Kay Wilson’s attack photo is not gratuitous gore

Twitter really doesn’t know what to do with itself. If you share this picture of my friend, taken days after two terrorists failed to murder her, on Twitter, they may suspend your account:

Wounds on the back of Kay Wilson following machete attack in 2010
Collect pictures of British woman Kay Wilson who was stabbed by Palestinian terrorists in Israel in 2010. Injuries. 13 machete wounds, bones splintered off into lungs, 30 compound fractures of rib cage, crushed sternum, dislocated shoulder, broken shoulder blade and 13 machete wounds in my lungs and diaphragm
Screen shot of Twitter locking account email to Kay Wilson

The reason give by Twitter for suspending her account are:

Violating our rules against posting media depicting gratuitous gore.

You may not share excessively graphic media (e.g., severe injuries, torture). Exposure to gratuitous gore can be harmful, especially if the content is posted with intent to delight in cruelty or for sadistic pleasure.

I want to analyse this a bit deeper. When I first met Kay she was only just starting to talk about the terrorist attack that changed her life for ever. Reading her book “The Rage Less Traveled” filled in what she was going through at that time but suffice it to say, I didn’t see this particular picture of her wounds for a long time.

In fact, in the spring of 2016, a few weeks before the Brexit referendum in the UK, I remember a discussion with Kay about whether or not to allow the UK’s Daily Mail newspaper to publish the picture. Eventually Kay decided it was important and necessary. You can see the page from the newspaper with this picture inset bottom right.

It took courage to do that and you should probably know even more about how that picture came to be taken. Knowing Kay, in a way in which no AI and even no moderator at Twitter will ever be able to, I know that this picture is not “posted with intent to delight in cruelty or for sadistic pleasure”. But Twitter have set for themselves an almost impossible task of judging the intent of someone when they post a photograph!

Here’s the extract from Kay’s book that describes how this photograph was taken by a police forensic scientist. During this part, Kay is on serious pain medication and her narrative reflects how her mind was unable to focus and drifted off in all sorts of directions. I’m adding in an exclusive extract from her audio book.

This is an extract of Kay reading from her own Audio Book version of The Rage Less Traveled – Chapter 7 Page 58

I dream about a company of bald-headed dwarfs, who under the command of my dog Peanut plant sunflower seeds in the Negev Desert. It’s all very pleasant. When I wake up, there is a man with a bald head who has his face in my cleavage. 

Holding a small camera an inch from my chest, his breath tickles my skin. I stare at the specks of sweat on his shiny scalp, then look over at Nurse Olga fidgeting with the drips at the side of the bed. Her hair is pulled back tight. It resembles an onion. I love onions. I love how they feel all papery on the outside, and when the skin is peeled off, they become cool and hard. I can’t eat too many onions though, they make me burp. 

Nurse Olga adjusts the valves and chats away. “This gentleman is from the Institute of Forensic Medicine in Holon. Have you been to Holon, Kay? That’s where the Jewish Agency had the nerve to put us when we arrived in Israel. In those days, Holon wasn’t any more friendly than the Kremlin. We even—”

“Nurse,” says the man, taking his head out of my chest. “Can you take off Kay’s pajamas please, so I can get to her back?” 

While Nurse Olga eases my top off, the man looks past me at the lamp on the headboard. His lips are thick, his forehead high, and his eyes bulge. He gives his best smile and tells me his name is Avi. He doesn’t look like an Avi though, he looks like an explorer, or a philosopher, or a scientist. 

Einstein. I’ll call him Einstein. 

Einstein, who seconds ago had his face in my cleavage, now thanks me in a formal voice for my cooperation and apologizes for the intrusion.

I edge forward so he can get to my back. Even moving a couple of inches brings on the agony of feeling impaled. He grimaces with me and waits for my pain to subside, then embarks on his scientific expedition. He documents what he calls “lacerations.” It sounds exciting. He has an efficient but mysterious method. It involves a tape measure, the camera and a clipboard. Working his way down my side and across my back, he mutters secret formulas to himself, like “two-and-a-half inches,” as if worried he may forget. 

He gives the camera a couple of clicks, puts it down, hurriedly writes on the clipboard and then goes back to the tape measure. It is clammy on my skin and makes me shudder. Camera clicks. Pen scratches. Camera clicks. Pen scratches.

Genius. I am in the presence of genius. 

Engrossed in his mission, Einstein gives me the feeling that he is working on something that will change the world. I wonder what it could be. Whatever it is, I feel quite proud to be part of this great experiment, even though it means being photographed naked from the waist up. 

Nurse Olga resumes her monologue about how, back in the ’90’s, Holon used to be a real dump. But, genius that he is, Einstein is too consumed with his world-breaking discovery. He just says, “Nurse, let me concentrate for a moment, please.” I blink around the room. Einstein must have been so excited at what he discovered that he slipped away without saying goodbye, to carry on working towards his great invention. Olga’s not here anymore either. She must have gone with him. 

