Israeli Army disperse peaceful Palestinian prayer demonstration

See Kayla’s photo report here.

This is the first bulletin from ‘S’, one of our local members, who is participating in a programme with Quaker Peace and Social Witness as an ecumenical accompanier serving on the World Council of Churches Ecumenical Accompaniment Programme in Palestine and Israel (EAPPI).

PALESTINIAN STORIES No 1, February 2015

On Saturday we drove out to Nabi Samwil, a remote and impoverished village north of Jerusalem. We are told that the village is under siege, with Israel trying to squeeze them out of the land they have lived on for generations. Israeli authorities have forced the villagers out of their homes and turned the area into an archaeological site and nature park. The villagers now live in ramshackle buildings in a small enclave across the road from the nature park. There is a nearby mosque, which used to house a school as well. About fifty children from the village must now be bussed to a school 9 kilometres away and they must pass through a checkpoint on the way. For the children the checkpoint can be a frightening and humiliating experience.

In Nabi Samwil we met Eid, a gentle yet determined man, who struggles to keep his land and to ensure the survival of his village. Since 2011 they have been trying to fight through the courts and now have the support of lawyers from NRC (Norwegian Refugee Council). Eid’s house has been demolished twice and he moved his family into a caravan but the soldiers came and took the caravan away. He once planted 300 trees, olives, apple, and pomegranate. Settlers came and uprooted them. He planted again and then settlers flooded his land with raw sewage so all the trees died. Four years ago he tried to bring food for his animals, his sheep and cows, but was stopped at the checkpoint and arrested. The shelter for his animals was destroyed so his dairy cows became sick and could not give milk. So he lost his small business selling milk. He no longer has any animals at all.

Eid, a community leader in Nabi Samwil. He seemed a wise and gentle man.

There is a short film about Nabi Samwil produced by Machsom Watch, an Israel peace group. Please watch this film and pass on the link if possible: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Np6SAytxPDw

We receive regular SMS alerts of clashes from the UN office here. “16:36, ongoing clashes between Palestinians and ISF at entrance to Ar Ram town.” “17:30 in At Tur (Mount of Olives) on-going clashes.” “19:30 clashes between the IDF and residents at Wadi Al Joz in East Jerusalem.” All advised to avoid the area. I can hear the stun grenades and tear gas bursts just north of where I live.

We walk through the Old City twice a day to ensure that there are no clashes and to see if the children have access to their schools and if Muslims can go to Al Aqsa mosque to pray. I hope all is quiet and peaceful today. Once, as I was coming out of the Old City, a man stopped to chat. He knew about the programme and said, “You give us power: you give us hope.”

Twice a week we have checkpoint duty from 4:30 to 7:30 at Qalandiya between the Palestinian cities of East Jerusalem and Ramallah. At that time in the morning it is cold and dark. Over two thousand people pass through in the three hours we spend there. To enter the checkpoint men must walk through long and narrow metal cages with a turnstile at the end. Only a few are allowed through at a time. There can be a chaotic scramble at the entrance to the gates as the men are desperate to get through in time so they are not late for work.

Today there seem to be numerous holdups. The soldiers sit in their heated rooms, often talking on their phones or playing computer games and often forget to let more people through. Palestinians must pass through many turnstiles each of which is controlled by the soldiers. It is a dreadful place to be. So much frustration and hopelessness. A old man came up to me quite distressed, holding his arms out in a gesture of supplication, saying, “Why this, why this? It is our land. We just want to go to our land.”

A man was injured in the crush today, not badly, but then sometimes arms are broken or hands injured. Men have died of heart attacks in what we call the cattle lanes. There is a special lane to one side – the humanitarian lane, to be used by women, children, the sick and elderly. A female soldier was holding up the humanitarian lane for no reason that she explained or that we could see, asking everyone for their IDs and permits.

When it is time to leave I line up with the men though I could go through the humanitarian lane. We all do this as a gesture of solidarity. The men let me go ahead and make sure there is space around me. I wonder how they have the heart to do this every day. They show courage and forbearance, humour and kindness.

At the Women In Black demonstration in West Jerusalem. They are Israeli women and have been demonstrating against the occupation for twenty-seven years.

Disclaimer:  I am participating in a programme with Quaker Peace and Social Witness as an ecumenical accompanier serving on the World Council of Churches Ecumenical Accompaniment Programme in Palestine and Israel (EAPPI). The views contained in this message are personal and do not necessarily reflect those of my employer (QPSW) or the World Council of Churches.  If you would like to publish the information contained here (including posting it on a website) or distribute further, please first contact QPSW Programme manager for I-oPt teresap@quaker.org.uk for permission.

It was once said (I can’t remember by whom) that when you come to Palestine you can write a book, but when you leave you can hardly write a sentence.

One must be forgiven, at times, for occasionally experiencing a sense of normality when living in Area A. The overwhelming hospitality, really cool Arabic music blaring from cars, crazy driving, beeping horns and broken pavements, brightly coloured flags.

However it doesn’t take long until reality hits. I have been doing a research project for a local NGO on emigration from Palestine and have been interviewing a wide range of people who have ranged from the dynamic and entrepreneurial to the downright hopeless. The extent of the economic pressures and lack of options for development are difficult to sum up in a few words but the amount of national emigration particularly among young graduates and people with young families says it all. 30,000 students a year graduate from Palestine a year and jobs are limited. Some call it the emigration of the minds and I’ve been told that many are emigrating for their freedom and not for the ‘American Dream.’ Everyone I have asked has said BDS is important.

Next week I am excited to be interviewing Palestinian Archbishop Atallah Hanna who famously said “Those who use the bible to support Israel need to differentiate between God’s promise and Balfour’s promise, because the occupation is the result of a promise given to the Israelis by Lord Balfour and not by God.” I like him already.

One shocking fact I learnt – and is just one of the ways Israel is profiting from the occupation – is in the biometric ID cards which Palestinians have to buy at 100 NIS (New Israeli Shekels) a time in order to work in Israel and the settlements. 400,000 of these were issued in a two-year period, so work that one out. Then there is the cost of the work permits at 1,000 NIS a month.

And then there is insane Hebron where I have been spending some time. A 10 or 11 year old settler kid stands on Shuhada street daily, chatting and laughing with the soldiers, he has a large toy wooden rifle draped across his body – preparing for the real thing in a few years.

The Old City of Hebron apparently has the highest poverty rate in the West Bank now. Heartbreaking for somewhere once so prosperous. One lunch time, hundreds filed past me carrying buckets. They were on their way to ‘The Hospice Abrahamic’, the 900 year old soup kitchen next to the Ibrahimi Mosque. I was told that once upon a time it was just small boys who would go to the kitchen, sent as representatives of very poor families but these days it is people of all ages and many of them are working. Middle aged men, heads held high, carrying buckets on their way to get soup to feed their families.

Ahlan wa sahlan – welcome to occupied Palestine.