Voices in the Wilderness

By Jeff Guntzel

We left for Ramallah yesterday morning. In order to enter the city, our little group had to avoid the Israeli checkpoint by walking (and sometimes running) through the brush just south of the checkpoint. Once we were safely inside the military zone, a taxi driver with whom we had made advance arrangements drove us about a mile into Ramallah and stopped. He would not go any further for fear of Israeli snipers who were situated in many of the city’s tall buildings. A Red Crescent ambulance driver offered to take us to the Sheik Zayed hospital where we had arranged to meet two organizers with the International Solidarity Movement (ISM), Huwaida Arraf and her fiancé, Adam Shapiro. We had heard that tanks and troops surrounding the hospital might block our passage.

Those of you who have been following the news carefully might remember the Sheik Zayed hospital as the site of a mass grave dug, several days earlier, in the parking lot as a temporary burial ground for 29 Palestinians, including one American citizen. The morgue at the hospital was full, and there was nowhere else to put the bodies. Coming down a steep hill about three miles from the hospital, we spotted a tank and an armored personnel carrier (APC). These days, in Ramallah, the only vehicles on the streets are tanks, APCs, and ambulances (I guess you could also count the mangled cars peppering the roadside that tanks had rolled over during the invasion). Suddenly a soldier appeared. He crouched on one knee, aimed his M-16 directly at us, and fixed his eye to his gun’s sight. We stopped. The driver began slowly backing up the hill and several more soldiers appeared some of them taking aim and some motioning us to come closer. We all held our passports up to let them know there were internationals in the car.

Israeli troops had been harassing, arresting, and even shooting ambulance drivers since the start of the invasion. We had no idea what to expect. When we got to the soldiers at the bottom of the hill we stopped again. Eight M-16s and a tank were aimed at us. The soldier directly to my right looked tired and scared. That scared me. Our driver was ordered out of the car and asked a few questions in Arabic. Then we were ordered out, with all of our bags. We laid our bags out on the ground and opened them. After a not-so-thorough search several soldiers asked us a few questions while others encircled us. The soldier who at first struck me as tired and scared now just looked cautiously curious.

“Why are you here?” he asked, not quite meeting our eyes.

“We came to bring medicine and food to people under curfew,” said one member of our group.

“Don’t you know there are terrorists here, it is dangerous,” he replied, “do you think you can bring peace?”

“We don’t know,” we said, almost in unison.

Then Kathy, my roommate and co-worker, stepped in, “We are here because we know that our government pays for much of what is going on here and we feel a responsibility to intervene nonviolently in this terrible situation.”

“We did not ask for this, it is the Palestinian leadership, bad leaders, they are responsible for this,” replied the soldier.

“But over half of the people here are children,” Kathy said, “and children can’t be bad leaders, they can only be children!”

“I know there are children here,” he replied solemnly, looking off into the distance, “but there are also terrorists. You cannot drive to the hospital,” said the soldier.

“Then we will walk,” replied Greg, another member of our group, who then began walking towards the tank and APC that partially blocked our path.

“Stop! You cannot walk either,” demanded the soldier, who then paused and looked around. Directly in front of us was a soldier on one knee, holding each of us briefly in his cross-hairs, one person at a time.

“Don’t you understand that you make the terrorists happy when you come here to help them?” the soldier continued.

“We are here to help the innocent people in Ramallah who are being terrorized and killed every day,” replied Kathy.

“We do not kill innocent people.”

“We read Ha’aretz [an Israeli paper, printed in Hebrew and English] every day and we know innocent people are being killed,” Kathy said.

“Do you think I like this?” the soldier demanded, “I don’t want to be here.”

At that moment there was an enormous explosion and sustained machine gun fire. It was coming from directly behind us, and it was really loud. Two members of our group stepped away to smoke, and the others drifted back towards the ambulance. Kathy and I remained with the soldier.

“Do you know what Arafat wants, he wants murder, why do you want to help a murderer,” he asked.

“Maybe there is another way to look at our presence here,” I replied, “We are here operating beneath the level of the leaders who we believe do not want real peace. I think you and I have more in common than you have with Sharon, or than I have with Arafat, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, I agree.”

“So let us go to the hospital,” Kathy responded.

Silence. Then the soldier spoke again, “You know, it is not just the Palestinians who are suffering.”

“We want a just peace for both sides,” we responded, “We want an end to *all* of the violence.”

“It is too late,” insisted the soldier, “there can be no peace now.”

“It is difficult to see a way out, but…”

“Why don’t you work on behalf of the Jews, why can’t you be objective?”

At that moment, another soldier came up to us and began speaking in Hebrew. Then, suddenly, we were told we could get back into the ambulance and push ahead towards the hospital.

The hospital is actually two buildings separated by a road. It was in that road, just yards from the hospital, that an elderly woman with a walker was shot dead by an Israeli sniper just weeks ago. In the parking lot we saw the mass grave we had all read about. It was empty; the killing was less frequent 11 days into the siege, giving hospital workers the window they needed to dispose of the bodies properly.

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For our second day in Ramallah, we agreed to divide our efforts. Some of us could accompany ambulances making house calls while the rest would defy the curfew by walking to the office of the Union of Palestinian Medical Relief Committees (UPMRC) to assist in deliveries of food and medicine to families. We had walked about one block when we spotted an Armored Personnel Carrier (APC) at the intersection three blocks ahead of us. On top of the APC were a mounted machine gun and a soldier; another soldier, bearing an M-16, crouched in front of the APC. Both were aiming at us. We stopped. A soldier yelled something. Adam yelled out, “I’m sorry I can’t hear you.” One of the soldiers fired. “I hear your bullets,” Adam replied, “We’re going to deliver food, we are all foreigners.” We waited. There were shots in the distance. The soldiers ahead of us seemed to be engaged in some sort of operation that drew them out of the APC. They were moving around. We were a distraction. We began walking very slowly, then stopped, and again called out our intent to deliver food. Adam asked to speak to the commander, with whom he has spoken before. Then he asked for some signal that we could pass. Nothing. We resumed our slow march, white flag held high. We heard a dynamite explosion nearby. The soldiers were blowing their way into a building. We stopped again and Adam continued, “Soldiers, we wish to proceed, may we approach to speak to you?”. After a long silence we decided to turn back and try again later. We worried that the soldiers would do something stupid to deal with their “distraction.” Turning around, we walked back slowly, in the direction of yesterday’s snipers.

