Talk by Civil Advocate Mohin Odeh & his wife

 

(25/6) The event was at Barbur Gallery

West Jerusalem & was organised by "Free Jerusalem"- this is their Facebook

This is what  Free Jerusalem wrote  about the event

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سحديثوننا كيف تسير حياتهم في المساحة الموصلة بالقدس و المقطوعة عنها بآن واحد.
اكثر من مئة الف فلسطيني يعيشون خلف جدار الفصل، هؤلاء يشكلون ثلث تعداد الفلسطينيين في القدس، هم يعيشون بدون بنى تحتية، او خدمات او تحت اي سلطة من بلدية القدس او السلطة الفلسطينية.
في هذه الحارات النشطاء و الناشطات يديرون نضالهم اليومي ابتدأ بأبسط الأمور الى اعسرها.
تعالوا لتسمعوا عن نشاطهم و على الحياة في ظل الجدار

A talk with Palestinian activists from across the separation wall in Jerusalem.
How do life wםrk in a place that is separate and connected to Jerusalem at the same time?
More than 100,000 Jerusalemites are living today across the separation wall.
It is about a third of the Palestinian population of Jerusalem, that live with no infrastructure, services or governance by the Jerusalem municipality nor the PLO.
In these neighborhoods activists are struggling for the biggest and the smallest things. Come hear
about their activity and about the life under the shadow of the Wall

The activist speaking is Human rights advocate Moheen Odeh from Kufr Aqab and his wife.I didn't get her name. She has a master degree in Education but cannot teach because the conditions of the Palestinian education systems are so bad: the classes are over-crowded, the infrastructure- classes are without ventilators or air conditioning. The smell of burnt garbage makes breath sore. Moheen spoke about his legal activity- trying to appeal against municipal neglect- the garbage disposal & road infrastructure.

 

   

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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Butthurt : my response to @LinahAlsaafin

I am butthurt.

I am butthurt because I care.

I wish to stand in solidarity

with the Palestinian people who are being oppressed by country.

But my privileges set barriers,

block my hopes & dreams about Palestinian Arab Jewish society.

I want co-existence, dialogue, normalization.

I know those are things I can't have under apartheid regime.

I want to follow my conscious ,

I want to protest & resist ,

but it seems that even my most sincere attempts are

not good enough. 

Linah Al Saafin says that as an Israeli,

I should be working for change within my own community other than attending west bank weekly demonstration.

I am a private person, not an NGO.

Right now,

there is no active group in Jerusalem that calls for 1 state,

equal rights & right for return in Jerusalem & I lack the resources & ability to

mobilize people into starting such.

I think the best chance we have for change  for the Israeli society is by pressure from the outside,

as result of BDS movement activity.

I am also part of national liberation struggle, simply because I am not  a nationalist.

I can not, under any circumstances,

support violence against civil population.

Under those boundaries & limits,

I will go protest wherever I am wanted/ needed / useful,

& I will stand with those who are willing to stand with me.

man down. #Naksa day

The man's name is Ismail Khatib.

He lives in Sho3fat refugee camp.

He was marching in front of the people

carrying a black flag with a map

of Palestine & the key that

symbols the right of return.

And I saw his face as

They threw him on the ground.

Half a dozen of heavily armed soldiers,

. crushing  him towards

the cement road,

one man down

It was time to make an arrest.

It was time to make a human sacrifice

to the Idol of occupation.

The Idol of hate.

The Idol of brutal violence.

The Idol is hungry & can not be pleased with chanting

neither convinced by logic,

It was time to take a man down.So they did.

Took  a man down & throw him on the ground.

smashed him  Kick him. Choke him. Broke him.

Threw that man on the ground.

I threw myself on the ground too.

I am not part of their system.

I am a human & a sister too.

And from the ground, I could see his face.

The eyes of a wounded,

captured, tortured one,

he tried to tell me something,

to help him out or let him go,

but I could not understand what he said.

And they beat me up too.

They kicked me,

they stepped on my hand that tried to hold him.

They pulled my hairs & my head with my hair too.

Maybe one can learn how to take a beating.

I wish I could.

I am in pain.

