The New Yorker:

In February, Marwan Sultan showed me the wrecked hospital where he worked. In July, an Israeli missile killed him.

By Clayton Dalton

Five months ago, when I was on a medical mission in northern Gaza, a Palestinian cardiologist named Marwan Sultan showed me what was left of the Indonesian Hospital, a hundred-bed facility that had been shelled and raided by Israeli forces. The building was riddled with shrapnel scars; its hallways were dark and cluttered with debris, and a cold wind blew through broken windows. Sultan, who directed the facility, was wearing a long white coat, a necktie, and rectangular glasses. He pointed out the twisted remains of the hospital’s generators. The operating rooms were being repaired, he said, but had no anesthesia.

Sultan was welcoming, but, after more than fifteen months of Israeli military operations in Gaza, he seemed profoundly worn down. I filmed with my smartphone as he pointed out a row of dialysis machines whose screens had been smashed in. Upstairs in the I.C.U., he showed me numerous other pieces of equipment that had been destroyed with bullets. He shook his head, speechless, with his palms turned up. When I described the damage to the Israeli military, or I.D.F., for a story published in April, a spokesperson said, “Claims that the IDF deliberately targets medical equipment are unequivocally false.”

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