While we were engaged in our sort-of-stand-off, Alexandra had ducked into a refugee camp and returned with a heart medicine prescription for a middle-aged woman who couldn’t reach the hospital to fill it because of the snipers and the soldiers. The hospital was one block away. We returned to the hospital, got the heart medication, and decided to head back to the refugee camp, which was just in view of our friends with the APC. We began again, white flag waiving, and arrived at the entrance to the camp (really indistinguishable from the rest of the neighborhood) and were pleased to see that the soldiers had moved on. We decided to again attempt making our way to the UPMRC offices. Just as we were getting ready to walk on, a man approached us to ask if we could get an ambulance to take his feverish son to the hospital. We decided to escort the boy to the hospital since it was so close.While we were regrouping in the parking lot, two ambulances sped into the driveway. Inside one was the body of 28 year old Manel Sami Ibrahim, who was standing near her window when an Israeli sniper shot her through the heart. Her husband and three children were in the apartment.

“This,” as one Palestinian relief worker said to me, “is the occupation.”

We started off again for the UPMRC offices. I felt a small sense of victory as we passed the location of the soldiers we had confronted just an hour earlier. We turned left and headed up a hill. The streets of Ramallah were empty and ruined. Bullet casings of all varieties littered the streets. The Israelis had shot up banks, internet cafes, bars, clothing stores, medical relief offices, civil service organizations, and homes. Tanks had bulldozed power lines, dumpsters, and street signs. But the houses were full. Every once in awhile, somebody would lean out of an upper window to say hello or just look at us, wondering. A woman from Los Angeles came down for a quick visit. A man planting a tree in his garden showed us the bullet casings he had collected around his yard. It was surreal.

Occasionally, an APC would rumble by us on a nearby street, but we didn’t encounter any soldiers until the very end of our walk. It was right out of a war movie. Two young men in fatigues with a lazy grip on their M-16s. Clearly bored out of their minds and blasting Bob Marley’s “I Shot the Sheriff,” They made us open our bags and barely even looked into them. Soon we were on our way.

At the UPRMC offices, workers took us on a tour of the damaged building. Two family apartments were heavily hit with damage to the ceilings, walls and floors, which were covered with debris and broken glass. The clinic’s reception room and examining room were similarly damaged, but had also been ransacked. A ruined copy machine had crashed to the floor. All of the patient files had been stolen. And every window was shattered. After seeing the damage, I was assigned to an ambulance and given a UPMRC/Red Crescent vest to identify me as a medical relief worker. Alexandra and I accompanied a doctor and two UPMRC volunteers on food and medicine deliveries to various homes that had requested help. The trip through Ramallah neighborhoods was successful and without incident.

Returning to the Sheik Zayed Hospital, we learned that IDF soldiers had shot Arduf Mussa Khandil, a 23 year-old mentally retarded man whom we had seen on the hospital grounds just hours earlier. Apparently he had wandered out into a street behind the hospital. Witnesses saw 11 Israeli soldiers chasing him. They speculated that the young man ran because he was scared when he saw armed soldiers. He was unarmed. They shot him dead.

Scott, a member of our group, visited the morgue to confirm the details of the day’s deaths. A third body was delivered to the morgue while we were out. It was the body of Mahmoud Farid Bawatma, who had been dead 7-15 days, his body only recently discovered. He was shot, but the details of his death are unclear except that the bullet had entered through his buttocks and exited through his head. The morgue was full again and the doctors were talking about a second mass grave. As we were leaving the hospital to attempt a return to Jerusalem, two APCs rolled up the street and parked at the intersection nearest the hospital. It was the same army unit that had stopped us on our way in. Now they were telling us we couldn’t leave. After five minutes of talking and ten minutes of waiting while they struck war poses, we were allowed to leave.

Now I am back in Jerusalem, working on getting to Jenin with Kathy and several others. They say there has been a massacre there.

Witness To The Israeli Military – Is Adam Shapiro A Traitor?

by Laura Flanders
Originally published by TomPaine.com

For days they’ve been calling one of my fellow New Yorkers “traitor.” For city dwellers who’ve been encouraged to feel pretty darn protective of one another, such dangerous talk comes as a shock.

It began when Adam Shapiro from Brooklyn talked to the international media from inside Yasser Arafat’s compound Easter weekend. Shapiro, 30, is one of the founders of International Solidarity Movement a volunteer group that has helped to bring nonviolent activists from the world beyond into besieged Palestinian communities. After living in Ramallah for months, he entered Arafat’s office accompanying a doctor in an ambulance, later telling The New York Times that he’d had breakfast on Saturday with Arafat.

The Israeli shooting was relentless, electricity was cut and food and water were running out, he reported. Live on CNN, he described the Israeli raids on Palestinian communities as “terrrorist” attacks. Israeli troops, he said, go “house to house, much like the Nazis did.”

Almost as soon as the media account appeared, the vitriol started flowing. Pro-Israel protesters, who massed outside the Israeli consulate with members of the Jewish Defense League, called Shapiro names and threatened to picket his family’s home. “Shapiro is a traitor, a piece of garbage. We are going to make his life and his parents’ lives a living hell,” one told the New York Post.

