Every generation of Palestinians has been offered the same choice presented as a new "peace process." Accept less than the last offer. Sign a document legitimizing what was taken. Call it a "state" when it has no army, no contiguous territory, no control of its borders, no sovereignty over its airspace, no capital in the city that was promised. Call it "peace" when the settlements continue to expand during the negotiation. Call it a "partner" when that partner is chosen by the occupying power based on their willingness to police their own people on the occupier's behalf. And when the answer is no, when the people being asked to sign away the remainder of what was taken from them say no, the world nods gravely and says: They are "not ready for peace." They have never been offered peace. They have been offered the administrative language of peace wrapped around the continuing material reality of dispossession. The difference between those two things is not subtle. It is the difference between a door and a painting of a door. You can talk about a painting of a door for decades. You cannot walk through it.