In the final session at the Detroit gathering before I headed back to Toledo, a Palestinian woman was delivering her speech in Farsi, which was then translated, paragraph by paragraph, by live interpreters. Nine-tenths of the way through her presentation, one of the three large video screens at the front of the crowded plenary meeting room suddenly flashed a "breaking news" alert, saying that the IDF had bombed a designated "safe" zone for Palestinians on the crowded beach west of Rafah, leaving at least 35 dead and dozens more badly burned beneath the rubble of destroyed flaming tents. [There are now at least 40 dead from that IDF bombing]. At the podium in front of us, Sanaa Daqqa, widow of Walid Daqqa, told us the story of Walid, a Palestinian prisoner for 38 years after being convicted of commanding a group that abducted and killed an Israeli soldier -- a murder at which Walid was not present and for which he was convicted under rules that did not require proof beyond a reasonable doubt. And as she spoke, above her head on the podium, unbidden, the giant screen announced another Israeli massacre in the sacred-genocide-that-must-not-be-halted.