There are moments when a society shows you exactly what it is. The killing of Palestinian prisoner Tha’er Abu Assab in Ketziot prison in November 2023 is one of those moments. A man beaten to death by Israeli prison guards while handcuffed, blindfolded, and trapped in a cell. A man whose ribs were shattered, whose heart muscle ruptured from the force of the blows. A man who died on the floor while the demons in charge laughed, bragged, and texted their friends about how “satisfied” they were.
Multiple outlets have confirmed the basic facts: the guards went into the cell during a count, beat the prisoners with fists, boots, and batons, kept going even after Abu Assab collapsed, delayed medical care, and then tried to coordinate their stories. Twelve guards were eventually indicted for reckless homicide, aggravated assault, and obstruction. But the ones who bragged the loudest — the ones who treated torture like a hobby — were never charged.
Haaretz’s investigation exposed the culture behind the killing. It showed the messages, the celebrations, the way guards talked about Palestinians as if they were objects to break. And nothing is more revealing than the WhatsApp messages of warden Oshrit Aliga, who was literally used as a poster figure for the Israeli Prison Service. She filmed herself doing combat workouts. She was showcased as a model officer. And she was bragging about a man’s death in real time.
On the night Tha’er Abu Assab was murdered, she texted a friend:
"Sweetie, here is an update for you, he's dead now."
"I’m very happy and satisfied, but it's a mess right now. There was a lot of blood and they broke them."
"It'll be fine, I'm glad it happened. I'm ready to put my career on the line for this, I'm at peace with it, all of us are. The commander knew something like this would happen. he told us in the briefing and also asked, whoever feels they can't handle it should say so, because he really wanted to break them. I'm really fine, but you know how it is, investigations and all that mess."
This wasn’t a rogue a guard carrying out exactly what her commander wanted. He told them in advance that something like this would happen. He told them to prepare themselves. He told them he wanted to “break them.” And she was proud to do it. Proud enough to text about it. Proud enough to say she was “at peace” with a man’s death.
And it didn’t stop there. More detainees arrived. More violence. More bragging.
In December 2023, she wrote:
"They brought some Amalek-son whores down in the middle of the street, sitting there on the ground with just underwear and blindfolds on. I'm already getting myself and the shift ready to receive them for Shabbat, we will give them a proper Shabbat reception."
Her friend joked about her baton. She answered:
"My club is fine, after a fair number of disinfections."
Then the sick depraved demon fantasized about torture like it was a shared pastime:
"Imagine me and you in a cell with two prisoners cuffed hand to hand, and the shift commander tells us 'go ahead, cut loose', sweetie, I swear you'd have enjoyed it here with me."
Her friend asked if she physically hits them. She didn’t hesitate:
"I wish I had a way to prove it to you, to show you something, I swear to you, sis, I break them apart. You've never known me like this. [This is] routine. [When the] next round comes, if I haven't cracked one of his kidneys, as far as I'm concerned I'm not going into the wing."
This is someone who was celebrated by the Israeli Prison Service. Promoted. Showcased. Treated like a model officer. And she was bragging about cracking kidneys as a personal standard.
Then came the messages with her domestic partner, corrections officer Tamer Trudi:
"We got another 70 whores from October 7th. Each one of course got a personal welcome, and some got a joint one because of the [limited] supply of handcuffs."
Trudi replied:
"Haha, how nice that there's always a welcome."
She answered:
"And since we were already tired from hitting them, the commander took off his belt and undid it on them. And the screaming, like females — at minimum they're a punching bag."
This is what these demons do. This is how they talk. This is how they think. This is what they enjoy. This is what the system rewards.
Other outlets confirm the same pattern: the commander ordered the assault, the guards carried it out, Abu Assab died from cardiac rupture and broken ribs, and the prison staff tried to cover it up. The indictments barely scratch the surface. The culture of brutality is bigger than any single case. It’s a system that dehumanizes Palestinians until their suffering becomes entertainment.
Tha’er Abu Assab died with his ribs broken, his heart muscle torn, his body destroyed by people who laughed about it afterward. And the society that produced them — the one that calls Palestinians “Amalek,” “animals,” “whores,” “punching bags” — keeps pretending it’s civilized.
This is what a sick, rotten, demonic society looks like when the mask falls off. This is what Palestinians are subjected to every damn day.
The world isn't sick or angry enough.
