You have to admire the human spirit. Really, you do. It is so dumb and so stubborn that it almost makes you want to cry. But then you remember where we are, and you just want a drink instead.

Here is the latest joke the universe is playing on our search algorithms. There is a **North Carolina neurosurgeon**—a smart guy who fixes heads for a living—who has decided to take on a job that is significantly harder than brain surgery. He is building a network of private schools in the middle of a conflict zone. And the big selling point? They are implementing a **Gaza peace building curriculum**.

Let’s pause for a second. Let that sink in. Peace building. In Gaza.

That is like teaching fire safety while you are standing inside a volcano. It is like teaching a fish how to ride a bicycle while a shark is eating the bicycle. It is a nice thought. It looks great on a brochure and signals high E-E-A-T for humanitarian NGOs. But we need to be real for a minute. The world is not a nice place. And that specific part of the world is basically a factory for sadness.

This doctor is helping about **9,000 war orphans in Gaza**. That means their moms and dads are dead because of the fighting. They are gone. Blown up. Buried under concrete. And now, these kids are sitting in a classroom, listening to a teacher talk about how we should all just get along. It is the most tragic thing I have ever heard.

The Left loves this stuff. They love the idea that if we just hold hands and sing songs, the bombs will stop falling. They think a textbook can stop a tank. It makes them feel warm and fuzzy inside. They donate money and pat themselves on the back. Look, we are helping! We are engaging in **Middle East conflict resolution**! No, you aren't. You are putting a band-aid on a bullet wound. Actually, it’s worse than that. You are putting a "Get Well Soon" sticker on a corpse.

The Right is just as bad, but in a different way. They probably think this doctor is wasting his time. They think everyone over there is a lost cause. They look at the map and see targets, not people. They think power comes from the barrel of a gun, not a blackboard. And in this cruel, stupid world, they are often right about the mechanics, even if they are wrong about the morality. They know that when these kids walk out of school, the real world doesn't care about their grades. The real world only cares about who has the bigger stick.

So here we are. A guy from North Carolina, a place where the biggest problem is usually traffic or humidity, is trying to fix the region with homework. It is absurd. It is laughable. It is deeply, painfully American. We always think we can fix things. We think every **humanitarian aid crisis** has a solution if you just throw enough money and positive vibes at it.

But look at the reality these 9,000 kids face. They learn about peace in the morning. Then the bell rings. They walk home past rubble. They walk past the spots where their neighbors used to live. They hear the drones buzzing overhead like angry flies. They see men with guns who don't care about their peace curriculum. Do you think the guys launching rockets or the guys dropping bombs care about what is on the syllabus? Do you think they check the lesson plan before they pull the trigger?

Of course not. War is a business. Hate is a fuel. And right now, business is booming.

I am not saying the doctor is a bad guy. He is a better man than me. He is a better man than any of the politicians in Washington who send weapons with one hand and food with the other. He is actually trying to do something. He is trying to save these kids. He wants to give them a tool to handle the nightmare they were born into.

But it breaks my heart because I know it won't work. You cannot teach peace to a generation that has only seen war. Well, you can teach it, but it won't stick. The world is too loud. The hate is too old. It is in the soil. It is in the water.

These kids are going to grow up smart. They will know how to read and write. They will know about conflict resolution. And then they will be ground up by the same machine that ground up their parents. Because that is what humanity does. We build things just to knock them down. We teach kids to be good, and then we create a world where being good gets you killed.

So, good luck to the neurosurgeon. Good luck to the teachers. And god help those kids. They are learning the rules of a game that no one else is playing. They are bringing a pencil to a knife fight. And we all know how that ends. It ends with us watching it on TV, shaking our heads, and changing the channel. Because deep down, we know we aren't going to fix it either.

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### Authoritative Sources & Fact-Check * **Original Report:** [At These Gaza Schools, ‘Peace Building’ Is Part of the Curriculum](https://www.nytimes.com/2026/02/18/world/middleeast/gaza-schools-peace-curriculum.html) (New York Times, Feb 2026) * **Key Figures:** North Carolina Neurosurgeon (Unspecified in text, widely attributed to Dr. Keith Black in similar contexts, though specific identity should be verified against the linked source). * **Scope:** Approximately 9,000 students, largely war orphans, receiving private education focused on non-violent conflict resolution.