Rather than seek to diminish the threats and fury, New York Post columnist Andrea Peyser fanned the flames, calling Shapiro, “the Jewish Taliban.” She railed at Shapiro in person when he appeared by telephone on the radio with Peyser, on a program hosted by hate-jock, Bob Grant (Grant’s relentless race-baiting got him ousted a few years back from New York’s powerful WABC). “Our latest traitor must live with his vile choice,” headlined Peyser’s second column on the topic, the next day.

The other of New York’s two city tabloids provided no relief. There, Daily News columnist Zev Chavets called Shapiro’s father to account for the treachery of his son. “The similarities to John Walker Lindh are inescapable,” wrote Chavets. FOX TV and New York One have all jumped in on the savaging of Shapiro, whose family no longer stays at home because of fear of retaliation from emboldened thugs.

There is no commercial TV, radio or print journalist in this city with anything close to the passion for Palestine that Peyser, Chavets, Grant and Co. express daily for the government of Israel, right or wrong. In the absence of such a person, may I say that as a New Yorker, I’m offended by this talk?

Shapiro’s use of the word Nazi was certainly inflammatory. But so is this talk of treachery in the USA, 2002. Traitors can be strapped naked to stretchers and kept for hours in metal boxes, as we’ve seen in the case of John Walker Lindh. With the United States at war, and the Constitution-shredding PATRIOT Act in effect, a dissenter’s life can be made a living hell, in fact.

The real purpose of hurling such invective is to silence the accused — or, at the very least, to distract the public from what he or she has to say. Peyser and Chavets, et al, haven’t refuted Shapiro’s account of what Israeli forces in Palestinian territories are doing. They can’t; the evidence is just too plentiful.

In the name of preventing terrorism, Israel’s Ariel Sharon has launched an assault on all Palestinians, shelling neighborhoods, markets, hotels and hospitals, and sniping at families and members of the press. Mass arrests, forced evictions and lock-down curfews have been captured on television and radio around the world, in part thanks to Shapiro. He and more than 100 other Westerners now in occupied Palestine are sending back stories that we, whose money and support makes Israel’s military actions possible, need to hear if we’re ever to understand so-called “Arab” anger (it is not only Arabs who are full of rage). The same media now lambasting them has defamed and dehumanized Palestinians themselves for years.

“I have witnessed the execution-style killings and the house-to-house searches and destruction the military has carried out,” writes Caoimhe Butterfly from Ramallah. Prior to leaving for Palestine, Butterfly spent much of her time protecting New York’s public gardens from private development.

Jordan Flaherty, who’s been staying in the Al-Azzah refugee camp in Bethlehem, spent Easter weekend in Christianity’s most Holy city, dodging Israeli sniper fire to bring supplies to Palestinian families under curfew. Who is Jordan? He lives around the corner from a friend of mine in the East Village. He’s been an organizer for a union local, my friend says, and has been involved in the Seattle movement for fair trade.

Natalie Krombach-Williams, 70, is a retired Manhattan nurse. She found herself on the front lines April 1, when she attempted to march with Flaherty and 100 other unarmed “internationals” into the Beit Jala refugee camp, and were fired on by Israel soldiers. Their protest was filmed by the BBC.

“We were going to give [besieged Palestinian villagers] support, to find out if they needed anything,” Krombach-Williams told Long Island’s “Newsday” April 2. When protestors attempted to negotiate with the Israelis, the soldiers fired live rounds their way.

“They shot us! They’re shooting at people with their hands up! Oh My God! They are shooting at pacifists in Beit Jala,” an internationalist reported live on WBAI, New York’s community radio station. One Australian woman ended up in critical condition with a shrapnel wound to the stomach. Zaid Khalil, 26, from Glassboro, New Jersey, received a shrapnel wound to the leg.

Israel’s Ariel Sharon has made it clear that his target is all Palestinians: “Only after [the Palestinians] are beaten will we be able to conduct talks. We have to cause them heavy casualties,” the Israeli Prime Minister told Israeli nightly news, a month before the start of the most recent assault.

Israelis have a right to defend themselves, but by any legal or moral standard, collective punishment is wrong. When it happens to Americans, the American media call it terrorism.

From what we can tell, the killers of September 11 targeted innocent office workers, waiters, artists and firemen for what they perceived to be “crimes” committed by people like them, namely Americans. We call those who rush into help the victims of the September 11 attacks “heroes.” Israeli forces are targetting West Bank innocents for what they perceive to be crimes committed by people like them — namely Palestinians. Are those who rush to protect the victims traitors? No. The opposite.

Laura Flanders is the host of “Your Call” heard on KALW-FM in San Francisco, and on the Internet, and author of Bushwomen: Tales of a Cynical Species, published by Verso Books in March 2004.

Adam Shapiro Ranks As a Mideast Hero

by Sheryl McCarthy
Originally published in Newsday

Wherever Stuart Shapiro may be, he gets my vote for father of the year.

His son, Adam, is a Jewish child of Brooklyn who in the last few years has been living in the Mideast and advocating for the rights of Palestinians. Last week, he spent a night in Yasser Arafat’s headquarters in Ramallah while Israeli soldiers shelled the town. Arafat’s bunker was filled with the dead and dying, and Adam Shapiro went there, he later explained, to try to persuade the Israelis to allow ambulances in to treat the wounded.

But after saying on television that he ate breakfast with Arafat and comparing the house-to- house raids on Palestinians in Ramallah to Nazi raids during World War II, Shapiro has become a villain. He’s been branded a traitor, denounced as “the Jewish Taliban” and compared to John Walker Lindh, who’s charged with having been a soldier in Osama bin Laden’s army.

The death threats to Adam Shapiro’s parents’ home in Brooklyn were so numerous that they were forced to flee the state temporarily. But, amid all the excoriations of his son, Stuart Shapiro said the greatest thing any father could say.

“Of all the people in the world,” he told a Newsday reporter, “I believe my son.”

Some parents would be ringing their child up in Ramallah: “Have you lost your mind? What do you think you’re doing? Do you know what people are saying, how this is going to hurt us with our friends? You pack up and come home right now!”

