THE HANDSTAND

june 2005


Brutal Occupation Takes Toll on Israel's Soul

By Dorothy Naor
Israeli Peace Activist
Wednesday, May 11, 2005


    Today Israel commemorates more than 20,300 soldiers killed since 1948. So many dead, for what?
    Neither the establishment of a Jewish state nor Israel's military victories attained the Zionist dream of security for Jews. To the contrary— nowhere else in the world since World War II are Jews less secure than in Israel.
    Just the past 4 1/2 years nearly 1,000 noncombatants have died in attacks. Besides, the present relative calm in Israel is illusory. Violence will again erupt unless Israel's leaders cease expansion and ethnic cleansing.
    Loss of life is but one cost of occupation. Israelis pay dearly also in poverty, violence, and post-traumatic stress. Drastic cuts in social benefits have reduced Israel's social expenditures to among the lowest in western countries, leaving nearly 1.5 million Israelis below the poverty line, one of every five children going to bed hungry, more Israelis than ever before depending on soup kitchens and more homeless. At their expense, the Israeli government spends enormous funds to create the "greater Israel."
    The separation wall is being erected at $4 million a mile, with 400 miles projected— twice the length than had it been built on the "green line." Six thousand highly subsidized suburban-type homes are planned for West Bank settlements. And ample money exists for building Israeli-only roads in Palestinian territories.
    The worsening economic conditions contribute to escalation of stress and violence. Thus one of every five elderly Israelis is now subject to abuse, and the Israeli police record a 36 percent increase in violence among minors this past year.
    A direct cost of occupation and threat to Israel's welfare is post-traumatic stress. Jewish youngsters in other countries do not face it, since upon graduating from high school they may do as they please. Israeli 18-year olds, however, are doomed by their government's lust for land to combat a primarily civilian population.
    Consequently, post-traumatic stress disorder is a persistent threat. In 2003 more soldiers died from suicide than were killed in battle. Others upon discharge become addicted to drugs and alcohol. And yet others become violent.

Three days at the Huwara checkpoint and my sleep is disturbed by what I have heard and seen. When I go to sleep I hear the shouting and the laughing of the young Israeli soldiers, I see their sarcasm and their contempt, I see them charging at ordinary people – men, women, children and elders – with their rifles, changing rules as they want, deciding restlessly of Palestinians’ everyday destiny. Basically, at the checkpoints of Occupied Palestine there are no rules. Everything is decided in an arbitrary way by young Israeli soldiers who have a uniform and a rifle and because of that they can do what they want.

The only thing that gives me hope and that allows me to fall asleep is that some of these soldiers have doubts, some are ashamed of what they do and some others fear the gaze of the world. If only one or two thousand of the one hundred millions people who marched in the streets of the world on Saturday the 15th of February came to the Occupied Territories, stayed here for few months, with cameras and video cameras, talking to the Israelis, protecting the Palestinians - I am sure - that would make a big difference.
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    "This is a ticking bomb," a counselor at a rehabilitation center relates. Help is unavailable for many soldiers who have gone "into terrible distress of drugs, beatings, violence, impatience, ... soldiers who clashed with a civilian population, and when they were discharged understood that they had been wrong."
    Hundreds, he reveals, "are roaming about with the feeling that there is no point to living, and the path to suicide and drugs is very easy. We are afraid that former soldiers will commit criminal acts as a result of their distress."
    One discharged woman blames the drug phenomenon on the "sick Israeli society"— a "society of war." The soldier who killed "a man or a child" or "entered the home of an Arab family at night, beat a child, a mother and took the father into detention" upon release takes drugs "to try to forget the pictures that are with him all the time since then." She said that drugs are "an expression of the strong desire of young Israelis to escape from the insanity that has been forced on them."
    Yehuda Shaul of "Breaking the Silence" (soldiers' testimonies of acts committed on Palestinians) caps it all: "It's a situation that screws up everyone. ... People start out at different points and end up at different points, but everyone goes through this process. No one returns from the territories without it leaving a deep imprint, messing up his head."
    If Israelis are to experience security and peace, their governments must relinquish occupation and force. As Theodore Herzl, the father of Zionism, wisely observed, "Oppression naturally creates hostility against oppressors. ..."
    The sole hope for a better future for Israelis lies in justice and freedom for Palestinians. As Sari Nusseibeh, President of Al-Quds University, has said: "We either sink together or swim together."

I did one more hope!

I was born in Jerusalem 18 years ago, but after that I haven’t been there, because I am Palestinian, so I shouldn’t go into the occupied Capital of Palestine!

Yesterday, I have been created from anew, I went to where I didn’t imagine I could ever go. I went to Jerusalem with a German woman, she wanted to have more experience about the life in Palestine, and I wanted to meet a friend in Ram-Allah.

My father suggested to me if I go through Jerusalem, because It takes only 15 minutes from Jerusalem to ram-Allah.

We went to Bethlehem checkpoint, Jessica, “the German woman” went through it, but because I am Palestinian I wasn’t allowed to pass directly, so my father took me through a turning way, but unfortunately we saw 10 solider booking about 100 Palestinian workers, so my father started running, and he forgot that I was with him!  

Then I followed him, he took me from another way, which was through a mountain near that stupid checkpoint, we walked about 2 kilometers through the mountain, and the sun above our heads… and each 10 meters my father was checking  if the way is safe or not, and then tell me come! We passed 2 kilometers in about half hour, because we walked very fast, in order to not let the Israeli soldiers catch or see us, because they would shoot us...

I asked my father to be back home because I got tired, then he said “you got tired from the first time you walk, what do you think of the Palestinian workers who come every day through this way at 5 at morning to stay alive?!”

I didn’t know what to answer!

Then we took a bus from there to Jerusalem, and I started taking video movies for the walls of The holly rock Dom mosque, I got sad, because I was not able to go into the mosque and pray, because I don’t have a permission from the Israeli government to pray…

Jessica showed me around Jerusalem, I felt happy to know Jerusalem, but in the same time I felt sad, because I didn’t know Jerusalem before…

at last the Palestinian people need some foreigner people who show them their occupied land….

Where is the just in that?!

when we retuned from ram Allah, we went through Kalandia checkpoint, and they check my ID, that is really shame, a stupid woman could stop hundreds of people every day, and return who ever she like to return… if she did a problem with her boy-friend, then our luck is really bad, we cant pass through that checkpoint…!

I suggest if The United Nations should give those stupid women four boyfriends, in order not to get angry with us and return us…

We went to find a taxi from Kalandia to Bethlehem, and that was really difficult for me..

At last we found a taxi, and the turning way took from our time about 3 hours!!!!

I hope someday these facts will be from the history, which is really awful..

I thank Jessica because she came with me…

by Tamer