Expanding Settlements Invade Palestinian Lands

by Patrick Connors
Originally published by CommonDreams.org

At the White House last Tuesday, Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon again pledged to remove West Bank settlement outposts. But despite similar promises, and televised images of Israeli soldiers wrestling with Jewish settlers to dismantle outposts, settlements continue to expand, threatening peace efforts. According to the Israeli nonprofit Peace Now, since the Bush administration’s “road map” to peace was launched, twenty two outposts have been dismantled, but an equal number of new ones built. And just after his White House visit, Sharon’s government announced plans to build new settlement housing in Gaza.

Sadly, this is not surprising. Last fall, I volunteered with the International Solidarity Movement, helping Palestinian farmers harvest olives on land that has been theirs for generations. Too often, I saw how extremist settlers, with tacit Israeli government support, are rapidly taking over the West Bank. A battle is being fought in the West Bank for every tree and hill, and Palestinian farmers are losing badly. The creation, expansion and defense of the settlements involves massive daily violence that touches virtually every Palestinian life.

Foreign volunteers accompany Palestinians because armed settlers often attack Palestinians to drive them from their own land. Settlers destroy olive trees and construct fences and buildings. Deeds showing Palestinian land ownership don’t stop the settlers.

In one West Bank valley where we worked, the olive groves are encircled by fortified hilltop settlement complexes. Alone atop one hill sits the castle-like home of settler Moshe Zar, a close friend of Ariel Sharon. In the New York Times Samantha Shapiro called Zar a “Wild West-style vigilante mayor.” Nearby real estate billboards liken the settlers to “pioneers,” while Palestinians compare themselves to our persecuted Native Americans.

When we arrived below an outpost of trailer homes near Zar’s home, one Palestinian landowner named Youssef discovered that Israeli settlers had picked or destroyed many of his olive trees. At first, Israeli soldiers watched from the outpost, letting us work. Then Zar’s wife arrived, and summoned the Israeli police. Without explanation, the police said we must all leave or face arrest. We left, and Youssef’s only solace was that our presence enabled him to reach his land for the first time in two years.

Days later, the village decided to harvest another hillside below Zar’s house. Zar is fighting in court for ownership of these groves, claiming Palestinians sold them. The Palestinians deny this, but fear biased Israeli courts may doom their cause.

After we began work there, Israeli military officials arrived at Zar’s home, and we heard Zar yelling. Then Israeli police arrived and again told us to leave, saying the land ownership was disputed. They seized bags of olives and the Palestinians’ IDs.

As the police drove off, we saw 40 young Israeli men marching toward us, led by two older men with semiautomatics. Another confrontation between settlers and Palestinians seemed imminent. But a sudden downpour and dangerous lightning struck as the settlers reached us, forcing everyone to flee for shelter.

According to the Israeli human-rights group B’Tselem, settlers control 41 percent of the West Bank. There are about 150 settlements and 60 outposts in the occupied territories. All are illegal under international law. Many settlements started as “outposts” of a few trailer homes.

Most settlers move to settlements to benefit from substantial Israeli government subsidies on housing and services. However, Americans for Peace Now, found that 20 percent of settlers moved to the West Bank for religious reasons. They believe the West Bank was divinely mandated to Jews. Though a minority, these extremist settlers dictate realities on the ground, with active or passive government support.

The Israeli daily Yediot Ahronot found that 78 percent of Israelis favor “dismantling the vast majority of settlements” as part of a peace agreement. Yet the settlements have grown rapidly under past Labor governments, and more recently under right-wing Likud Prime Minister Ariel Sharon, a leading settlement proponent. In fact, since the Oslo Peace Process began in 1993, the settler population has doubled to 400,000.

The settlements are also at the heart of the conflict around the construction of Israel’s Wall. The Wall’s controversial path within the West Bank was drawn to surround and annex to Israel maximum amounts of settlements and Palestinian land.

Seeing no brake on settlement expansion, Palestinians wonder why they alone must meet their road map obligations. The majority of Israelis seem to recognize Israel’s obligation to leave the settlements. We must strongly urge Israel to stop extremist settlers and their supporters from hijacking peace in the Middle East.

Patrick Connors spent three months in the West Bank with the International Solidarity Movement helping Palestinian farmers to access their land. Previously, he managed international humanitarian aid programs for twelve years, including three years in the Gaza Strip.

United by Hatred of Oppression

by Johann Hari
Originally published by the Seattle Post-Intelligencer

In the hills of Palestine, next to a village called Anin, three groups of people stood one recent afternoon amid clouds of tear gas and the boom of bullets to yell at each other. I was standing on one side of Israel’s new “security fence” with the largest group, a band of 100 Palestinian villagers and 80 members of the International Solidarity Movement (ISM), the organization that brings committed internationalists from across the world to support non-violent Palestinian resistance. On the other side were Israeli protesters, disgusted by their own government’s inhumanity; and in between us stood a group of teenage soldiers fighting an old man’s war they barely seemed to understand.

