Trump, Brexit, even Strictly we focus on anything rather than the bloodletting. That forms us complicit in these atrocities, writes Guardian editor Jonathan Freedland

Almost anything is more interesting than the murder of the civilian population in Syria. Just look at today’s breast pages. The Guardian passes on the slaughter of unarmed tenants in the Damascus suburb of eastern Ghouta, but for the respite it’s a mix of continuing scandals in international aid philanthropies, the tax annal of a newly designated business regulator, and Brendan off Strictly having an unauthorised waltz with Camilla.

Against all that, the bloodbath in eastern Ghouta is deemed too dull to play. Sure, the governmental forces of Bashar al-Assad may have pounded the rebel-held area so difficult that it killed 194 beings in 40 hours, many of them children. It may have targeted seven hospices in 2 day, repeatedly hitting medical employees as they sought to extricate the injured and vanishing. And yes, this is likely to signal the increase of a besieging that has repudiated supplies to its own population of 390,000 for months, squeezing them between bombardment and starvation. All that may be meticulously documented by the UN. But who, if we’re honest, gives a damn?

The Guardian has Syria on the front sheet today, but there’s no moral high ground here for any of us. This bloodletting has gone on for seven years now, and for most of that time the majority of members of us- legislators, media, public- have appeared the other way.

I look back at some of the things that have rehearsal me while this murder has continued day after day- at Donald Trump’s tweets, say, or the twistings and swerves of Brexit- and I know I’m part of this world-wide shrug in the face of atrocity.

We should not kid ourselves. This stillnes of ours is complicity. The absence of boisterou cruelty has been a signal to Assad: keep on doing what you’re doing- no one’s going to stop you. If I were him, an occasional uptick in praise- with an enlightened Scandinavian betraying me on the radio, or Unicef problem a blank statement because” we no longer have the words to describe children’s suffering”- would be just fine. Because I would know that this brief spurt of feeling would elapse, and I would soon be allowed to return to the killing, just so long as I saved the daily numerals at a elevation everyone could safely ignore.

I would have learned that exercise in April last year, when I swept the line by abusing chemical weapons against the civilians of Idlib province, gassing children, and the only importance was a limited US tomahawk missile ten-strike on a Syrian airfield. So long as I wasn’t too flagrant, and obstructed the assassination within agreed restrictions, I would be left alone.

What illustrates this global detachment? Partly it’s because those of us far gone have our own, lawful reveries. Trump and Brexit are not mortal menaces on a par with the barrel bombs of Damascus, but they have threshed America and Britain alike. In recent epoches, it has not helped that the very aid organisations we might generally expect to sound alarm systems about an emergency such as Syria have been shaken by gossip and forced to look inward.

Part of it, surely, is that it has just gone on so long. For seven years we have known that a civil fight is sprinkling horror on Syria, and we’ve got used to it. The seem of Syrian children suffocating to extinction has become the background noise of the present decade. And, crucially, we don’t know what to do about it.

I’ve written before that one of the results of the disastrous Iraq invasion of 2003 was the discrediting of so-called humanitarian interventionism- the impression that sometimes it is right to stop regimes from slaughtering their own parties. With no one calling for involvement, with no public debate about what can be done to stop the butchery, we soon stop talking about the carnage wholly. It tumbles out of view.

But paying attention, making a noise, has appraise. Perhaps there’s no moment addressing Assad, or for that are important the maverick radicals shelling government-held communities of Damascus. But Assad’s backers and enablers, the governments of Russia and Iran, are surely not beyond reaching. We know from Moscow’s intense endeavours on Facebook and Twitter, as well as the millions it spews into RT, its TV hype channel, that it is, at the very least, sensitive to western opinion.

This war is not winding down. It is not softly burning itself out. On the contrary, those watching it be closed down say it is escalating. For Ghouta, Monday was the most destructive epoch of the last three years. Until now the only meaning we have cast Russia, Iran and Syria is a silent shrug. If we want the killing to stop, we need to say so.

* Jonathan Freedland is a Guardian columnist

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