The scenes from the festival before the terror radiated love and kindness. There was that 10-second clip of 22-year-old Shani Louk dancing. Then, there was the image of Louk on the back of that truck, and the one of her being dragged through the streets of Gaza, as thousands cheered and ran after her. Can you even imagine a starker contrast of good vs evil? It was joy, love and life vs violence, rape and death.

Surely, I thought in my naivete, Western leftists would see themselves reflected in these music-loving young people, who looked like they had stepped out of Haight-Ashbury in the 1970s. Surely, the sight of 26-year-old Noa Argamani, begging for her life as the butchers ride off with her, would inspire in the left a sense of identification with these Israelis, and a corresponding fear of Hamas. How could it not?

It did not. Leftist women found nothing in their hearts to say about it. For months. There was a total failure of the international feminist community to stand up for the Israeli women who had been sexually brutalised by Hamas.