhibitionism. The modern Westerner loves to parade his empathy like a trophy, believing that the mere performance of sorrow absolves him of complicity. His slogans cost him nothing. He kneels in public, not in repentance, but for applause. He worships pity as an idol, though his pity is sterile and without truth.

This suicidal empathy has become his only creed. He would rather be destroyed than called intolerant. He would rather watch his civilization burn than speak a word that might offend its destroyers. His charity has no sword, his peace has no justice, and his love has no truth. He confuses forgiveness with surrender and mercy with moral paralysis. He pities the murderer more than the murdered, and in so doing, becomes a servant of death himself.

Such is the moral bankruptcy of the modern left: a compassion that kills, an empathy that enslaves, and a conscience that congratulates itself while the innocent bleed. Their moral vision ends not with justice, but with suicide. They have built an altar to empathy, and upon it they sacrifice reason, order, and their own children’s future.

History will not remember the slogans, only the corpses. It will remember the men blindfolded in the square, the crowds, the laughter, the silence of those who claimed to love justice yet excused murder. Christ will judge between the slain and the slayer, and the West will answer for having cheered the latter.

Until that hour, let every Christian speak plainly: to support Hamas is to partake in its sin. The blood of the innocent still cries from the earth— from Gaza, from Israel, and from the conscience of all who prefer fashion to truth.