And they took him

. they took Ismail Khatib away,

to where I don't know.

What else could  I do.  A man named Ismail Khatib.

#occupy 2- No rest for the occupied: sheikh Jarrakh 1.06.2012

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At night they raid homes and harvest people.

on daytime, they demolish homes,

I wake up every morning counting numbers,

memorizing  names, tracing locations.

It seems like everyone I talk to was arrested

, or likely to be arrested in the future,

or has a family member detained

It seems that everyone I talk to was beaten by soldiers

, postponed at checkpoints.

It seems that on the internet we constitute a future Palestine that does not yet exis

t but the  people I talk to in the streets just ask to be treated as humans.

I wish I had ten minds, 10 eyes, 10 ears, 10 souls so I could capture every dimension of daily life that the occupation impacts

But what I miss more than anything is time of silence.

When there are no breaking news.

The occupation creates an intense fabric of time, condensed, heavily loaded with events that one person can not fully perceive

That is a method to keep people oppressed.

I understand that. Things didn't necessarily get worse-  just now

we can hear more about it.

I am tired. I can't afford to travel to the west bank every week. I don't think I should either. There is enough going on in East Jerusalem anyway. There are frequent raids, arrests, demolitions and evictions in  Sheikh Jarrah, Bet Hanina, Isawiya-where the parks reservation division attempts to seize houses for a new national park.  Al Haq reports:

The lesser of two evils: self-demolitions in East Jerusalem

I would like to add that East Jerusalem illegal settlements, unlike west bank settlements are unique in terms of how they impact the local community life- similar to Hebron, the settlers' houses , built on occupied land or simply confiscated  and handed to the settlers are located within the neighborhood itself,  the colonizers live side by side with the people whose property were stolen, creating a constant source of provocation and conflict as well as disturbing order (due to the "security" settings that are "necessary" for the colonizer's safety) .

I arrived Sheikh Jarrakh  two hours before the protest vigil (right now, sheikh Jarrah isn't exactly an all-out demonstration, it's a rather domesticated action that attracts less people and media coverage). I sat down to eat something at Nashashibi Humus. I was not left alone. One of the workers joined to keep me company. He told me that even though he has a blue ID, he can't get an apartment in Jerusalem because rent is too high, and few landlords are willing to rent their houses to Palestinians, so he is forced to cross two checkpoints a day to make it to work. He asked me if I think the protest vigils will have any affect. I told him how I hope the media coverage will draw international community attention to the condition of human rights in Palestine. Despite the suffering he's going through at the checkpoints and the mess his blue ID cause him as a Palestinian who lives at the west bank, the young man stated that he wishes harm to no one, and just want the racism to end. I wish I had this guy's peace of mind. I frequently rage.

Short while after that,  veteran solidarity activists arrived , telling the story of recent Tuqua arrests, recalling past demonstrations, discussing how effective each activism location & method is, & reaching a mutual agreement that the occupation has enough resources to last for another 45 years.

"we are hammering a solid rock" summed it Roee with a metaphor." "the rock seem so solid but we don't know what strike will break it to pieces".

We finished the Hummus  & joined the protest vigil,  the crowd was compiled by internationals, and a few local Palestinian residents. I saw the flagmen, holding Palestine's flags quietly as icons of steadfastness, I thought their quiet protest was formidable, so I took their pictures. A boy named Nasser held the megaphone as he does every week, and we chanted anti occupation slogans. Like most people, I get soft around kids, and some of the chanting became playful activity instead a cry of rage. We picked up placards saying "free sheikh Jarrah" Mabrouk Aleyk falastin" and , stood in line facing the road. I picked up a sign with pictures of prisoners serving administrative detention in Zionist jail. "That is the son of my brother Hassan Saber, who is serving 27 months without sentence" said the man next to me.

The passing cars honked in support. Some drivers cheered us. some signaled V for victory with their fingers,

their responses lifted my spirit a bit after the grave conversation we held before. After a while, we all dispersed back home,

and I was a bit sorry I wasn't " fighting the occupation" fiercely by  dodging tear gas canisters but merely attending a peaceful gathering ,

but who knows, this could be a knock-knock to crack the solid rock a tiny bit more.