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Wednesday, 24 December 2003
Hebron - Another dull day in fear
Diaries: Live from Palestine
Hebron - Another dull day in fear 
Live from Palestine, 24 December 2003


Hebron, 8 December 2003 -- I am shocked by what I am witnessing in Palestine. No, there wasn't anyone shot, beaten or arrested in the region I visitied during the few days I have been here. I have not heard or seen a tank, helicopter, F-16, nor a raid. Most of the Israeli checkpoints were open.

There have been no suicide bombers. I have not heard anyone shout at anyone, except for Palestinian teenagers yelling at little boys in a refugee camp to stop throwing stones at us. I haven't seen any bulldozers leveling either Palestinian homes or olive trees to makeway for the encroaching separation "Wall of Hate" as Israeli dissidents call it, and I have not been threatened by armed settlers or anyone else. Yes, some Palestinians were killed by the army elsewhere, but I only read about it like you probably did.

It is actually so "uneventful" that journalists in my hotel are retuning home because "nothing interesting is happening", only ordinary daily life.

I am not shocked as a first-time visitor by discovering some hidden truth about Israel and Palestine. Everything I have witnessed here has been described to me before, and most likely to you as well.

I am shocked because witnessing the oppressive reality of simple everyday life under occupation is beyond words and images. What is so frightening is that Israeli domination of Palestinian life is so undramatic. It is a quiet, yet unrelenting Israeli takeover of Palestine, acre by acre, house by house. It is, as Hanna Arndt described: the 'banality of evil'.


Yesterday I visited Hebron in the West Bank. The day remained quiet. Along the West Bank highways besides checkpoints, there were gaggles of young Jewish teenagers from North America with organizations like Birthright Israel, waiting for a ride on their settlement tours.

If stopped at a checkpoint, I am prepared to hide my Jewish identity from the Israeli soldiers, because as a rule, Jews and Israelis who are not settlers are refused entry into Palestinian cities. We Jews apparently have something to hide from each other in the West Bank. Within Israel proper, millions of Palestinians and Jews live peacefully together without soldiers, walls and curfews separating them.

An army roadblock into Hebron detoured our Palestinian mini bus down a treacherous mud road carved out of the side of the mountain. Everyone inside was terrified.

Situated in the centre of Hebron, a major city, is a small extension of the Jewish settlement Qiryat 'Arba that starts in the suburbs. Hebron yesterday was too dull for any media news.

Downtown is an army roadblock and mobile check-point. One year ago, it expanded out three streets. Almost too boring to mention. Inside the roadblock perimeter, Palestinian businesses go bankrupt.


Army lookouts dot the Palestinian neighbourhoods - several are built on the edge of a Palestinian cemetery. They guard the settlement like a gated community, and rescue settlers who get caught outside attacking unsuspecting Palestinians.

'Neo-Nazi' hate graffiti by the Jewish Defense League is spray-painted in English in the cemetery: "Arabs to the Gas Chambers". A Palestinian mother holding her two year old tells us that her 12 year old boy while playing in her garden, was hit on the head with a rock by a settler. He survived. She shows us the "Kill All Arabs" spray-painted on her front door. Her neighbour offers us tea and explains that they don't erase it "because they will just put it on again."

I view the cardboard covering the hole in a little window that soldiers stationed above her house shot out. Another neighbour's outside wall is spray-painted, "Watch out Fatima, we will rape all Arab women". The women live one block away from the Qiryat 'Arba settlement, so it seems clear where the graffiti comes from. But they are just words, right?

It is also the ghostly silence of the once bustling neighbourhood and Hebron Central Market in the Old City - now mostly abandoned because it falls within the settlement/army perimeter. The market, closed by the army two years ago, just re-opened. Actually, maybe a dozen shops are open - hundreds are not.


Intriguing lattice-style shadows paint the market alleyway, and when you look up, you realize that they come from a fence that acts as a net. A net meant to catch rocks - not fish, dropped by the settlers from the apartments above on the Palestinian shoppers and merchants below. But no rocks were dropped when I was there. Believe me, besides exchanging greetings "Saalam", "Saalam Alekem" with passerbyi??s, it was a quiet Sunday.

Shlomi, an Israeli Defense Force volunteer from New Jersey and I kibitzed about him going to school in Boston near where I have family, while he checks my passport beside the settlement. From Shlomi's check-point, I walk up a quite Palestinian street and realize that everyone has moved out, except for one old Palestinian women who looks out from her window on the second floor protected by bars, and says "Salaam" to us. Below, a Star of David is spray-painted on her front door and many other doors. Hebrew signs are pasted over the Palestinian store signs.

