July 15, 2016, +972 Magazine http://972mag.com (Israel)
By Dahlia Scheindlin*
As soldiers and settlers look on, dozens of foreign Jews
join Palestinians in the segregated city of Hebron try ‘to make the
unbearable a little more bearable.’ Police detain six Israelis among the
group, prevent others from even joining.
Foto: Activists
with the Center for Jewish Non-Violence
clear brush from the yard of the
would-be cinema as
Israeli soldiers and settlers look on, Hebron, July 15,
2016. (Wisam Hashlamoun/FLASH90)
The streets in
the Israel-controlled section of Hebron were sunny and silent at 9 a.m. on
Friday. The Palestinian shops on the main streets were all shut, as most of them have been for over 20
years. Jews were home preparing for Shabbat.
On a sloping
street rising through the Tel Rumeida neighborhood where, in April, a
Palestinian stabber was wounded, then executed, there is a small commotion. A scattered
group of Israeli soldiers, blue-uniformed police, and a few local Israeli
settlers are hovering around a battered fence, peering inside as if
looking
into a cage at a zoo.
Inside there
is a group of a few dozen diaspora Jews, many of them American, and a few
Israelis. They are singing songs and their shirts say, “Occupation is not our
Judaism!” In between protest songs from the 1960s civil rights struggles in the
U.S., they chant: “Diaspora Jew say: ‘dai l’kibush!’” [end the occupation], and in accented
Hebrew, a chant that translates as: “You have no shame! There’s nothing holy
about an occupied city!” Occasionally they sing traditional Jewish melodies,
such as the anti-war “lo yisah goy
el goy herev” and “hineh ma tov u’ma naim.”
But their main
activity is cleaning. The fenced-in plot of land where they are working
contains a few dilapidated structures, filled mostly with trash – twisted metal
objects, rocks, rusted barrels and ancient piles of natural detritus. With
their bright blue shirts and long yellow rakes, the activists project cheer as
they rake, shovel, and pass heavy debris along a line of activists.
The group,
called “Center for Jewish Non-Violence,” (CJNV) was invited by Youth Against
Settlements, a Hebron-based Palestinian organization to help establish a movie
theater in Palestinian Hebron, because the city doesn’t have one. “We want to
make the unbearable a little more bearable,” said one of the Jewish
participants, who asked not to be named due to professional sensitivities. “We
will work until we can’t work anymore.” Their intention, she says, is to work
until the day is done, or until they are stopped.
The CJNV group
has been in the Palestinian territories for a week of activities,
helped planned with another activist group, All That’s Left, doing other direct actions along with Palestinian partners in the South
Hebron Hills villages of Umm el-Kheir and Susya.
Enrico is a
27-year-old Italian Jew who studied conflict resolution at Tel Aviv University.
He now works with refugees and asylum seekers in Italy. “I’m a Jew, so I feel
responsible,” he says. “I care about Israel – I’m not religious but I think
it’s important for all Jews to care about Israel and Judaism. And the status
quo is unbearable.”
The settlers
outside the fence continue to gaze in. They are children. Some call out that it
is all their land. Others are trying to figure out what exactly they are
watching. Pieces of information filter through and one girl says, “Wait,
they’re Jews?” “Yes,” says her friend. “Don’t you know the craziest ones are our
own?”
A boy of about
12 with long, brushed, wavy sidelocks is tossing angry comments at a
Palestinian participant through the broken wires. “Go ahead, shovel the
stuff!” Then he tells him, “You’re fired! You work for me.”
When he
realizes I speak Hebrew, he says: “there’s some shit on the ground you’re
standing on, go and pick it up.” The Palestinian is nonplussed. I roll my eyes
and talk instead to a small group of settler girls, also in their early teens,
watching in a huddle.
One asks,
“what are they singing?” I explain that they are songs white and black people
in the U.S. sang when they struggled together for blacks who were being
oppressed. Her eyes widen as she listens. Encouraged, I add that many Jews
joined the struggle of rights for black Americans, rabbis too. Her eyes widen
again. “So this is like the black and the white people from back then?”
Abed el-Rahman
is a 23-year-old activist with Youth Against Settlements who lives on Shuhada Street. He explains that we are on a private plot
belonging to the Abu Aishe family. Indeed, when the Israeli police tell the
activists they are trespassers, members of the owners’ family convince them
that the land is theirs and they approve the action.
