Dear friends,
The Israeli army has invaded the villages in the Salfit region every night for the past week, breaking glass, arresting men, beating women, shooting holes in framed verses of the Koran. My friends who are still at IWPS have seen all this, but I have not. Below I’ve written about experiences I have personally had, about topics and thoughts that have been particularly haunting me this week.
With as much love as I can muster up, Hannah
“This happened. And it could happen again.”
Houses demolished, villages unrecognized, not given water infrastructure or electricity or rights to their own land. The army had raided the village, had destroyed everything. And every person affected was an Israeli citizen. This particular story comes from a video filmed over 10 years ago, but the situation is the same today. Palestinians with Israeli citizenship do not have the same rights as Jews. Internally displaced refugees remain unrecognized in the communities they have tried to build after being denied the internationally recognized right to return to their original land. There is nothing complicated about the situation. There is nothing complicated about most of what happens here. “Complicated” is a word people use to excuse human rights abuses. “Complicated” is a word people use so they can be openly racist in thought and action, with no repercussions. After all, the Jews were victims once.
“This happened. And it could happen again.”
We visit Saffourieh, one of the largest Palestinian villages before 1948, one of the few that was actually bombed from the air. The village was then surrounded on three sides by Zionist militant groups, leaving the northern route open – and people took it, escaping to Lebanon and Syria. There is now a Moshav called Tzipori that sits on top of the destroyed village, along with 7 other Jewish settlements.
Our tour guide is from Saffourieh, which is to say his family is from Saffourieh, his father an infant in 1948 when his family fled. His dream is to move back and farm the land. Since he can’t, he does small projects, finding village remains and weeding around the cemetery so at least history doesn’t forget the village’s dead. He leaves work early to accommodate the schedules of a group of North American Jews, so he can share his story and show us the land.
And the pictures.
One picture from 1945 of a hill filled with hundreds of houses, a small castle sitting at the top. The castle remains, and the rest of the hill is now a pine forest, as foreign to this land as the American Jews who grew up paying for the trees quarter by quarter in our weekly tzedakah collection at synagogue. The trees a way to cover up any evidence of the thriving community that existed before. “How can the Jews remember 2000 years," asked a nakba survivor who spoke with us, “and expect us to forget 50 or 60?”
“This happened. And it could happen again.”
On a wall in the old city of Hebron, on a street that used to be the market and has been shut down by soldiers and settlers over the years, we find graffiti written in Hebrew, directed towards the Palestinians whose homes and shops are being defiled. “What’s the difference between an Arab and a trampoline?” it asks. And answers: “On a trampoline you jump without shoes.” I saw it last year, and again last week. It has chipped away slightly, but is still readable. From our group comes a question: “Why don’t Palestinians cover this up?” From our tour guide, a response: “If I had my say I’d frame it.” At that the questioner becomes emotional: “In the U.S. if we saw something like that on a wall we would cover it up. Why don’t you cover it up? Why don’t you paint over it and move on?”
Paint over it and move on? Paint over it and move on?! Is it really the responsibility of the oppressed to ignore what is happening to them so that members of the oppressor group can feel fine about themselves as long as they’re not the ones with the paint on their hands? Is it the responsibility of Iraqis to forget the American occupation, of people of color to forget hundreds of years of racism that continue to this day, of women to forget rape, of GLBTQ people to forget hate crimes perpetrated against them?
Sixty years after the Nazi Holocaust, Jews and others from around the world continue to visit the concentration camps and death camps and to study the structures of the Nazi regime. In Hebron, people are being driven out of their homes and jobs TODAY, Palestinian children being stoned as they try to get to their schools TODAY, Jewish stars scrawled across their shops TODAY (coming from Jews, this time; as a show of power, this time), racist graffiti becomes a tangible mark of what is happening TODAY. How could we ever dare to demand that the oppressed forget their oppression even as they are living it?
We remember because we need to, we remember so that when we see these structures emerging, as they have over and over again throughout history and around the world, we can stop the oppression. Must we wait until there are death camps before making any comparisons? Is comparison simply an intellectual exercise, or is it a human tool we can use to stop ourselves from hurting each other?
“This happened. And it could happen again.”