We meet Steve from Minneapolis, another IDF volunteer who just a few weeks ago was dancing in the same Minneapolis club that Prince plays in. He doesn't want to be in Hebron "there's nothing here", but this is where his unit is stationed. Steve says that if it wasn't for forced conscription, 2/3rds of the soldiers would never serve. It makes you wonder how seriously Israeli Jews believe in the security the occupation provides if they are being forced to serve.

The soldiers we greet all seem pleasant, bored, as they randomly check the IDs of Palestinians. Inside the settlement, a beautiful Yeshiva (Jewish religious school) is being constructed by Filipino labour. A polite French woman is showing it off to some visitors.

Yes, it was a calm day in Hebron. Pretty dull really.

But we know about when one ethnic group breaks the windows of another, paints hate messages on their doors, closes their shops, restricts their movement, patrols them with armed men, allows the most violent to enter their neighbourhoods for sneak attacks, and expells them.

We have witnessed this before, haven't we? We remember what it means. We know what can happen next.


The marvelous aspect of history is that while predictable, it is not inevitable. We can stop the ethnic cleansing of the Palestinians, and we can prevent fascism and colonialism from defining the new Jewish identity.

We who are Jews must stop hiding. We really must come to Palestine and be a witness. Witness and also feel what Israel and the U.S. is doing in our name. Then we can make an informed decision about if we can also live with this, or not.

And if we cannot, then it is urgent to add our voices and energy in solidarity with our Israeli and Palestinian sisters and brothers who are struggling to live together without fear.


Scott Weinstein is a member of the Montreal based Jewish Alliance Against the Occupation. He is was in Palestine working with the Palestinian Red Crescent as an RN.

Posted by scottmontreal at 12:35 PM EST
Updated: Thursday, 29 May 2008 1:15 PM EDT
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Thursday, 18 December 2003
View from a Palestine Red Crescent ambulance
Topic: Palestine health care

Writing from Occupied Jerusalem, Live from Palestine, 18 December 2003

 Dec. 18 2003, 8:15am -- The Fourth Geneva Convention stipulates that an occupying power must provide for the health and well being of the people under occupation, and not interfere with their medical services or needs.

We start out from the Palestine Red Crescent Society (PRCS) HQ (what the Red Cross is known as in Palestine) in Al Bireh (next to Ramallah) for a pick up and transfer of patients south of the Qalandya Israeli army check point. Our ambulance, donated by the Norwegian Red Cross, is well equipped for most emergencies. The ambulances are clearly recognizable as such.


I am riding with two Emergency Medical Technicians, Emad and Mohamed. They dress in bright red uniforms with large Red Crescent patches and reflective tape.

15 minutes later, we are blocked at the Qalandya checkpoint traffic jam. Even on a good day, the checkpoint creates a multi-directional traffic jam as vehicles and pedestrians dodge each other. Qalandya is next to a section of the electronically monitored separation fence, an Israeli only settler road, and their industrial compound of Atarot.

Many Palestinian cars and trucks are let through without a search, but not the ambulance. Israeli soldiers with rifles enter and make us open up medical kit bags, the side bench seat and the oxygen tank storage door. Emad our ambulance driver speaks Hebrew to the soldiers as the inspection continues, and of course we must show our IDs. Meanwhile, outside, another soldier behind a concrete barrier has his rifle trained on us during the inspection.

Returning back to the A-Ram checkpoint with a mother and her one-year-old boy who has leukemia, we are once again, the only vehicles searched. Emad convinces the soldier, in Hebrew, that the baby must get to his medical appointment, even though this is not strictly speaking an "emergency".

We are allowed to continue back to the Qalandya checkpoint area where another ambulance is waiting for the baby and his mother. Ahmed explains that often, the soldiers do not permit ambulances to pass through the checkpoints.

The calm and professional attitude of the EMTs is impressive. It is an already difficult job. Daily, in order to do the most basic tasks, they have to put up with being stopped and questioned, soldiers aiming rifles at them, their IDs checked, their ambulances searched, and often being refused to cross a check point. As Ahmad, another EMT said, "This is our life. Beginning in the morning with checkpoints, and ending with checkpoints."

We pick up another patient -- an elderly woman suffering from diabetes and cardiac disease. Although, she is going to the Palestinian hospital Al Maqased in Jerusalem, just 15 km away, we have to pass through another checkpoint. Besides the usual search and ID check, the Israeli soldiers want to inspect the woman -- her husband duly lifts her blanket revealing her amputated left lower leg and a urinary catheter.

Our next call is to pick up an elderly man with cardiac disease from Bethlehem. We meet the patient at the Gilo checkpoint about 10km south of Jerusalem waiting in another ambulance. Again, a few cars are casually searched and one truck undergoes a cursory inspection. However, our ambulance is thoroughly searched, plus our IDs. The soldier focuses on me - what am I doing with them? Emad does the talking in Hebrew for me. The irony of a Palestinian translating for two Jews is not lost on me. The soldier tells Emad that he was previously warned that he was allowed to bring only his assistant EMT, not any volunteers like me. Emad replies "No, I never heard that before." The soldier says, "Now you know."

