{"article":{"id":17550,"heading":"Report from Gaza, Palestine","author":"Tamara Rettino","created":"2002-07-08 13:01:25","modified":"2002-07-09 19:21:43","last_modified":"Wed, 10 Jul 2002 02:21:43","article":"<p>The writing on the bullet ravaged wall said \"If you destroy our  <br>  <br> houses you will not destroy our souls.\"  <br><br>  <br>  <br> We spent four days in Khan Yunis and Raffa, the southern most city in  <br>  <br> all of Gaza, right on the border of Egypt. Everything there is more  <br>  <br> intense, the heat, the poverty, the devastation, and the spirit of  <br>  <br> the people. The people here can see the ocean, can dream of wading in  <br>  <br> the mediteranian, but have not been able to reach the beach for over  <br>  <br> two years. The population of Raffa area is around 140,000 in 24  <br>  <br> kilometers. The Israeli settler population is between 100-200 people.  <br>  <br> To \"protect\" these settlers and settlements (many of which are nearly  <br>  <br> empty) the military has imposed grueling checkpoints and fences(a  <br>  <br> mother and her two very small children were shot in the head at the  <br>  <br> Khan Yunis checkpoint yesterday, which has no real security purpose  <br>  <br> as nothing is searched and no id's are checked), has evicted hundreds  <br>  <br> of families, and has completely demolished over 250 homes and  <br>  <br> partially demolished a similar number. Every night we were in Raffa  <br>  <br> more homes were destroyed. We came to the Hai Al Brasil camp in the  <br>  <br> morning to find nine homes gone (the only warning given was the first  <br>  <br> ramming of the bulldozer.) Shoes, cleaning supplies, and sweaters  <br>  <br> were sticking out of the rubble, a fig tree uprooted with fruit still  <br>  <br> fresh and green.Families asked us to stay with them to help protect  <br>  <br> them from the shelling and the bulldozers. We alerted the media, and  <br>  <br> made banners to hang from the windows announcing our presence and  <br>  <br> reminding the soldiers that \"The Whole World is Watching.\" However,  <br>  <br> when we arrived the families, without any history or knowledge of  <br>  <br> direct action and us being the first real ISM group in gaza, changed  <br>  <br> their minds and felt we might attract more attention to them. It was  <br>  <br> really frustrating,as most things in Raffa were, but we are dedicated  <br>  <br> to following the lead of the locals and only doing actions with their  <br>  <br> approval and help. Most of our work in Raffa was just meeting with  <br>  <br> officials and laying the groundwork for future ISM groups. What we've  <br>  <br> found, particularly in Gaza where the ISM is new, is that it is  <br>  <br> really important to first build relationships with the people here,  <br>  <br> and then gain their trust before busting in to start direct  <br>  <br> action.The Palestinians have a very specific way of doing things, a  <br>  <br> wonderful hospitality, but the pace is much slower then we  <br>  <br> pushy \"americans\" are used to. We are so well fed right now. It  <br>  <br> contrast to the fear of hunger we experienced under curfew in  <br>  <br> Ramallah, the families here have been laying out spreads that would  <br>  <br> impress a king. We sit in rooms lacey with bullet holes and eat  <br>  <br> hearth warm pita, spicy fel fel, and lemon soaked tomato salads.  <br>  <br> Everywhere we go they serve tea, coffe, and soft drinks before we  <br>  <br> barely sit down. One of our first nights in Raffa happened to be the  <br>  <br> 4th of July. I can't tell you how happy I was to be spending it here  <br>  <br> instead of there, I do not envy you the patriotic bullshit you must  <br>  <br> have been subjected to. We had been invited to stay at an athletic  <br>  <br> center which was very very warm inside, so a few of the women opted  <br>  <br> to sleep on the roof. Our host,Ali, smiled and said, \"Ah...just wait  <br>  <br> you will be lulled to sleep by the music of Raffa.\" We were very  <br>  <br> confused until minutes later choruses of machine gun fire began. Ali  <br>  <br> assured us we were quite safe, and that this is an every night  <br>  <br> occurance here. (We met several mothers who told us stories about  <br>  <br> psychological and emotional affect this has had on their children.  <br>  <br> Two year olds crying out at night that the Israelis are going to come  <br>  <br> kill them, a three year old who stopped talking after his neighbors  <br>  <br> house was razed.)The gunfire became more and more intense, and we  <br>  <br> heard several explosions. We tryed to relax and take the attitude of  <br>  <br> the Palestinian we have talked to who upon seeing our tears tell  <br>  <br> us..\"This is our life. We don't get upset. This is just the way it  <br>  <br> is.\" But when we actually SAW the \"rockets red glare and bombs  <br>  <br> bursting in air,\" we decided to head inside. It's unbelievable they  <br>  <br> live with this nightmare all the time.  <br>  <br> At one point many of us felt like we were falling to pieces, like we  <br>  <br> couldn't keep it together at all. We were trying to get into Al  <br>  <br> Mawasi, a town near the ocean that has been cut off form everything  <br>  <br> for a long time.The soldiers wouldn't budge, and barefoot street  <br>  <br> children were swarming us. The boys were beating relentlessly on a  <br>  <br> little girl, and for the first time I just began crying inconsolably.  <br>  <br> With the shrieking of the soldiers in the background, I could see so  <br>  <br> clearly that the behavior of these children was a direct result of  <br>  <br> the violence of the occupation. When we stopped to rest I wrote the  <br>  <br> following stream of consciousness\/list: <br>  <br> too much to soak up, I can't hold it all, the poverty, the violence,  <br>  <br> the culture, the hospitality under dire conditions,dirt, bullet holes, <br>  <br> graffiti, posters of martyrs, checkpoints, donkey drawn carts,  <br>  <br> barefoot children with grabbing hands, women in black hijab, houmos,  <br>  <br> pita, syrupy sweet sodas, glass after glass of sugar sweetened tea,  <br>  <br> blind begging men, cigaratte smoke, ocean full of jelly fish, felafel  <br>  <br> stands, rotting teeth, the cut scarred faces of children, roadblocks,  <br>  <br> camoflage, the ring of machine gun fire,the swoosh boom of missiles,  <br>  <br> the skepticism and the thank yous, women walking with bundles on  <br>  <br> their head through trash filled streets, the over wrapped sweating  <br>  <br> babies, the screaming soldiers, the heat, the stench, the fear, the  <br>  <br> desperation, welcome to hell, dotted with isreali flags...how can I  <br>  <br> ever wear my star again? Fruit stands, watermelon, bottled water,  <br>  <br> communal eating, affinity group, negotiations, trying to figure out  <br>  <br> how we can make it all go away. <br><br> We met with the mayor of Raffa, Said Zourob, he sits in a circle in  <br>  <br> the sand outside his home every day so that people in the community  <br>  <br> can come bring problems to hime after office hours. He tells us 48%  <br>  <br> of those killed by the IDF in Raffa are under the age of twelve. He  <br>  <br> tells us the occupation has made things so bad that people are  <br>  <br> struggling just to survive, they don't have time to think about  <br>  <br> resistance. But he warns us that the practices of the IDF are  <br>  <br> dangerous...\"If you make us more crazy...it is against the security  <br>  <br> of Israel.\" He shoos the women off to meet with his wife and  <br>  <br> children. His eldest daughters attend Univeristy studying majoring in  <br>  <br> econmics and engineering. The whole family is bright and talkative.  <br>  <br> The spill out their stories to us, while pushing bowls of humous  <br>  <br> towards our mouths.Here in Palestine the elite and the working class  <br>  <br> have common experiences and a common enemy. Even in their elegant  <br>  <br> homes they upper classes are not protected from the horrors of the  <br>  <br> occupation and the sound of gunfire at night.  <br>  <br> We had the chance to meet with, Dr. Ghazi Hamed Hamed, a  <br>  <br> respresentative from Hammas. He is by far one of the most interesting  <br>  <br> and suprising people I have met here. Calm, well spoken, and very  <br>  <br> upfront. He spoke frankly, and gave us a picture of Hammas that we  <br>  <br> would never imagine in the west. He told is about the organizing they  <br>  <br> do for those in need, the construction of schools and social service  <br>  <br> organizations. They also have a womens group, \"some people  <br>  <br> misunderstand us.We do not discriminate against women and there is  <br>  <br> nothing to prevent them from being leaders.\" He also said that  <br>  <br> although he supports the Palestinian right (as detailed in  <br>  <br> international law) to armed resistance, he does not personally  <br>  <br> support suicide bombings. However he reminded us that many people  <br>  <br> feel that is the only way they can fight against the  <br>  <br> occupation. \"Bush is stupid. He's acting just like Sharon,\" he told  <br>  <br> us,\"Pushing the war machine, which will create a million Osama Bin  <br>  <br> Ladens.\"  <br>  <br> After meeting with Ghazi we visited the Childrens Parliment. It was  <br>  <br> one of the most amazing things I have ever witnessed. Children  <br>  <br> gathered together to voice their concerns and vote on ways to  <br>  <br> address the problems. These children were very small some only around  <br>  <br> 8 years old, but they spoke with great understanding and maturity.  <br>  <br> The spoke of the problem of being shot at on the way to school.  <br>  <br> Little children learning to process and respond in democratic ways  <br>  <br> that I've never seen in the USA. One of the littlest girls had been  <br>  <br> in the car when her father, and several siblings were killed by an  <br>  <br> Israeli missile. The only surviors were herself and her mother. She  <br>  <br> got up without prompting and sang a song, with clenched fist and  <br>  <br> closed eyes, about her father. She sang, Where are you my daddy..when  <br>  <br> are you coming home. I know you are not coming back, but I  <br>  <br> understand. You were a fighter, doing what you must to fight for our  <br>  <br> land, to fight for the freedom of Palestine. <br><br> Salaam, <br>  <br> Tamara <br>  <br> <\/p>\n","contact":"matashkati@yahoo.com","link":"","address":"","phone":"011 972-56-489-346","parent_id":0,"mime_type":"text\/plain","summary":"update from member of ISM in Palestine","numcomment":0,"fileurl":"\/uploads\/","filesize":null,"article_url":"\/news\/2002\/07\/17550.php"},"attachments":[],"comments":[]}