Their job was to guard the wall that is being built deep into the West Bank, splitting Palestinian land in two, dividing farmers from their fields, chopping families in half. Even the ultra-pro-Israeli George W. Bush, as he shared canapes with Ariel Sharon in Washington, D.C., last week, has condemned the building program as a terrible mistake.

The ISM and Palestinians came to these hills to symbolically destroy a patch of this immoral barrier. Two ISM negotiators began the protest by telling the troops what they were here to do — and with that, the destruction of one patch of this steel construct, which is three times the height of the Berlin Wall, began. Within seconds, five people had been shot with rubber bullets, including two of my friends; and then there was a descent into an angry, chaotic mess.

One person glided through the spluttering and bleeding that followed with an infectious sense of total calm. Her name is Huwaida Arraf, a 27-year-old Palestinian America who, with her Jewish husband Adam Shapiro, founded the ISM 2 1/2 years ago. As I saw her talk calmly and firmly to an Israeli soldier, asking for an explanation, I thought of the film “Apocalypse Now.” There is a character in the movie about Vietnam called Wild Bill who is described as “one of those guys that had that weird light around him. You just knew he wasn’t gonna get so much as a scratch out here.”

Huwaida has that weird light. Most Palestinians resist the occupation in their minds but not with their flesh: They still flinch when an Israeli gun is turned on them, they still retreat when a soldier howls that they should. Huwaida walks toward gunfire with an air of tranquil certainty that she belongs here and the soldiers, with their fences and guns and tanks, do not.

Over coffee the day before the protest, she explained to me how she does it: “I am stronger than some soldier turning his tank barrel at me. When I stand in front of him, unarmed and in peace as I walk around my own city, I know that he is the weak one. Non-violence is much more threatening to the occupation because it shows we are morally strong.” She continues, “You know, at a demonstration against the closure of the Bir Zeit University on the West Bank, we marched in protest, and they opened machine gun fire on us. We stayed standing. When the dust cleared, we carried on marching forward with the students who just wanted to go to school. We chose not be frightened of an occupier who chooses massive and disproportionate violence.”

The ISM is to our day what the International Brigade was to the Spanish Civil War. Left-wingers from countless countries have gathered here with nothing to unite them but their hatred of oppression; the ghost of George Orwell is no doubt smiling on them.

The ISM’s actions are mostly solid and practical: For example, they march Palestinian children to school during Israeli-imposed curfews because, as one ISMer explained, “Nobody can justify sealing children in their homes for months on end and denying them an education. Nobody.” Sometimes, they reach for the symbolic: The week before last, they painted the words “Return To Sender” on an Israeli tank.

Already, the movement has generated myths and folk heroes. I visited Rafah, the Gaza Strip town where an Israeli bulldozer killed 26-year-old American Rachel Corrie of Washington state as she tried to protect the house of an innocent Palestinian doctor. The town looks like it has been hit by a vast bomb. Rubble and the possessions of newly homeless families are strewn like rubbish across the streets. The patch of dirt and earth where Rachel died is now a site of near-pilgrimage, and hers was only the first of three ISM deaths so far this year.

Yet despite all this danger, there are now nearly 200 ISMers in Palestine who could just as easily be lolling on a beach in Ibiza and more are expected throughout August.

Predictably, the Israel defense establishment has tried to bulldoze the ISM’s reputation. They have claimed that the group is not “in favor of human rights, as they claim” but “pro-Palestinian” — a fatuous distinction.

They have even tried to link the ISM to Palestinian terrorism with a series of silly charges that crumble on the slightest analysis. A claim circulated by The Associated Press (and reported gleefully in U.S. right-wing circles) that Kalashnikovs had been found in an ISM office was completely retracted by AP and even the Israeli army itself when it emerged that it was totally false. Two British suicide bombers did, it is true, meet some ISM representatives in Gaza earlier this year, as anybody can; but nobody has suggested that the ISM knew their purposes or that they offered them more than a cup of tea. That is the sum of the Israeli government’s rather pathetic charges against the ISM.

Before I joined the group in Anin, I braced myself for the possibility that many of the ISM members, understandably disgusted by the occupation, would question Israel’s right to exist alongside a Palestinian state at all — a political stance I am very uncomfortable with. My fears were totally unfounded. A few ISMers I met believed in a binational solution — one big state of both Israel and Palestine — but most of the people I spoke to argued strongly for a two-state solution.