Total time at check point: 1 hour.

On my next run, I ride with Luay and Ahlam in a slightly more modern ambulance donated by the American Red Cross. We return to the Qalandya checkpoint, as there is a car accident just across from it. This time, the Israeli soldiers check no IDs as they look inside the ambulance and then let us through.

Two cars have collided on top of a hill and thankfully the impact wasn't forceful enough to push either over the edge! One driver, still in his seat, is wearing a neck collar placed by an Israeli soldier that protects his cervical spine. With the soldier's help, we move the patient safely to the stretcher, and get him in the ambulance. Another soldier gives me the man's ID. The young man is suffering from pain to his upper back and left shoulder. (If he had been wearing a seat belt, which Israelis and Palestinians are loath to do, he would probably be just sore, not banged up). Ahlam starts an IV on him, we re-secure the neck collar and proceed to take him to the Israeli Hadassah Hospital in Jerusalem.

However, a minute later at the A-Ram check point, we're put on hold: The soldier doesn't want us to pass because the patient is not obviously in critical condition. He checks the patients ID, hands it over to another older soldier. This soldier belongs to Dept. of Coordination, set up to coordinate between the Palestinian Authority and Israel.

Luay explains that the Palestinian accident victim has Israeli residence, adding that if required, we can call the International Red Cross Society to seek authorization for his passage. This seems to convince the soldier. They once again thoroughly search the ambulance before we can continue to Jerusalem.

At the gates of the Hadassah Hospital, we go through checks and inspections by two different security guards. Before leaving the hospital, in order to confirm the inspection, a security guard makes Luay sign a sheet that we were properly inspected.

It's more of the same for the rest of my shifts with the ambulances. Short drives, numerous checkpoints, countless repetitive delays, inspections and questioning. We never leave the West Bank: Palestinian territory illegally occupied by the Israelis.

Dr. Wael, the PRCS Emergency Medical Services General Director explains that the Israeli army justifies these practices based on an incident two years ago, when arms were found in an ambulance. "Western journalists, who investigated the incident at that time, were not convinced; not only because the ambulance had just passed through several checkpoints without being detained, but also because the army had already notified journalists to be present when arms were 'found' when it was stopped and checked again".

The checkpoint searches have the depressing feeling of being routine and normal. The EMT's maintained a calm, professional rapport, and even act friendly towards the soldiers. The soldiers seem bored for the most part, sometimes friendly, but nevertheless, rarely waved us through like they do to most other vehicles. I on the other hand, was simply outraged at this basic violation of human rights and decency.

It is not always safe. Soldiers firing at EMTs have wounded Ahmad twice in the last two years - once when he was exiting the PRCS headquarters. PRCS EMTs Ibrahim Assad and Bassam Bilbasee, and Dr. Khalil Suliman have been shot to death while on the job. PRCS ambulances have been damaged and destroyed by the army firing rifle and tank rounds at them.


Roadblocks

Since the start of the current Intifada, the Israelis have placed over 600 roadblocks throughout the occupied territories: 65 manned; 464 mounds of dirt and rubble; 58 trenches; and 95 concrete barriers. (Data from the UN's Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs).

What is done during an emergency when a bypass road around a roadblock may be a long, slow and treacherously eroded dirt road? The PRCS then will coordinate two ambulances to meet each other on either side of the roadblock.

The night of December 20 in Bethlehem, we were called to pick up a 62 year old man with cardiac and respiratory difficulties at the Hebron/Bethlehem roadblock. We met the other ambulance there, and the young EMTs decided that it would be easiest to simply carry the old man in their arms over the steep mound of mud and concrete rubble to our ambulance.



Later on, we rushed over to the Beit Jalla roadblock to meet another ambulance bringing Kathur Fanoon, a 25 year old women with labour contractions four minutes apart. We placed her on a portable stretcher, and carried her over 30 meters of slippery mud and rubble. An Israeli jeep was there, shining a spotlight on us. I thought they were being kind enough to illuminate our way in the dark, but they left when we got half-way over the mound. She arrived in the Beit Jalla Hospital delivery room before her baby did.


Conclusion

I have been in Palestine during a period considered calm and routine, compared to previous high alert and high security phases. There have been no suicide bombings. After a week of riding inside an ambulance, I have to say that while theoretically, an ambulance has the capacity to transport hidden people or arms - so do cars and trucks. I observed an unmistakable discrepancy in the consistent inspection of ambulances - as opposed to cars and trucks - at numerous checkpoints. This seems to be Israeli policy clearly intended to sabotage the Palestinian's emergency medical services and needs.

 


Posted by scottmontreal at 8:13 PM EST
Updated: Thursday, 29 May 2008 1:15 PM EDT
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