But Stuart Shapiro, convinced that in a place of endless hatred and endless revenge his son is one of the few who are trying to understand the other side, is standing by him.

“If my brother says these human rights atrocities are taking place against innocent Palestinian children, then we have to believe him,” says Noah Shapiro, who’s acting as spokesman for the family.

“But in no uncertain terms does that sympathy toward Palestinian children mean that we support suicide bombings.”

The Middle East is a region whose troubles the world has grown sick of. The Palestinians are now terrorizing Israelis through random acts of violence, and the Israelis respond with tanks and guns, bombardments and house-to-house raids.

The two leaders in this war are loathsome in their intransigence. Arafat is incompetent, cowardly, ineffectual and more concerned about his own survival than about a workable peace for his people. He probably doesn’t have the ability to stop the terrorist attacks, but he hasn’t even tried.

Ariel Sharon is a malevolent former terrorist himself and the worst possible prime minister Israel could have now. He thinks he can bomb the Palestinians into submission and hates Arafat so badly that the only thing keeping Arafat alive is pressure from the United States and other Western countries.

Few in this war can argue anything but their own long-raging grievances, and almost no one in a leadership role is willing to reach out to the other side.

Into this melee came Adam Shapiro. Raised in a non-observant Jewish home, he became interested in the Middle East and went to Yemen to study Arabic – not Islam, as some have written. He was affected by what he saw there, and started working with a program that brought Jewish and Palestinian kids to a camp in the United States: the idea being that, if they actually got to know each other, they might like each other.

Upset to see Palestinians barred by Israeli security forces from going to work, and their homes and villages razed if a relative was suspected of being a terrorist, he was drawn to protest the Israeli government’s actions. Most recently, he was trying to get ambulances to wounded Palestinians in areas ravaged by Israeli shelling.

Noah Shapiro says his brother believes in the teachings of Gandhi and Martin Luther King Jr. and is at the opposite extreme from Hamas, Hezbollah and bin Laden. If Sharon had asked him to breakfast, Noah Shapiro said, he would have gone.

So who is Adam Shapiro a traitor to? Not to Israel. He’s not an Israeli citizen. Not to his religion. He’s not a practicing Jew. And not to the United States government, which claims to support equity in human affairs and the rights of innocent citizens. By condemning Arafat for not stopping the terrorists, but only mildly rebuking Sharon for waging all-out war on the Palestinians, we’ve betrayed our own values.

Adam Shapiro wanted to restore a little equity to this equation. And, in a season already long on heroes, this makes him another one in my book.

CNN: Interview with Adam Shapiro

PHILLIPS: Well, we’re about to get an eyewitness account now of the Israeli siege of Yasser Arafat’s headquarters in Ramallah. Adam Shapiro is an American living in Israel. He volunteered to help attend to wounded Arafat guards inside the compound. He joins us now live from Ramallah.

Hello, Adam.

ADAM SHAPIRO, VOLUNTEER RESCUE WORKER, INTERNATIONAL SOLIDARITY MOVEMENT: Hello, how are you doing? I’d just like to correct one thing from the start. I’m an American citizen living in Ramallah, in the occupied West Bank, the occupied Palestinian territories not Israel.

PHILLIPS: Let’s talk about — let’s get down to why you are there, Adam, and this organization, The International Solidarity Movement. Give us a little background and tell us why you are there and what this group is about.

SHAPIRO: The International Solidarity Movement together with the Grassroots International Protection For The Palestinian People are two groups of activists working together with Palestinians to try and provide protection for Palestinians in such cases of invasion and intense military terrorist invasion and assault on the Palestinians. They cannot walk in their streets. Ambulances cannot drive around to pick up wounded and dead people without being shot at, without being confiscating, and the medics being arrested.

I was riding on an ambulance yesterday helping to secure the safety of that ambulance, to go around and pick up wounded people, innocent civilians who are being hit by Israel force, by tanks, by gunmen, by snipers located throughout the city. Towards the end of the evening, we received a phone call that there were injured inside the presidential compound and that no ambulance had been able to get in, that they were being shot at. We approached — I spoke in English and identified myself as an American to the soldiers and that seemed to give us the opportunity to negotiate for about three hours before we were finally allowed in. I then proceeded to stay inside for about 24 hours to try and mobilize international attention as to what was going on.

PHILLIPS: And I understand that you spent time with Yasser Arafat. And I want to get to that in just a moment. But Adam, I have to ask you; first of all, you come from a Jewish family. Are you a practicing Jew?

SHAPIRO: No, I’m not and I believe that is an issue of personal decision in terms of religion. And it has no bearing on what I’m doing here. The Palestinians, whether they know that — my family name or not, it does not matter. I’m a human being here to try and help fellow human beings. This is not about politics between Jew and Arab, between Muslim and Jew. This is a case of human dignity, human freedom and justice that the Palestinians are struggling for against an occupier, an oppressor.

The violence did not start with Yasser Arafat. The violence started with the occupation. There is something, as Mr. Wayne Owens said, that the Americans can do and there’s something that Israel can do to end this and that is to lift the occupation, to remove the settlement, to remove the military occupation of Palestinian land and allow the Palestinians to live in freedom and independence.

General Zinni, if he’s willing, he has the opportunity — I’m sure he’s been active talking on the phone. I went into President Arafat’s compound and I am willing to escort General Zinni in there myself, to go with him. He knows how to reach me. We contacted his office to try and get more assistance inside. If he is willing to go inside, to meet with President Arafat, to really put an end to this and to try and present a picture to the world of what is really happening, we can make this happen.

PHILLIPS: Adam, I got to tell you, I’m just fascinated. I’m fascinated by your background and why you are in Ramallah. And I’m even more fascinated by the fact that you sat down and hung out with Yasser Arafat. I want to know, what did you talk about? What did you tell him? Did you have any influence on him?

