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Is there Another 'Abu Ghreib" Prison in Israel?
June 22, 2004
Lawyer of the Palestinian Prisoners society, Raed Mhamid,
who visited several detainees in Jalbo' prison, said
several rape attempts were conducted by Jailors against
some detainees. Mhamid added that the detainees were
placed in solitary after resisting and rejecting these
attempts.
Meanwhile, Mhamid added that the detainees whom he
managed to meet informed him that the situation is
boiling, and that the soldiers are forcing the detainees
to strip in order to be searched, and that soldiers
repeatedly ordered some prisoners to strip and placed
them in a tight cell.
On one hand, Mhamid said that soldiers when they want to
perform the daily count force the detainees to leave the
bathrooms or showers naked, and during prayer time, they
force the detainees to stop the prayers in order to count
them. The detainees also informed Mhamid that the health
situation in detention in continuously deteriorating, and
that the administration is banning them from medication
while some detainees are in serious need of monthly
checkups and continuous medications. Concerning food, the
detainees informed the lawyer that it is of very bad
quality and insufficient, which forces the detainees to
buy their own food from the canteen with very high
prices.
Mhamid added that the administration is imposing hard
procedures concerning visitations including lawyer
visitations with their detainees; the lawyers are not
allowed to meet the detainees in private, instead the
meeting is conducted during normal crowded visitation
hours.
On the other hand, the families are forced to wait for
long periods in hot area which lacks seats, toilets, and
water, and when they manage to visit the detainees, they
are not allowed to give them clothes, especially that
they lack different kinds of clothes especially
underwears.
Jalbo' detention camp is part of Shatta prison, opened
recently, and composed of five branches, detainees each
branch includes 15 rooms, each room contains 8-9 beds,
which forces at least one detainee to sleep on the
ground. There are 608 prisoners in Jalbo' prison at the
moment some of them suffer bad health conditions. The
report also listed the names of prisoners who met with
the lawyer during the last visit, and a brief description
about their conditions:
1. Jamil Mohammad Al-Tinih, Bethlehem, sustained several
gunshot injuries during his arrest, in need of immediate
medical operations.
2. Ali Mirshid Salhab, Bethlehem, wounded in his leg and
pelvis, need medical operation.
3. Ghanim Salih Ghanim, Tulkarem, wounded in his foot,
suffers from bone fragments, in need of medical attention
and follow up.
The world still did not wake up from the shock of the
mistreatment by the American and British soldiers of
Iraqi prisoners in Abu Ghreib prison. Luckily enough
there were photos in Abu Ghreib proving the crime,
however; there aren't in this case. Nothing can prove
this except the memories of the prisoners who have been
subjected to such harsh treatment.
It seems that maltreatment of prisoners is a fashion
these days for the lack of accountability. The question
is who will sensor and hold perpetrators accountable if
sometimes the judges are the ones who give the orders? In
such cases, a neutral committee should investigate and
should have the power to implement what is justice. Local
commentators said some soldiers will be punished and will
be the escape goat to cover on the bigger ones. Since
those behind Abu Ghreib scandal are going to get away
with it, one can see no reason why there will not be one
or more in Israel. In fact, there might be some already.
THE
MOTHER
Um Ghazy dreams of
hugging her son away from prison walls
Yanabee' - Gaza
Translated By, Saed Bannoura, IMEMC, June 2004
"I dream about hugging my son freely, far away from
prison bars, but soldiers banned me even from visiting
him" With this sentence Fatima Al-Nims, 60 years
old, described her longing to her son, who is sentenced
to 16 years for resisting the occupation. Fatima, Um
Ghazy [Um Ghazy ="the mother of Ghazi"] was
sitting at the Red Cross office in Gaza, with complete
silence, nodding her head, looking at her sons' picture,
said in a tone filled with bitterness and sadness;
"I have been waiting for long 16 years, for the day
of my sons' freedom, dreaming of him knocking the door
and saying "Am Home", dreaming of hugging him
for several hours, and crying", the mother said.
Silence sheds again, then she bursts, "Son, my heart
is burning, I am a mother, they took away my boy, and
threw him in the darkness of the prison" Listening
to her words, bitterness, and grief, she continues,
"They arrested him in 1985, after accusing him of
killing a settler, since then.they have been moving him
from one detention to another."