But Israeli
forces obstructed the effort in other ways: police lying in wait at a major
checkpoint just outside of Jerusalem turned around an entire busload of Israeli
activists who were on
their way to join the action.
Abed is an
English teacher. He explains that effort is a matter of peaceful protest, one
that may generate a measure of pride. “There’s garbage here. We want to clear
it out and make it clean! We want a cinema. It’s peaceful. We’re not violating
anyone’s rights.”
As if to prove
his point about the garbage, a giant rat scrambles out from what must have been
a long-undisturbed home. It plows through the line of workers, who jump back,
and brushes against this fearless reporter’s ankle amidst gasps before
disappearing.
Among the
Americans is journalist and author Peter Beinart. He acknowledges that he is more accustomed
to reading and writing than to participating in actions like this, but is
curious to see where it might lead him. A good portion of the young American
Jews come from relatively traditional religious backgrounds, he observes,
signifying some sort of generational gap. “It makes it harder to write them
off,” he says. And the combination of a traditional Jewish background with
anti-occupation values represents an identity in which he feels personally
comfortable, he explains.
Not all are so
comfortable. Another young woman is an undergraduate student back home, where
she is active in fighting mass incarceration and institutional racism, in
addition to Jewish activism against occupation. She wanted “to put my money
where my mouth is” by joining the Palestinians here, but she too asked to not
be identified. Her family is religiously traditional, and they are not
supportive of what she is doing here. She doesn’t want to talk more about them.
“I want to respect their privacy.”
The
self-sustaining cheer of the songs and the aura of justice in the participants’
eyes recalls an odd parallel of ideological fact-making from another era: the
legendary Passover seder held at the Park Hotel in Hebron in 1968, just after
the West Bank was captured. After the seder was over, the national religious
Jews who had organized it refused to leave. It became a spiritual touchstone
moment for the birth of the sprawling settlement enterprise. Perhaps this
action is a bookend to 1968, the beginning of popular Jewish and Palestinian
resistance to unchecked takeover of the land. But it is unlikely
that creating “facts on the ground” can work for the Left as it
has for the settlers.
The
anti-occupation activists today talk of establishing a cinema; few if any
actually believe that will happen. They had participated in non-violent
activism training a few days earlier and had elaborate plans in the event of
arrest, an eventuality many of the foreigners and Israelis alike embraced. As
if on cue, by around 11 a.m., Israeli authorities ordered the group to leave.
Moriel Rothman-Zecher, an Israeli-American activist, informed the officers that
the group would not comply.
activists then
sat down on the ground – in neat rows, almost as if in a theater – linked arms,
and sang.
An Israeli
police commander entered the lot with some soldiers and a few riot police in
tow, and indeed announced that the area was, starting now, a closed military
zone. The activists had three minutes to leave – “and if not, we will help you
to leave, including with force,” he said, in English. The activists did not
move. The riot police leaned in and helped each person stumble up, walking the
first row out.
Six activists
with Israeli ID cards were detained and taken to the police station in Givat
Avot (“Hill of the Patriarchs”), a one-street settlement neighborhood with an
army post and a gate at the entrance, near Kiryat Arba. The rest of the group
presumed that only the Israelis had been arrested because police wished to
avoid the unsavory image of Israeli authorities arresting diaspora Jews.
They decided to march in the now-burning sun from Hebron, down segregated Shuhada
Street, to the police station about 20 minutes away, uphill.
On one stubbly
brush path, soldiers blocked them. A 27-year-old activist, a newly-minted PhD
in philosophy, insisted that they wished to reach their detained friends, and
demanded to be addressed in English. “It’s not a dialogue,” one soldier
responded. “You do not pass.” She asked to see the military order that gave him
the authority to block them. He radioed to a base somewhere. “I need the
order,” he said in Hebrew. “Just photograph it and send it.” Another soldier
muttered to the other: “Wow, they’re stubborn.”
After seven
hours, police released the six activists on the condition that they not return
to Hebron for 15 days.
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*Dahlia Scheindlin is a
leading international public opinion analyst and strategic consultant based in
Tel Aviv, specializing in progressive causes, political and social campaigns in
over a dozen countries, including new/transitional democracies and
peace/conflict research in Israel, with expertise in Eastern Europe and the
Balkans. In Israel, she works for a wide range of local and international organizations
dealing with Israeli-Palestinian conflict issues, peacemaking, democracy,
religious identity and internal social issues in Israeli society. Dahlia
holds a PhD in political science from Tel Aviv University.
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