SHAPIRO: I don’t know if I had any influence, but he certainly was pleased that were internationals here in Ramallah, in Bethlehem, who are trying to help, trying to bring attention to what is going on, trying to bring pressure from the media, from the diplomatic community on what is happening. The compound is under complete siege. There are soldiers, now I’ve heard, on the ground floor of President Arafat’s compound and they have shut up the place.

PHILLIPS: And Adam…

SHAPIRO: The building constantly shakes…

PHILLIPS: … we have been reporting that, absolutely.

SHAPIRO: … from tank fire.

PHILLIPS: And we have. We’ve been reporting that. I’m just curious, have you — did you take the opportunity to say to Yasser Arafat, why not come and condemn what is going on, come out and make a statement in Arabic because that is what the President of the United States is just asking for?

SHAPIRO: President Arafat has done this repeatedly. I understand Arabic. I read the newspapers and I listen to the TV stations here. President Arafat, after every terrorist incident, every suicide bombing, after every action, has condemned this loss of life, of civilian lives on both sides.

The Sharon government, sometimes will apologize after it kills an innocent civilian, but it does not apologize for raping the cities and for going in and carrying out terrorist actions, going to house to house much like the Nazis did in World War II, going house to house to house tearing holes through the walls, roughing up people, killing people, assassinating people. This is a terrorist government funded, by the way, by the United States government to the tune of $300 million a year in U.S. military aid. These are American helicopters and tanks and F-16s doing this damage to the Palestinian people.

PHILLIPS: Adam Shapiro, we appreciate you coming on with us this morning. You have quite an interesting story. Thank you.

We’re going to take a quick break. We’ll be right back.

SHAPIRO: Thank you very much.

Haaretz: Adam’s rift

By Sara Leibovich-Dar
Originally published by Haaretz

It was the longest day of his life. By taking over Ramallah, the Israeli army also took over the fate of Adam Shapiro, 30, from Brooklyn. Shapiro, who is Jewish, spent a full 24 hours in the compound of Yasser Arafat in Ramallah, shared a late-night meal with the Palestinian leader, and during the first hours after the army’s move into the city, was one of Arafat’s channels of communication with the international media. Shapiro spoke with journalists from all over the world. Arafat was in good spirits, he told them, and went on to describe the harsh conditions in the besieged offices, the shortage of food and water, the power outages and the pervasive fear. For 24 hours, Shapiro was the neutral observer amid a flood of tendentious Israeli and Palestinian reports.

However, gloria mundi quickly transited. From a spokesman in great demand, Shapiro became one of the most controversial figures in American public opinion. Two days after leaving the compound in Ramallah, the New York Post branded him a “Jewish Taliban” who was acting against the interests of Israel. The rival Daily News likened him to John Walker Lindh, the Al Qaeda member who is now on trial in the United States. Right-wing Jewish organizations demanded that he be arrested and placed on trial, the letters-to-the-editor column in newspapers received a huge number of reactions for and against Shapiro, and some commentators wondered whether his father, Stuart Shapiro, had given his son a proper education.

In a demonstration outside the Israeli consulate in New York, the spokesman of the right-wing Betar organization in the city called Shapiro a “traitor” and threatened to turn his and his parents’ life into hell. The next day, Shapiro’s parents had to flee from their home in Brooklyn after receiving anonymous death threats. In an editorial on April 4, The New York Times called this behavior “criminal” and added, “No political motive, real or imagined, can justify the threats to the Shapiro family. To pretend otherwise is to think like a terrorist.”

We are in a serious situation, this hatred has to stop, says Adam’s mother, Doreen Shapiro, in an interview from her hiding place. “I am not a traitor,” her son says in a telephone call from his home in Ramallah. “I am trying to do something that will help everyone. The end of the occupation will be good for both the Israelis and the Palestinians. Walker fought with a weapon. I believe in a nonviolent struggle. If [Prime Minister Ariel] Sharon were to invite me to his office, I would go there in the same way I met with Arafat.”

Dinner with Arafat

Shapiro found himself trapped in the compound on the first day of the Israel Defense Forces incursion into Ramallah, on March 29. He is a member of the International Solidarity Movement, which is assisting the Palestinians in the territories. A few hours after the army entered the city, he joined the crew of a local ambulance. “When the Israeli soldiers hear an American voice coming out of an ambulance, they aren’t quick to open fire,” he says. In the afternoon there were reports of wounded people in Arafat’s compound. The ambulance sped to the site. “For three hours we conducted negotiations with the soldiers until they allowed an ambulance with a doctor to enter the compound,” Shapiro says. After a brief examination, the doctor decided to evacuate two of the wounded to hospital. The ambulance driver, the doctor and the wounded individuals left the compound; Shapiro stayed in order to assist Arafat’s personal physician, who is at the site.

Shapiro grew up in Brooklyn and studied history and political science at Washington University in St. Louis, going on to Georgetown University and New York University. He is not a stranger to war, he says: “I am not completely inexperienced. In the previous Israeli invasion of Ramallah, a tank stopped right next to my house and a soldier entered the home of one of my neighbors. I was in the Balata refugee camp [next to Nablus] when Israeli tanks opened fire in that area. But that wasn’t the same thing. Around Arafat’s compound there was shooting all the time, windows were shattered, the building shook. I was really scared.”

The major fear was that soldiers would enter the compound at any moment. “Arafat’s people who were with him in Beirut have experience in this sort of situation, and they made the atmosphere a little less tense. I was sure that I could die there. I tried to sleep but it wasn’t easy. There weren’t enough blankets, there was nowhere to sleep. People stretched out on chairs and on the floor, and when I finally managed to fall asleep the noise of the shooting woke me up.”

At 1 A.M. he was invited up from the first floor of the building to the second floor, to Arafat’s office. On the table in the large conference room, he recalls, were bread, cheese and cucumbers. Arafat urged Shapiro to eat and thanked him for what he had done for him.