The mother, talking while living in another world,
imagining her son, told the story of her son, and details
of his arrest, "A huge military force attacked our
home, knocked but didn't wait for us to open, they barged
into the place and searched it, then arrested my son.I
begged them to leave him, and asked them "What do
you want? Why are you taking him away?" Yet they did
not answer, but one of them said, "We want to talk
to him, just 15 minutes and he will be back."
"The 15 minutes became an hour, and this hour
extended to 15 years", she added.
She stopped talking, all of a sudden, and looked at the
other mothers who gathered at the Red Cross, they have
imprisoned sons, Husbands, several family members, and
continued. "No one can imagine the pain, the long
nights, a mother goes through until she raises her sons,
and see them grownups, his father died when he was only
two years old, later on I married his uncle, and he lived
with his other brothers, in our extended home, I used to
dream of seeing him an adult, married, I dreamt about
seeing his kids, but. they (the army) banned us even from
dreaming." She added. With a sad bitter tone, the
mother added; "I am a mother who had her son taken
away from her, do you know what that means? How it
feels?! And added, "but. we should never surrender,
one day he will be free, but I want to see him and hug
him before I die, I want to touch him far away from the
wires of the prison, and the eyes of the soldiers and
their guns, but they banned me from visiting him under
security claims? I don't even know what that means! Did I
carry bombs or Molotov Cocktails; I really don't what
kind of justice is present in this world".
Um Ghazi still remembers the day where she was banned
from visiting her son under claims that she is not his
mother, "I was surprised, the soldier stopped me and
said "go back wherever you came from, you have
nobody here to visit", and when I asked him about
the reason, he replied coldly enough and said, "He
is not you son", I shouted and said, "what are
you talking about, did I buy him from the market?!, yet
they insisted and I wasn't allowed to visit him",
she added. "Last time, when I was supposed to visit
him, I was banned again, they told me its for security
reasons, I felt like am burning, I waited until other
patents visited their sons, I rushed to them and asked
them about him, any information which could clam me down,
even for some seconds"
Um Ghazi now, goes continuously to any protest at the Red
Cross, to express her rejection to the arrest of her son.
I come here every Monday, in solidarity of our sons, and
demand their freedom, no one can hear you if you don't
speak load enough, don't they have sons like us, don't
they miss their sons, why are they doing this to us and
our families, all the words which exist in this world,
cannot express the true feelings of a mother who is
waiting for the day of her son's freedom" Yet, one
question remains here, can Um Ghazi forget the image of
her son behind bars, can words really express what she
feels?! More than 2300 mothers, daughters, wives, are
facing the same destiny, family members of Palestinian
and Arab detainees imprisoned in Israeli detention camps,
still face the same conditions and misery,
Will the day come, where they can all sense and smell
freedom, will it...if so when?!
THE
WALL
The Nightmare Comes True
Op-Ed by: Uri Avnery, Gush Shalom, June 12, 2004
I thought it was terrible. I was wrong. It is far, far
worse! - These words sum up my feelings at that moment. I
was standing on a hill overlooking the infamous Kalandia
checkpoint. Below me was a narrow road, packed with
Palestinians in the blazing sun, 30 degrees centigrade in
the shade (but there was no shade) trudging towards the
checkpoint. Very soon this road will be transformed. It
will be widened to three lanes and be reserved for
Israelis: on both sides of it, 8-meter high walls will
spring up. It will allow the settlers of the Jordan
valley to reach Tel-Aviv in about an hour. The
Palestinians living on either side will be cut off from
each other. This is a small part of the new reality that
is rapidly being created on the West Bank and that is
changing the country we knew and loved beyond
recognition.
I was standing near the edge of a-Ram. Once this was a
small village on the outskirts of Jerusalem, on the road
north to Ramallah. Since successive Israeli governments
have prevented the Palestinians in East Jerusalem from
building new homes, the severe overcrowding has forced a
mass exodus to a-Ram, which has grown into a town of 60
thousand inhabitants. Most of them are officially still
Jerusalem residents, carrying the blue identity cards of
inhabitants of Israel. This allows them to come to
Jerusalem, a drive of 10 minutes, work there, tend to
their businesses, go to the hospitals and the
universities there.
