Dear friends,
Until soon,
Hannah
Hannah's Palestine blog includes her reflections from/about Palestine as she works in solidarity with Palestinian people resisting occupation, colonization, and apartheid. She is a co-founder of Birthright Unplugged and Students Boycott Apartheid, and works in Brooklyn to support the Global Boycott, Divestment, and Sanctions movement.
Dear friends,
Until soon,
Hannah
I left
You may have heard of Nahr el Bared, one of the Palestinian refugee camps in the north of
I think about my association with the word "refugee." It should, by definition and by international law, be temporary. And yet my experience with refugees has been with Palestinian people in
When we arrived in Nahr el Bared itself, it was like a ghost town. A deliberately created ghost town, virtually empty of people and full of shelled and collapsed homes. We stood on a roof near the entrance. To the left was a beautiful snow-covered mountain, to the right the
We walked around the camp, which I dare to call beautiful in many ways. A river runs through the middle, and the camp is on the sea. There is more green than I have ever seen in a refugee camp. My friend described to me how Nahr el Bared is one of the more traditional camps, that many communities find themselves resisting with weapons or giving up altogether, but here the resistance has been in the preservation of culture and traditions, like wedding rituals at the river.
Again, I could blink and imagine the camp as the vibrant community that it was until May. And I could feel a taste of pre-1948 Palestinian life that I have only occasionally felt while walking through the lands of destroyed villages with Nakba survivors themselves.
A small block of temporary UN housing holds a few hundred people. We walked through the area, gathering a small entourage of children as we went. "Where are you from?" a little girl asked one of us. "
At the only public clinic in the camp, we met a man who told us he was the last doctor to leave the camp and the first to return. The clinic is open 24 hours a day, and the staff work as volunteers. They barely have money for medicine.
We began to talk with the doctors, and it turns out one of them is originally from Saffourieh as well. Which is to say that his parents were displaced from Saffourieh in 1948. He has never been. We told him that we had been there, and he began to ask questions: "What does it look like?" "What do the Israelis call it now?" "Do people live there?" We told him what we know. "If only I could go…" he said. When we left, he said he hopes to see us again, next time in his
We walked out of the clinic, trudged through the mud away from the destruction and towards the checkpoint at the entrance of the camp. Refugees are refugees, I thought, people displaced from their communities by force. Whether they have carried this identity for a few months or several decades, whether they have been displaced once or twice or many times over, their right to return is sacred. Whether to Nahr el Bared or to
For more on Nahr el Bared, including photos, visit http://electronicintifada.net/lebanon.
December 10, 2007 (International Human Rights Day)
The End of
I know it sounds crazy. How can I use “optimistic” and “
"The day will come when the two-state solution collapses, and we face a South African-style struggle for equal voting rights. As soon as that happens, the state of
That’s right, the Prime Minister of Israel is currently trying to negotiate a “two-state solution” specifically because he realizes that if he doesn’t, Palestinians might begin to demand, en masse, equal rights to Israelis. Furthermore, he worries, the world might begin to see
"The Jewish organizations, which were our power base in
Perhaps Olmert is giving American Jews too much credit here, but he does expose a basic contradiction in the minds of most American people, Jewish and not: Most of us, at least in theory, support equal rights for all residents of a country. Most of us do NOT support rights given on the basis of ethnicity and religion, especially when the ethnicity/religion being prioritized is one that excludes the vast majority of the country’s indigenous population. We cannot, of course, forget our own history of ethnic cleansing on this continent. But we must not use the existence of past atrocities to justify present ones.
I am optimistic not because I think the process of ethnic cleansing and apartheid in Israel/Palestine is going to end tomorrow, but because I can feel the ideology behind these policies beginning to collapse. For years the true meaning of political Zionism has been as ignored as its effects on Palestinian daily life. And suddenly it is beginning to break open. Olmert’s comments last week are reminiscent of those of early Zionist leaders who talked openly of transfer and ethnic cleansing in order to create an artificial Jewish majority in historic
“We must expel the Arabs and take their places and if we have to use force to guarantee our own right to settle in those places – then we have force at our disposal.” –
So this idea of a “two-state solution” a la Olmert, which I would argue provides neither a “state” nor a “solution” for the Palestinian people, is the new transfer. It is no longer popular in the world to openly discuss expulsion (though there are political parties in Israel that advocate this), but Olmert hopes that by creating a Palestinian “state” on a tiny portion of historic Palestine, he can accomplish the same goal: maintaining an ethno-religious state exclusively for the Jewish people in most of historic Palestine. His plan, as all other plans Israeli leaders have tried to “negotiate,” ignores the basic rights of the two thirds of the Palestinian population who are refugees. They, like all other refugees in the world, have the internationally recognized right to return to their lands and receive compensation for loss and damages. This should not be up for negotiation.