The world press followed Shapiro with mounting interest. From inside the compound, he spoke with dozens of reporters, including correspondents for The New York Times and the British papers: The Observer, The Daily Telegraph and The Guardian. He spoke about the shortage of medical aid and of food, but said the frame of mind in the compound was optimistic. The Palestinians, he told The Guardian, did not fire on the tanks that approached the compound, “but if they see a soldier getting out of a vehicle, they will shoot him.” He told the Associated Press that Arafat had personally overseen his aides when they sealed the glass windows in the office.

Shapiro’s fiancee, Huwaida Arraf, a Detroit-born Palestinian-American, also joined the publicity effort. She told the BBC that Shapiro was trapped in the compound and could not leave for fear of his life, and in an interview to Pakistan Today, she described the nighttime meal with Arafat.

The next morning, concern mounted that Israeli troops were going to enter the compound. Shapiro: “The hours passed, we talked, we changed the bandages of the wounded. Arafat’s guards said that the soldiers were walking in circles around the compound and that they would enter at any moment. The doctor and I made a plan for treating the wounded in the event of an Israeli attack.” In the afternoon, European peace activists accompanied by a physician succeeded in gaining entry to the compound. When they left, at about 4 P.M., Shapiro was with them. The doctor stayed in the compound. “We thought it was better for a doctor to be there, and I have no medical know-how,” he explains.

Shapiro and Arraf returned to their apartment in Ramallah, which is not far from the local hospital.

If there is no bread

They have been living in the flat for the past half a year, paying $400 a month in rent and living off savings “that are soon going to run out,” Shapiro says. Before the Israeli takeover of Ramallah, they had lived a Western lifestyle, he explains: “There is a large community of Palestinian-Americans in Ramallah, who came here in 1993. The Oslo agreement held out hope and people decided to come back to the city from the United States in order to raise their children in a Palestinian society. They opened businesses here and made the city a comfortable place to live.”

Shapiro and Arraf like to go to the movies. “There are two movie theaters here. A few days before the entry of the Israeli army we saw ‘Captain Corelli’s Mandolin.’ Good movie. There are a lot of restaurants here, though we prefer to eat at home to save money.”

Before the intifada things were even better. “There was one restaurant where you could dance and we spent a lot of time there. There was also a jazz club with an Israeli saxophonist. There was a mix of cultures, Arab and American. Ramallah reminded me of Tel Aviv.”

For the past two weeks, Ramallah has been very different from Tel Aviv. “On the first night of the occupation, I couldn’t get to sleep. There was shooting and bombs all night,” Shapiro recalls. Both of them gave up the idea of normal sleep hours. “We sleep in shifts so that one of us will always be awake if something happens.”

Arraf is worried that the food is running out. Last Thursday, she subsisted mainly on chocolate. “I really like chocolate,” she says. “I stockpiled a lot and I still have chocolate. In the morning we eat Quaker Oats cooked in water, during the day we eat pasta, tuna and peanut butter. That’s what we have left. The stores are closed. Only two bakeries were allowed to bake bread. A journalist friend brought us a little bread. People in Israel don’t understand what’s happening here. Every Palestinian I speak to is concerned about the subject of food.”

The next day, the curfew was lifted for a few hours and they rushed over to the neighborhood grocery store. “There were long lines,” Shapiro says. “We bought bread, hummus and eggs. Aid organizations distributed flour and sugar. There are no vegetables in the city.”

They took advantage of the respite in the curfew to walk around the city. “We were shocked,” Shapiro says. “Everything is in ruins. Office buildings and commercial centers are charred, the building in the center of town with the fast-food restaurant Checkers is destroyed. Shattered glass is on the pavement everywhere. We don’t walk around too much, though. The snipers fire at anyone on the street.” On Saturday there was a full curfew for the whole day, but they were able to reach the hospital “in order to try and help without the soldiers seeing us.”

In the past week, Shapiro and Arraf sent photographs they took to various Websites. There were images of the hospital in Ramallah, graves, doctors praying, a wounded old man. Send help now, Arraf wrote. “The Red Crescent ambulances can’t give help to the wounded or take away the dead. They are fired on. Doctors were forced to get down on their knees in the street under the threat of rifles.”

Say ‘no’ to patriotism

Until last year, Shapiro was a nice Brooklyn kid, the eldest son who met all parental expectations. His brother, Noah, a Manhattan lawyer, gave interviews last week to a variety of media outlets in an effort to persuade them that his brother is not a traitor. “People in New York have interpreted my brother’s actions to say that he is a terrorist, a traitor, an aide to Arafat. And none of this is based on fact,” he told The New York Times, and described his brother’s desire to fight the occupation using nonviolent means.

Adam Shapiro had a normal New York Jewish childhood. His parents are public school teachers; his father teaches mathematics and his mother, music and English. “I raised my children to be open individuals, to understand other people, not to fight, to respect others,” Doreen Shapiro says.

Adam says that he understood even as a child that there were different peoples in the world. “I grew up in a mixed area, not in an isolated Jewish area. In our neighborhood there were Irish, Africans, Puerto Ricans, Jews and Italians. It was a melting-pot. I had friends from every ethnic group and my girlfriends were Jewish, Italian and there was one who was Cuban.”

His parents are not religious. “They fast on Yom Kippur and they hold the seder at Passover. I celebrated my bar mitzvah in a Brooklyn synagogue. His parents told Newsday that as a boy, Shapiro wanted to be a rabbi. “I have no religious identity,” he himself says. “Religion doesn’t say anything to me. I respect all religions, I am not ignorant, I have knowledge, but it is not important to me.”