This is about to stop. Along the age-old road from
Jerusalem to Ramallah (leading on to Nablus, Damascus and
beyond) construction of the 8-meter wall is due to start
any minute now - not across the road, but along the
middle of the road, the full length of it. The
inhabitants of a-Ram, east of the wall, will not only be
completely cut off from Jerusalem, but also from all the
townships and villages to their west - their relatives,
the schools which thousands of their children attend,
their cemetery and their places of work. A small part of
a-Ram remains outside the wall and will be cut off from
the main part of the town in which they live.
But this is only part of the story. Because the wall (or
in some places a barrier, consisting of a fence, trenches
and roads) will completely surround a-Ram from all sides.
The sole exit from this walled-in area will be a narrow
bridge connecting it with the adjacent area to its east,
consisting of several Palestinian villages, which will be
surrounded by another barrier. This enclave will have a
narrow exit to the Ramallah enclave. Through this it will
be possible for a person from a-Ram to reach Ramallah,
God willing, by a roundabout route of some 30 kilometers,
instead of the ten minutes or so it took before the
occupation. A few kilometers to the west of a-Ram lies a
group of villages centered around Bidou (where five
Palestinians have been killed so far in protests against
the wall). This area is rapidly becoming another enclave,
completely surrounded by a separate barrier. The only way
out will be a tunnel to be built under road No. 443 - the
settlers' road of which the section I mentioned before
will become part. All existing roads to Bidou have long
since been cut off by trenches or piles of dirt, one can
enter only at one spot controlled by a checkpoint. This
will cease to exist. If a villager from Bidou has some
business in a-Ram, he will have to go through the tunnel
to Ramallah, turn to the enclave east of a-Ram and enter
a-Ram by the narrow bridge, a semicircle of about 40
kilometers instead of a drive of a few minutes.
A-Ram will be especially hard hit. Because of its
location, it has developed in the last few years into a
kind of transshipment point for goods travelling from
Israel to the West Bank and vice versa.
Israelis and Palestinians do business there. All this
will end with the wall. The means of livelihood for many
of its 60 thousand inhabitants will disappear. This is
only one example of what is happening now all over the
West Bank, turning it into a crazy quilt of walled-in
enclaves, "connected" by bridges, tunnels or
special roads, which can be cut off at any moment at the
whim of the Israeli government or of a local army officer
- and, all around them, roads-for- Israelis-only,
expanding settlements and military installations. Every
Palestinian town - Jenin, Nablus, Tulkarm, Kalkilia,
Bethlehem, Hebron and others - will become the
"capital" of a tiny enclave, cut off from all
the others, from their "hinterland" and
villages, except by tortuous roundabout routes.
Fifty-five percent of the West Bank will be Israeli, the
Palestinian enclaves will amount to 45% (about 10% of
historical Palestine).
This is no longer just a nightmarish future prospect - it
is happening now, visible to the naked eye, while Sharon
babbles about a "disengagement" to happen
sometime in the future in one small part of the occupied
territories. Practically no Israeli has any idea about
all this. It may be happening one kilometer from his home
(in Jerusalem, for example), but it might as well be on
far side of the moon.
The media are not interested, nor is the world.
This is the peace Sharon has been dreaming about. This is
the "Palestinian State" George Bush promised.
This is a cornerstone of the new democratic Middle East.
It will lead, of course, to bloodshed on an unbelievable
scale. No people on earth will submit to such a life. For
thousands and thousands of young Palestinians, a martyr's
death will be preferable. And sometime in the future this
awful structure will be torn down, like the Berlin wall,
which, evil as it was, was much less inhuman. As always,
after much suffering, the human spirit will prevail.
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children
A Shell that Took the Smile of Those Innocent Eyes
Nijma Assaf - Amman Jordan, June 18, 2004
Moments of silence, a killing silence, control the place,
calmness interrupted every short period with moaning, the
atmosphere was so damp, I felt that she will choke at any
moment, since she could even take a clear breath without
tears. With a sound so dim and low, filled with
bitterness "Abeer" started telling her story,
the story of martyrdom, of angles, the last moment of the
live of her two angles.
The son of Abeer "Shaheed" [Martyre] as she
chose to call while telling her story, and his sister
Malak [Angel; her real name is Wa'ed). Abeer remember the
sad moments, the calmness before the blast, the moment
before a tank shell blasted in the first floor of her
home, in Ramallah, on the last day of April, 2004. The
blast claimed the lives of her two children, taking away
two innocent flowers, Shahid, the seven years' old child,
and Malak, 4 years old, in addition to a young man who
was living in the lower floor, when the blast occurred.