There are people who want to destroy Israel and push the Jews into the sea, and we must never underestimate the danger they pose; but the ISM is definitely not on their side. When one lone protester in Anin tried to chant, “Bush, Sharon, you should know/ We are all the PLO,” he was universally shot contemptuous looks and told to shut up. If this conflict were the other way round and the Palestinians were oppressing the Israelis and denying their right to national self-determination, I have no doubt that most of the current ISMers would come to protect the Jews. If only the Jewish people had had such friends for the past two millennia, there would be an awful lot more of them alive today.

As the shouting died down and the sting of tear-gas died away, a Palestinian man named Mohammed Aktar turned to me and shook my hand so hard I feared it would snap. “Thank you for coming,” he cried. “We used to think that nobody cared and we were alone in this fight. We thought the world had forgotten us. Now we know that there are people everywhere who think we matter, who know we are human beings and not animals. Now we know that this occupation must one day end.”

Johann Hari writes for The Independent of Great Britain

Haaretz: Five ISM activists hurt by IDF troops in fence protest

By Arnon Regular

Five peace activists were lightly injured yesterday in clashes with the Israel Defense Forces.

The activists, members of the International Solidarity Movement (ISM), were demonstrating with hundreds of Palestinians from Kafr Anin and dozens of Israelis in the north of Samaria against the construction of the separation fence.

The demonstrators approached the fence from the Palestinian side, by a gate intended to enable the villagers of Anin reach their lands, which were left on the Israeli side of the fence. But the gate remained blocked. The protesters began cutting the barbed wire with fence cutters.

With this, the Border Patrol, police and IDF troops, who were waiting for the demonstrators, opened fire at them with rubber bullets and tear gas.

Five ISM activists were injured, receiving rubber bullets in their arms and legs. One was evacuated by the Palestinians to the Jenin hospital after a bullet had punctured his thigh.

Palestinian animosity to the fence has been gathering momentum in the past few days following U.S. President George Bush’s criticism of its construction. Palestinian Authority Chairman Yasser Arafat yesterday slammed the fence, saying “building the fence, like Israel’s talk of removing blockades and the IDF’s withdrawal from Palestinian areas, are merely reports Sharon planted before his meeting with Bush.”

The 140-kilometer separation fence now under construction by the Defense Ministry, directly affects some 12,000 Palestinians in 15 villages. It cuts them off from their lands, their water sources, their schools and social services. In addition, the fence “annexes” some 100,000 Palestinians to Israel, trapping them between the fence and the Green Line.

Communique from Tobias in jail

Hi all.

So we´re down to 3. Me, Tarek and Fredrik here in cell #4. We are all in good spirits as we make an attempt to fight this injust deportation in the Supreme Court. As of now, we have no idea when our hearing is going to be. The word is anything from tomorrow (Sunday), until 3 weeks. Whatever happens, we stand firm in our conviction that we must fight this to as far an extent as we can take it. Our chances are slim but I hope with all my heart that I will soon be out there working again together with you, all my loved friends in Jenin and the ISM.

Love and Rage
Tobias

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Read about Tarek’s beating by prison guards here.

Letter from an Israeli Jail

The following was scribbled on a piece of paper by Tarek and passed to Huwaida via a lawyer during court proceedings for the deportation of 8 international peace activists on July 17, 2003. The hunger protest referred to was begun on the evening on July 15.

I had forgotten what love was. My world was one of anger, rage and hate. As the 5 or 6 police officers each took a turn hitting me, all I cold think of was hate. There could be nothing else. All of this started when Captain Ya’kov (Yoki) Golan came into our room and asked if we were on hunger strike. “We’re not eating,” we replied. A few police thugs swarmed the room and started to take anything. Capt. Ya’kov started to talk about how we were nothing, to which I replied, “shut the hell up and don’t you dare talk to us like that. You can’t break me. You can’t break any of us.” “I’m not just going to break you; I’m going to destroy you.” We all laughed.

We were strip searched 3 times in the next hour and then they came for me.

“Where are you taking him?” The other seven protested on my behalf. They cared more about me than I did. I came to terms with the fact that I was going into solitary, and finally approached the police. “I’m ready.” I declared melodramatically. That’s when the first hand came. They grabbed my shirt and pulled me to the ground in front of the cell. I did nothing. Even if I wanted to, I had lost track of all my appendages. All I knew was that they were all limp. The hitting started, and I filled the halls with screams of pain.

As I was up against the wall, with one man stomping on my leg, another bending my arm and another two or three pulling and hitting elsewhere, I caught a glimpse of the faces and entered that other world.

I can’t do anything now. The guards who were involved all smile when they pass our cell. And all of this over the only act of resistance we can do: going hungry. One thing hasn’t changed though: none of us will be broken.

Tarek

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Read Tobius’ note from jail here.