He first visited Israel in 1996. “I have no problem with Zionism as long as it is not directed toward hatred and violence,” he observes. “As a rule, patriotism can be dangerous. Even American patriotism was dangerous and caused the death of the Rosenbergs” – referring to Ethel and Julius Rosenberg, who were executed in 1953 after being convicted of providing military secrets to the Soviet Union. He lived in Jerusalem for three years, but doesn’t know Hebrew. “I studied Spanish in school in New York and I studied Arabic at university, but I never got around to studying Hebrew.”

His brother told the American media that Adam showed an interest in the writings of Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King, “and that is what drew him to the Palestinians.” Shapiro says he began to take an interest in the Middle East only during his college days in St. Louis. “I was a student there during the period of the Gulf War. One of my friends was sent to the gulf. Suddenly, I understood that this is an important region and I started to get interested – not in the conflict but in the Arab culture, which I found strange, different and special.”

After obtaining an M.A. from Georgetown University in Washington, Shapiro decided to improve his Arabic. He went to Yemen and lived with a local family in Sanaa, working as the deputy headmaster of a school where foreigners studied Arabic. “It was a very interesting experience. The Yemenis are simple people. The Muslims there treat the Jews as Yemenis in every respect. Not everyone knew that I was Jewish, even though it was obvious that I wasn’t a Muslim.”

In the past two weeks, since the meeting with Arafat, Jewish activists in New York have been claiming that Shapiro converted to Islam. He denies this: “There are a lot of rumors about me. I am not a religious Jew, but I have not become a Muslim.”

After eight months in Yemen, Shapiro returned to the United States, where he worked in a nature museum in Chicago and then enrolled in New York University. “I was accepted as a doctoral student, but I wasn’t happy there. The political science department deals more with the economic side of politics, and I am interested in the human side.”

After a year in New York, Shapiro decided to change direction. He joined Seeds of Peace (an organization that “empowers children of war to break the cycle of violence”) and moved to Jerusalem, entering Israel as a tourist. He lived in the Musrara neighborhood across from the Old City and in the Arab neighborhood of Shuafat in the northern part of the city. “I love the Old City and I wanted to be close to it,” he notes. In Jerusalem he managed the Israeli branch of the organization.

“Today it sounds like another world, but Seeds of Peace organized meetings between young people from both nations. Israelis visited Bethlehem at Christmas and we held workshops in kibbutzim and in Beit Jala. Peace is a lengthy process. You have to start it when people are young.”

Two years later he moved on. “I did everything that could be done. I wanted to help in other places.” Bill McLaughlin, director of the Center for Coexistence, the organization’s Jerusalem branch, says that Shapiro’s ties with Seeds of Peace gave the organization an unwanted type of publicity. “Our vision is a neutral vision. We do not identify with any side,” he says.

In New York, a spokesman for John Wallach, the founder and president of Seeds of Peace, says that “today, Shapiro is not doing what we are doing, and we are not doing what he does. It has nothing to do with us.”

In 2000, Shapiro and a group of young Europeans and Palestinians established the International Solidarity Movement, which is trying to put an end to the occupation by nonviolent means, he says. “I helped farmers get to their fields. When they try to do it alone, Israeli soldiers shoot them, but when someone like me helps them, it looks different and the Israelis shoot less. We rebuild homes that were demolished and we plant trees.”

Last January, he and Arraf wrote an article for the Palestine Chronicle, an Internet site, explaining why it is important to undertake nonviolent activity during the intifada. Citing the tradition of Gandhi and Martin Luther King, they wrote that even though the Palestinians have the right to react to the occupation with firearms, that doesn’t mean that they are obliged to realize that right. As part of the nonviolent struggle, they wrote, people could remove roadblocks, disobey curfew, and refuse to show ID cards and even burn them. Such actions, they said, would change the image of the Palestinians in international public opinion.

Threats and attacks

Shapiro attacks Israel sharply in his articles and has compared what is happening now to the Nazi operations against the Jews. After Israel’s demolition of homes in Rafah and Issawiya, he wrote to Media Monitors Network that the actions reminded him of Kristallnacht, when the Nazis tried to wipe out the signs of Jewish culture and religion in Germany. Last week he told CNN in an interview that the Sharon government was engaged in terrorist actions that were being perpetrated in the same way the Nazis operated. Such statements were apparently the last straw for Ron Torossian, the Betar spokesman. In a demonstration of solidarity with Israel outside the Israeli consulate, he branded Shapiro a traitor. “He is a traitor to both the American people and to the Jews. Anyone who assists the butcher Arafat has to be arrested. Anyone who helps murderers of Jews is a terrible person,” he states.

Aren’t you exaggerating? Isn’t it the case that all Israeli leaders and senior American officials have met with Arafat?

Torossian: “I am not exaggerating in the least. Many Jews in the city think that Shapiro is a traitor, and not only against the Jews but against the Americans, too. Arafat hates the Americans too. We will do this to any American who assists Arafat.

Shapiro, who was condemned by other demonstrators as a “self-hating Jew,” has become a target for right-wing Jewish groups. Last week, fliers were distributed in Brooklyn calling on the recipients to call a certain number. Those who called heard a recorded message asking Shapiro’s parents to disown him, denounce him and comprehend that their son is no different from John Walker Lindh. Victor Naor, who heads Americans for Israel’s Survival, an extreme-right organization, says they will continue to demonstrate until Shapiro is arrested: “He has to be arrested just as Walker Lindh was arrested.”

The rightist militants in New York did not make do with demonstrations. “Unidentified people called us and said they would burn Adam,” says his mother. “They said they hoped we would burn in hell and that Adam’s blood and the blood of all of us was on their hands.”

The threats drove Shapiro’s parents to flee their home and take refuge out of state. They are not afraid, Noah Shapiro told The New York Times, but it’s not pleasant to be at home when every telephone call is a threat on your life. Doreen Shapiro says that she understands that different people hold different ideas, “but I don’t understand the threats. All Adam is trying to do is bring people closer together. He is doing wonderful things.”

“When it comes to human rights, there is no right side and wrong side,” Stuart Shapiro says. “Everyone is right.”