So why am I optimistic? Why do I think Olmert will fail, if not in the short term, at least in the long term? There are many signs.
The first and most important is that Palestinian people are holding on. Sometimes by a thread, but holding on nonetheless. Despite the hope of many in
In Israel, it seems that within the traditional “Zionist left,” Jewish Israelis are beginning to have open conversations about the exclusivity of Zionism as a political ideology, and are questioning it more and more.
In the
So when Olmert warns that we will “face a South African-style struggle for equal voting rights” and that “the state of
Sept 12, 2007
Dear friends,
Both Ramadan and Rosh Hashanah will start this evening. Tomorrow morning the West Bank and
One recent victory can give us hope, or at least a nice celebration. Bil’in, the village that has come to exemplify recent Palestinian nonviolent resistance, won a huge court victory last week. After two and a half years of weekly demonstrations against the wall, the Israeli high court ruled last week that the route of the wall in Bil’in is illegal, and that the purpose of it is not for security but for land annexation. Of course, the same decision legitimized most of the settlement that is built on Bil’in’s land, ruling against only the small part that is being expanded upon right now. Still, it is a huge victory. A practical one for those farmers whose land will be saved, and a symbolic one for the rest of the village and all of
I attended the weekly demonstration after the decision, which was more of a celebration. Instead of chanting and marching, people were singing and dancing. Mustafa Barghouti was sitting on the shoulders of another man, dancing and holding a Palestinian flag. Salam Fayad (the acting Palestinian prime minister) made a brief appearance with his entourage of bodyguards. One larger man was being held up by two other men, dancing around with an Israeli newspaper whose cover was about Bil’in.
The day after the decision I asked a few friends in the north if they had heard. Some had, some hadn’t. One said excitedly, “They deserve it.” Another friend in the south said, “Bil’in and Budrus are the best villages in
In any case, these reactions might be the most exciting part for me. I half expected the cynicism I am so used to around here. When I heard the decision, I myself asked, “Will they really take it down?” And then even if they do, it’s only being moved a little, etc. But the fact that the usually cynical friends I spoke with were truly filled with nothing but respect for the people of Bil’in was heartening, and gave me a glimmer of hope that this might serve as inspiration for others (and, legally, as a precedent). For more on Bil’in (including a lot of great footage and photos): www.bilin-village.org.
My personal victory of the week, resulting in a slightly smaller celebration, was smuggling three friends an hour away to the sea, where they hadn’t been in years (the 18-year-old had never been at all). As soon as we crossed into ’48 (
We arrived in my other friend’s village a few minutes later, one that has been both Hebraized (the name) and Judaized (the population). The mosque, school, and one old house still stand. Other buildings have been destroyed and a new Israeli town/settlement sits there. We passed through the “Do not enter” sign on the fence surrounding the mosque, waded through trash, and climbed to the top. We looked out over the land. “Look at that old woman,” my friend said, watching a woman who was watching us from her porch in the distance. “There she sits happily on her porch, no worries, sitting in front of her house on this beautiful land, no checkpoints…”
We drove slowly through the village so we could stop and pick fruit from old trees as we saw it – pomegranates, pomelos, olives. We left the village and continued to the sea. Every time I drive inside ’48, I look to both sides and wondered how I could have ever come and not known the history. Remains of buildings from 60 years ago get transferred in the Israeli narrative to “Roman ruins” as though the past 2,000 years did not happen.
I see all the open space and say to my friend, “They say there’s no room for refugees to return.”
“Of course there’s room,” he responded. “There’s room for all the Palestinians and all the Jews in the world to be here, living side by side.”
We arrived at the sea, where Palestinians and Jews were swimming side by side. One man started talking to us in Hebrew until he realized my friends were Palestinian and then he switched. This happened several times throughout the day, as Yaffa is largely a Palestinian city (although the Israeli government continues to demolish Palestinian homes there and shift the demographic, though all of the inhabitants have Israeli citizenship).
We swam for hours, ate food, got sunburned, had fun, and then returned to the refugee camp.
Someday my friends will have the choice of whether to return to their refugee camp or not, whether to stay in Yaffa, return to their villages, move abroad, etc. Until then, I will do my best to continue to give them brief glimpses of their land when they ask.
Someday there will be no wall running through
Ramadan karim, shana tova, and happy fall to all,
Hannah