Between Issawia and the Hebrew university: where's the integrity?

Tear gas fired at Issawia ascends to the buildings of the Hebrew university
.The sounds of helicopters , stun grenades, tear gas and  live ammunition fired are heard clearly throughout the classes.
Yet,  within the corridors of the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, nobody is speaking about that.
The smell of tear gas and the sounds of grenades exploding is concrete but there are many other means of oppression used to crack down on Issawia : during this months, two of three entries to Issawia are blocked by the army, preventing the residents to leave their houses upon will, children from going to schools, truck drivers to deliver supplies. Frequent army incursions leave the residents under the impression that the army is using the village as training ground,provokinf and causing an unnecessary friction between the army and the occupied civil population.
Above that, there are seemingly more 'sublime' methods of oppression enforced on Issawia at the institutional level: despite the high tax rates the residents pay to the Jerusalem municipality the municipal services are not provided on an adequate level: the roads in Issawia are in bad condition and new roads aren't being paved. There are no parks or other recreation and development projects. No soccer ground or playgrounds.
There is a severe shortage in classrooms and staff- classrooms are so crowded that in one class there might be 45 students per teacher. Building permits are being constantly denied creating a housing crisis. 'Israel is blockading us as it did to Gaza'.
I find it difficult to believe that all the policies I mentioned above are meant to ensure the safety of West Jerusalem. I am more likely to believe that these policies are aimed at ensuring the Israeli sovereiginity over East Jerusalem by pushing the Palestinian residents to move beyond the wall.
'The professors of the Hebrew University teach about human rights, moral values- why are they not talking about what is done to Issawia?'
One of the local activists asked during the joint protest that was organized by the local committee and the activist- students of the Hebrew University, an avant garde group small in numbers yet persistent. And I couldn't help but feel ashamed. And angry.
The Hebrew University, as pointed out by other activists, objects academic boycott as a mean of collective punishment but it is silent as the nearby village Issawia undergoes horrific process of collective punishment. This is a disgrace of intellectual integrity.and moral integrity.

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I'm also upset to know that Palestinian protests are only heard of once stones are thrown or people attacked.

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Jerusalem left activists are still standing

: What is the collective punishment policy in East Jerusalem?.
This policy involves massive shooting of tear gas into civilian homes, physical assaults on Palestinian pedestrians by Israeli security forces ( Which I have been a hearing witness to)
house demolitions, denial of civil services, charging of fines as punitive action, arrests of minors, land expropriation for illegal settlements, harassment and intimidatio
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Mindfulness

Do not let myself be fooled by fear
Or misguided by faith.
An ancient, nameless pain is living within me
I have seen crazy violence
I was a  crazy violent woman myself.
What am I good for myself ,
What good I am for this world
If I lose myself to the darkness?
I actually fear not the darkness the way I fear myself.
The way I fear the blinding darkness of myself.
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بدى اشوفك في القدس – Inshalla I see you in Jerusalem

بدى اشوفك في القدس
في الزمان القريب انشاءلله
Insha'alla I see you soon in Jerusalem
I miss you though we never
I know you my hommie
Of a city you've never set your foot in
Let's hang out
Let's have some coffee at one of the coffee stands
You drink it standing in the street, no seats,
Just coffee.
When I wake up I don't know what my city would look like
Soldiers, soldiers everywhere but
I don't feel safe anywhere but my own living room
Where I hear the blasts and helicopters all day long
Following my dreams
I miss my freedom
My love bounds me like iron claws
Nobody knows how much
Nobody knows anything about me
All my loved ones gone so far away
Beyond the wall
What  I once knew terrifies  me now
But I will not surrender
Though the city I love is turning me into a dangerous person,
The city I live in is making me into an enemy
But I will not sit still as they are hurting my people,
I will not find comfort in anything but mint and sage
I will not die to be forgotten
I will not cry until it's over
I will not cry until I see you in Jerusalem

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بدى اشوفك في القدس – Inshalla I see you in Jerusalem

بدى اشوفك في القدس
في الزمان القريب انشاءلله
Insha'alla I see you soon in Jerusalem
I miss you though we never
I know you my hommie
Of a city you've never set your foot in
Let's hang out
Let's have some coffee at one of the coffee stands
You drink it standing in the street, no seats,
Just coffee.
When I wake up I don't know what my city would look like
Soldiers, soldiers everywhere but
I don't feel safe anywhere but my own living room
Where I hear the blasts and helicopters all day long
Following my dreams
I miss my freedom
My love bounds me like iron claws
Nobody knows how much
Nobody knows anything about me
All my loved ones gone so far away
Beyond the wall
What  I once knew terrifies  me now
But I will not surrender
Though the city I love is turning me into a dangerous person,
The city I live in is making me into an enemy
But I will not sit still as they are hurting my people,
I will not find comfort in anything but mint and sage
I will not die to be forgotten
I will not cry until it's over
I will not cry until I see you in Jerusalem

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بدى اشوفك في القدس – Inshalla I see you in Jerusalem

بدى اشوفك في القدس
في الزمان القريب انشاءلله
Insha'alla I see you soon in Jerusalem
I miss you though we never
I know you my hommie
Of a city you've never set your foot in
Let's hang out
Let's have some coffee at one of the coffee stands
You drink it standing in the street, no seats,
Just coffee.
When I wake up I don't know what my city would look like
Soldiers, soldiers everywhere but
I don't feel safe anywhere but my own living room
Where I hear the blasts and helicopters all day long
Following my dreams
I miss my freedom
My love bounds me like iron claws
Nobody knows how much
Nobody knows anything about me
All my loved ones gone so far away
Beyond the wall
What  I once knew terrifies  me now
But I will not surrender
Though the city I love is turning me into a dangerous person,
The city I live in is making me into an enemy
But I will not sit still as they are hurting my people,
I will not find comfort in anything but mint and sage
I will not die to be forgotten
I will not cry until it's over
I will not cry until I see you in Jerusalem

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