Back in the U.S. of A.

Dear friends,

I promised you another letter so here it is. The paradox, of course, is that I’m only able to sit down and write after having recovered from the initial shock of being back in the US, which probably would have lent itself to deeper reflections. The sunburn on my nose that I got at Huwara checkpoint last week is nearly faded, and I’m finally sleeping through the night and not waking up at 5 in the morning thinking it’s the middle of the day. Palestine is more or less out of my system. The separation – the break – needs to happen or I could go insane. So much, and so little, depends on where on this globe I choose to position myself. And I have that choice. I can fly out of occupation and all my Palestinian friends are left to struggle to live their daily lives. I’m not sure how best to deal with this, and of course the bigger question is not how I’m going to cope but rather how we have created and maintained a world in which such disparity in living exists and is taken for granted… and how we’re going to change that.

So I’m back in the United States, and I’m noticing the grandiosity of things, even down to the nature around us. The trees are so big, I think upon looking around, walking around, driving around. So big, and yet still they seem to be built into the building structures and not the other way around. In Palestine the houses are planted into the land – you can just look around and see people’s connection to the land in the way they build. Here (at least in the suburbs of Philadelphia) everything is compartmentalized. I don’t even know the names of the trees, other than maple and pine. I don’t know what fruit they give, if any. I miss the olive trees, the fig trees, the almond trees of Palestine. Even as they continue to be uprooted and destroyed and stolen, especially as they continue to be uprooted and destroyed and stolen.

It seems Jewish fundamentalism has reached new levels. Not only has the state – through settlers – stolen the land, but now the settlers act violently, and threaten more violence, in an attempt to maintain control over that stolen land. They claim a connection to the land even as they destroy it. Now that I’m back in the US, I can’t report to you about life as I experience or witness it in the West Bank, a life that is being totally ignored as any media in the area focuses exclusively on the Gaza disengagement plan. But I can relay news I’ve read in the past days. Today a settler who is active in the Kach movement (a Jewish terrorist group that is outlawed even in Israel, although the government continues to fund their settlements in the West Bank) opened fire on a busload of Palestinian citizens of Israel in the Druze village of Shfaram (inside Israel). He killed four, including the bus driver, before being killed himself. I read the story on the Ha’aretz website, as well as dozens of comments calling for the Jewish terrorist’s home to be demolished, or for curfew to be instated in his settlement of Tapuach, or any number of other collective punishment measures. These suggestions, of course, are made tongue-in-cheek. In actuality he will simply be considered a crazy person, like Baruch Goldstein was – an outsider, not representative of Jews or Israelis.

Yesterday an article reported that a significant number of teenage boys from Gaza settlements have threatened to drown themselves in the sea as a mass suicide if the disengagement plan goes forward. An act wrought with symbolism, of course, and maybe a lesson for Jews: It’s not the Palestinians who are going to throw us into the sea; we’re doing it ourselves. When I started my Palestine work a couple years ago, this was perhaps what compelled me most: I saw that we were “throwing ourselves into the sea” – basically, the soul of the Jewish people was at stake. While I still believe that is true, I no longer prioritize the soul of the oppressor over the physical existence of the oppressed. They are linked, of course. My work hopefully benefits both. But now when I think about my work I think about my Palestinian friends, their lives, their loved ones lost to death and prison, their land lost to settlements and the Wall. This is human existence we’re talking about, nothing more and nothing less.

And so I continue, and try to come up with new and better ways to change the ever-worsening situation in Palestine. I’m trying to figure out how to be most effective, especially on this side of the ocean. I’ll plug into economic-based campaigns like BootCAT (trying to get Caterpillar to stop manufacturing bulldozers for the Israeli army) and the divestment campaign. I’ll try to arrange for speaking tours for Palestinians and Israelis. And I’ll continue to speak and show pictures myself. If you’re interested in hosting me or hosting other speakers this Fall, please drop me a line. I’ll be away most of August and back in September, hopefully in the Boston area through December, but happy to travel elsewhere as well.

So be in touch.

Love Hannah