Abeer, soaked with tears, and a heart which became too
tired to pound, said: "when Shahid came back from
school, he sat in front of the TV with his sister, Malak,
and watched some Cartoon, then Shahid went outside to
play, football with his friend Hasan, in a small yard in
front of our home. my child loved soccer, loved to watch
soccer cartoons and games, he loved Saturday because it
included sports at school", she added. The mother,
stopping each time to take her breath, continued,
"at 7:30 in the evening, he came back home, and
asked me to prepare a sandwich for him, and so I did, and
gave him his milk, after eating and drinking his milk, he
went to play with his brothers, laughter filled the
home"
"I asked them to go to bed, but they said that they
want to see their father when he comes back from work,
Shahid wanted to see him, talk to him and play with
him.and when their father came, and saw them, they asked
him to buy them some food [Falafel] and went to their
rooms to play, while I went to do some laundry." The
mother paused.shed tears, and drew a breath, overloading
her tired body. "At this moment I heard a huge
explosion, I didn't know what happened, I heard my kids
calling me, Mama.Mama., and they were appealing, I used
all of my power and entered their room.it was so dark, I
scream and called their names.but no one replied,
suddenly I heard the sound of my daughter, and started to
hope and pray that they are well." Abeer, telling a
story with a heavy burden and sadness, crying one, drying
her tears, hardly breathing, continued. "I felt
something, as if it is a heaving thing stopping me from
taking any step forwards, I started to call and scream,
help me, anybody help, my kids, I appealed everybody to
save my kids under the wreckage of our home"
"A short while passed and rescues teams arrived,
they rescued my while I was screaming, my kids...save
them.I begged them not to transfer me to a hospital
before I see my kids, but they told me to calm down,
everything is going to be alright." Abeer paused
again, and this time blasted, crying and screaming, yet
determined to tell the story of a cold blooded crime.
"I arrived to the hospital in the ambulance, never
stopped calling for my kids, but nobody answered; I felt
that there is something wrong, I jumped out of the bed in
the hospital, the voice of Wa'ed was still in my ears,
"The rescuers were still searching for the children,
until they found my son, but he was dead, and continued
their search for Malak, until they found her body, she
was dead too, and when my husband returned, he saw our
home, a complete wreckage, and naturally expected a
disaster. On the second day, the husband came to the
hospital, and when he entered the room where his wife is
she directly asked about her kids, he said, after a
moment of silence, that they are in the Intensive Care
Unit, but shortly after that he told me, "We should
accept the destiny and informed me of their death" I
insisted to see them, to see my angels, she added,
"when I saw their faces, smashed, deformed I touched
them and asked them to forgive me.to forgive me for not
being able to save them, and asked their father to burry
me next to them."
I planted roses on their tombs, yellow and white roses,
Shahid loved the white color and Malak always loved the
yellow".. They were angles, bright filled with
dreams of a better future, like all kids had their own
small world, which known no hatred, a small rosy world,
crushed and scattered by one shell, the two kids had a
special relation which united them, among their other
sisters and brothers, they were always together, filling
the home with joy. They did not carry guns, not even
stones.they only carried their small toys, in the safest
place for any kid, the bedroom, but one shell of
destruction ended their dreams, ended their lives, the
lives which never new that a game with toys, is not a
game of blood.
Translated by: Saed Bannoura, IMEMC
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Statement from
Detained Activist Ann Petter
"I am a 44 year old artist from New York, and I have
been denied entry into the state of Israel for security
reasons.
If I am a threat to security, then we need to redefine
both threat and security. Security must mean keeping a
tight grip on the information the public has access to.
And a threat to security would be anyone with eyes, ears,
a brain and a heart that still function, someone who
might use them to challenge the status quo.
Traditionally, it has been the artist's job to threaten
security in this manner.
I'd like to thank the boys at the General Security
Service for believing that art is such a powerful weapon.
Perhaps I can charge more money for it now. Meanwhile,
I'd like very much to enter this country as planned. I'd
like to see my friends, Israelis and Palestinians. I'd
like to meet with other artists. I'd like to participate
in peaceful demonstrations. I believe all of this is
quite normal in a democracy."
By Ann Robinson Petter
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