Israeli soldiers raped her. Australian customs threatened her
The first. An Australian citizen, face down on the deck of an Israeli naval vessel in international waters, cable tied and shackled, soldiers standing on her legs, a rifle butt smashing into her head each time she turns her face away, water thrown at her until it fills her mouth and nose and she is certain she is drowning. Waterboarding without the board.
Then a darkened shipping container. Five soldiers. Raped from behind, bent double in a chokehold, while one soldier rips fistfuls of hair from her scalp. She fixed her mind on his boots and pushed everything behind her far away, until it was happening to a woman she could watch from somewhere else.
It was the only way to live through it.
It was the only way to live through it.
The second image. An Australian citizen who served in the Israel Defence Forces, the army, before the International Court of Justice on charges of genocide, strolled off a flight at Sydney Airport. Nobody stops him. Nobody asks what he did. He gets his coffee in Double Bay by mid-morning.
Now guess which one Australian Border Force detained, searched, and threatened with arrest.
Juliet Lamont came home from being raped and tortured by a foreign military, and her own country ransacked her luggage, seized her phone and laptop, and told her she was under arrest unless she surrendered her passcodes.
Her government did not protect her. Her government investigated her.
Planned and systematic. Right from the top.
Call the crime by its name. The seizure of 42 unarmed civilian boats carrying medicine and prosthetics, 270 nautical miles out in international waters, is piracy.
What followed was an industrial process. Four hundred and twenty-eight civilians from thirty countries fed one by one through a container the survivors called the torture tunnel, by soldiers in balaclavas who hide their faces because they know The Hague is coming.
They knew Lamont’s name. Out of 428 people, hers. “Welcome to Israel, Juliet,” an officer purred. “You’re gonna really enjoy this.”
Weeks later, at a forensic examination in Tweed Valley Hospital, it was the nurses’ latex gloves that broke her. She had seen them before. Her rapists wore them. No DNA. No evidence of their crimes. The men who broke her coccyx gloved up before they touched her, so that this exact examination would come up empty.
That is not soldiers losing control. That is planning, and it comes from the top. Israel has denied everything through a spokesperson. A denial from a military whose soldiers glove up before a rape is not a denial. It is a confession of method.
The violence followed the survivors into the desert. On the night of 20 May, Lamont’s daughter Isla, a 25-year-old Australian youth worker, was dragged shackled from her Naqab prison cell to a room of armed soldiers. Her own published words: “They pulled down my pants to my ankles, where the shackles were, and my underpants, and took off my top, unclipped my bra. That’s when there were, like, four soldiers in there with a gun to my head,
"saying they will shoot me if I don’t say I love Israel."
https://michaelwest.com.au/israeli-soldiers-raped-her-australian-customs-threatened-her/