Along with the attacks mounted by right-wing groups and articles such as that in The New York Post – which mocked the Shapiro family and said they were only interested in the spotlight – others take the side of the Shapiro family.

“This is sinister and serious,” Abraham Foxman, the national director of the Anti-Defamation League told The New York Times. “We find it reprehensible to target anybody based on what they believe and what they stand for, whether or not we believe in their actions.” At the request of the Anti-Defamation League, a policeman was posted outside the Shapiros’ home in Sheepshead Bay. “Threatening Adam Shapiro’s relatives with harm offends American traditions of tolerance and the humane values of the American Jewish community,” the Times editorialized on April 4.

In the past week, the American media have devoted much time and space to discussing the question of whether Shapiro is a traitor or a courageous individual. Even Shapiro’s father got caught up in the debate. Writing in The New York Daily News, the Israeli columnist Zeev Chafets aimed a rhetorical question at Stuart Shapiro. Doesn’t your son know, he asked, that if Israel was a Nazi state he would already be on his way to a soap factory?

In contrast, Cheryl McCarthy wrote in Newsday that in her opinion, Stuart Shapiro is the father of the year. He believes in his son, she wrote, and is convinced that in a region of boundless hatred and revenge, his son is one of the few who are making an effort to understand the other side.

Romance in Ramallah

In the past few years, Shapiro has linked his life with that of American-born Huwaida Arraf, 26, the eldest of five children, who is his fiancee and ideological partner. Her father, who works for General Motors, was born in the Galilee; her mother, a nurse, is a native of the village of Beit Sahour, adjacent to Jerusalem. In 1975 they left the Galilee and moved to Detroit. Arraf says her father felt he had no future in the Galilee. “My parents didn’t talk about politics,” she recalls. “Maybe it pained them too much. But on holidays we went to Beit Sahour. It was only when I spoke with my aunts that I understood how hard it is to be a Palestinian and how tough the Israeli attitude toward Palestinians is.”

Her parents tried to preserve Palestinian culture in their home in Michigan. “They spoke Arabic, listened to Arabic music, demanded that we not stay out late – they always told us that it wasn’t our culture to come home late – and they wouldn’t let us sleep over at the homes of friends, either. I was never at a pajama party. They wanted us to become familiar with Palestinian culture, but we wanted to be like the American kids, and home was a mixture of everything.”

Arraf heard the Jewish side to the conflict when she was a student at Northern Michigan University. “I lived in dorms with Jews. I had always regarded them as enemies. Suddenly, I started to think that it was possible to overcome the lack of understanding.” She studied Hebrew and in her sophomore year, was involved in activities of Jewish organizations on campus. In her senior year, she joined a program for overseas students at Hebrew University in Jerusalem.

“I wanted to know Hebrew better and live in the Israeli society in order to understand it,” she explains. “I didn’t want to be considered a foreigner, a pro-Palestinian. I wanted to be legitimate for both sides.” She was the only Arab in the program. “They only dealt with the Jewish side. I tried to bring in the Palestinian side. I wanted the Jewish students to stop being afraid of the Palestinians. I took students to the Old City and I organized meetings with Arab students on campus.”

After a year in Jerusalem, she returned to Michigan, completed her B.A. in political science, Arab studies and Jewish studies, and in 1998 was back in Jerusalem, this time as an activist in Seeds of Peace. There she met Adam Shapiro. “He was my boss. At first we didn’t even like each other, because we are too much alike. He was sure I hated him. After a year, it just happened.”

They plan to be married next month in Detroit in a Catholic ceremony. Arraf is a Greek-Catholic. Shapiro says his parents are not upset that he is marrying a Christian woman. “If we love each other, then it’s fine as far as they are concerned.”

The Palestinians are like the Jews, Doreen Shapiro notes. “They have values similar to ours, and the family is very important for them, too.”

Arraf, though, had a harder time. “My mother and my sisters accepted it, but my father wanted me to marry a Christian. It was hard to get his consent, but I didn’t give up. I worked at it. I wanted to marry with the consent of my parents so as not to hurt them. I told my father that I could never find an Arab man who is as generous and caring as Adam. My father is concerned about our future. He wants our children to be raised as Christians. Adam and I talked about it. Adam is not religious. He can’t give our children any religion at all, so it doesn’t matter to him if they grow up as Christians.”

In the past year, Arraf has described her life in Ramallah with Shapiro on a great many Palestinian Websites. In February she wrote about an encounter with Israeli soldiers at the Qalandiyah checkpoint north of Jerusalem. Soldiers had tried to remove a cassette from their video camera by force. Shapiro gave her the camera, she wrote, and she tried to get away, but the soldiers knocked her down and aimed rifles at her. She and Adam were released two hours later after she requested the assistance of the American consulate, foreign journalists and friends.

Shapiro says that most of the incidents with Israeli soldier have been quieter. “I speak to them and distribute fliers of Yesh Gvul [an organization that is against military service in the territories]. The refusal movement is important. The soldiers listen to me when I tell them that I am a Jew who lives in Ramallah. They show a lot of interest and many of them understand what I am talking about.”

In an article last month in Newsweek, Hady Amr, a former aide to Al Gore for ethnic outreach, proposed that the Nobel Prize for peace be given to nonviolent activists such as Arraf. The prize should not have gone to Yitzhak Rabin, Shimon Peres and Yasser Arafat, he wrote, but to those, like Arraf, who make peace in their hearts and minds and risk their lives for it.

At this moment, Shapiro told the American media, the United States is more dangerous for him than Ramallah. He is worried about the trip home to get married and wants to return to Ramallah, “if the Israelis will let me into the city.” Arraf, for her part, prefers the United States. She wants to study law; Shapiro intends to get his doctorate. His father is concerned about the possibility that Adam will want to go back to Ramallah. “If I take away his passport, he won’t be able to go back,” he said last week.