Trump’s Gaza peace plan is failing as Palestinian genocide slows, not stops

The “ceasefire” was supposed to be the moment the world exhaled.

Twenty points of a Trump peace plan, signed and sealed last October, promising an end to the nightmare.

Six months later, exhale if you can. The air over Gaza is thick with smoke, flies, and the stench of broken promises.

Nobody’s paying attention anymore but like the wealthy men whose sexual exploitation of vulnerable girls is documented in the Epstein files, the problems persist.

The zone is flooded with Trump’s threatened war crimes, gas price hikes and the looming global food crisis, so American  attention spans are stretched to the limit.

News media are also covering more significant things, like the report that movie star Cameron Diaz doesn’t Google herself.

Hundreds of Palestinians are dead since that “peace” was inked, but just as the acting Attorney General says they’re done releasing the Epstein files, concerns about the ongoing genocide have been relegated to the past.

Israel’s boot remains on the throat of every Palestinian on every road, in every truck and every bag of flour trying to reach the million and a half souls starving in the rubble.

Some ceasefire. Some peace.

Let’s call it what it is: a slow-motion massacre covered up with a handshake on paper that is not conveniently worthy of our notice.

The latest numbers from the ground read like an Old Testament plague wrapped in a modern bureaucratic hell.

Seventy percent of Gaza’s cropland is gone, blown to bits or left to rot behind Israeli checkpoints.

The hunger report isn’t a forecast; it’s a death warrant. One point six million people staring down severe starvation through April.

Nearly a hundred thousand children under five—children, mind you, not combatants, not statistics—set to suffer acute malnutrition in the coming months.

You want to know what that looks like? Ask Niveen Qaneet, living in a displacement camp in Gaza City with her family, grateful for a bar of soap.

Soap. That’s where we are.

While the aid trucks sit idle and the politicians in Washington pat themselves on the back for a deal that isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on, the shooting never stopped.

Monday’s little sideshow east of the Maghazi refugee camp is a perfect snapshot of this circus.

A Palestinian militia backed by Israel sets up a checkpoint. Hamas security personnel take issue. Shots fired. Then the Israeli drones come buzzing in like angry hornets to back their local allies, dropping hellfire on three separate locations.

At least ten bodies hauled to the al-Aqsa hospital in Deir al-Balah. Dozens more mangled and bleeding.

The Israeli military has no comment. Hamas has no comment. The dead have no comment either. They rarely do.

Seven hundred and twenty-three Palestinians killed since the ceasefire began. Five Israeli soldiers dead on the other side.

This is not peace. This is a low-grade, grinding, miserable war by other means.

And the main event looming behind the curtain is the one nobody wants to name out loud: disarmament. The American administration and Trump’s mediators are now politely asking Hamas to hand over its weapons.

The response from Abu Ubaida, the group’s military spokesman, was about as subtle as a rocket to the face. “What the enemy failed to take from us by tanks and destruction, it will not take from us through politics or at the negotiating table.”

Netanyahu’s response was just as charming: disarm the easy way or the hard way. So there you have it. Two stubborn mules staring each other down in a burning barn while the children inside starve.

This isn’t just a crisis. It’s a crime. A slow, deliberate, avoidable crime dressed up in diplomatic language and buried under press releases.

Oxfam and a handful of other humanitarian organizations are doing what they can—reaching 800,000 people with water, sanitation, a little soap—but you might as well try to empty the ocean with a teacup.

The only real solution is a peace that isn’t a joke. A surge of aid that isn’t blocked. An end to the violence that doesn’t come with a drone strike attached.

But don’t hold your breath.

The guns are still hot, the trucks are still stopped, and somewhere in Gaza tonight, a mother is watching her child waste away to nothing, waiting for a peace that exists only in headlines and press briefings.

That’s the way it is. And it’s a damn shame.