And from later on in the book, this photograph is directly part of the evidence used to convict the two terrorists.

He hands them a pile of photographs. “And these are Kay’s injuries.” 

As the judges bend forward to survey the damage, Padan goes into detail. The stenographer types as he speaks. The clicks of the typewriter compete with the traffic. 

“Thirteen machete wounds, a crushed sternum, multiple fractures of ribs, bone splinters in her lungs, a broken shoulder blade and a dislocated shoulder.” 

How can social media scale globally and ever avoid this kind of problem? I don’t have the answer and neither does Twitter or Jack Dorsey.

And just as I’m ready to publish, following Israellycool’s post and tons of tweets, Twitter have reinstated the tweet and reactivated her account. Kay won, as Winston Churchill would say “complete surrender”.

Podcast covers Tommy Robinson’s latest show trial and Kay Wilson’s book launch

This week I’m talking about Tommy Robinson’s return to court after the first day. I’m also talking about the book launch by Kay Wilson of her book The Rage Less Traveled introduced by Col Richard Kemp.

Podcast talks censorship, Facebook, Tommy Robinson and Kay Wilson

To buy and read Kay Wilson’s astonishing book go to her website: The Rage Less Traveled. My brief thoughts about it are here.

To read more about and join the suit against Facebook and Google go here.

To follow me on Telegram click here and to follow Tommy Robinson, click here.

Kay Wilson’s amazing book: The Rage Less Traveled out in Kindle eBook

Kay Wilson and Brian of London in the Judean Desert
Kay Wilson and Brian of London in the Judean Desert

It’s so hard to believe this story is true, and that the person writing it went through all of this and lived to tell us her amazing story. And that’s for me when Kay is very good friend of mine.

Kay’s new book is beautifully written. She describes events that very few people have ever survived, her strength and courage after being attacked were amazing. The story begins with how she and her friend were viciously attacked, her friend murdered before her eyes and Kay left for dead. What follows is a funny and thought provoking description of her PTSD after the attack and path to recovery and personal healing and growth is inspiring beyond words. Along the way she has to face her would be murderers in court and, somewhat more scarily, the parents of Kristine Luken, the Christian, American woman who was murdered by the terrorists.

Obviously this experience changed the author and it can clearly be seen from the book how she almost died to write this. In the end there is hope in the story and an inspiration of how powerful the force to live is even in the face of the most crushing evil imaginable.

The Kindle e-book is available right now, the paperback will be ready in a few weeks. Kay’s story is amazing and this is a beautifully written account of it with many more details and beautiful touches than I have ever heard in the many interviews Kay’s given.

You can find more information about Kay on her own website, released with the book: The Rage Less Traveled. This weekend the Jerusalem Post is running an in depth interview with Kay.

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The most evil BBC actions are the ones you’re not supposed to see

My friend, Kay Wilson, writes this on Facebag:

It goes like this:

The organization I speak for, OneFamily Together, called me on Thursday, saying that the BBC News are doing a report about the funding of terrorists, and would I like to be part of it.

You bet, I thought. 

So the BBC called me and explained that they would also be interviewing a Palestinian family who gets a load of money because of their murderous son, sitting in an Israeli jail. 

I wasn’t put off. 

I have UK citizenship. 
I am fluent in English. 
I am articulate. 
And…. in my moral favor, I have also started a clandestine project in a Palestinian refugee camp with a Muslim friend, to counter-radicalize children and teach them to clutch onto life and resist adults who teach them to hate. 

I just heard back. 

“Umm…. you’re too famous, we need someone less well known, so I’m very sorry, but we wont be interviewing you.”

They are scared of me. They would rather choose an Israeli who struggles with English, so he/she looks “foreign,” and it will bring the “balance,” needed 

Moral cowards. I find them obscene.

Kay Wilson – Facebook.

For those of you who don’t know, Kay Wilson survived a brutal terrorist attack by two Palestinian terorrists. She watched as her friend was murdered before her and she was left for dead in a forest having been hacked 13 times with a machete with a final blow just a hair’s breadth from her heart.

Her would be murderers, the men who murdered her American, Christian friend (and another Israeli woman in a separate attack) now sit in an Israeli prison. They were caught quickly because Kay managed to stab and wound one of them in his thigh. The terrorists and their families receive a monthly “salary” from the Palestinian Authority.

Kay is by far and away the most eloquent speaker on the injustice and sheer horror of this “pay to slay” program you can imagine. Kay’s amazing book, “The Rage Less Traveled” will be published in the next couple of weeks.

Which is precisely why the evil BBC cannot and will not give her air time before the British public. She doesn’t fit their agenda of demonising Israelis and lifting up to sainthood the “Palestinian People”.

Here’s a clip of the real terrorist explaining why he murdered Kristine Luken and tried to murder Kay Wilson. This is not a drama, this is a real police interview tape at the scene of the murder, days after it took place.