We were "on the road" 10/31 - 11/3. For two of those nights we stayed in hotels that were pretty empty. Tourism has really suffered here - which is most evident in
On our way to Jenin, to visit the Palestinian Fair Trade Association (PFTA) and the Olive Harvest festival, we had to leave our bus and divide up between several vans. I think that the bus and driver did not have the 'proper' ID to travel in that area. The roads were insane and the drivers drove like it was the Audubon. One of the guys in the delegation was sitting up front with the driver and he was complimenting the driver on the music he was playing - it was a popular Palestinian artist. The driver then said "I like" as he put in a new tape. All of a sudden the van was filled with Hotel California (the live version). The lyric "You can check out, but you can never leave" took on a new surreal meaning.
In Berquin we saw where the fair trade oil is bottled and heard the story of the fair trade movement in
We left the festival for our home stay families, and there was some confusion of who was going where. I am not sure if I ended up where I was supposed to be, but I ended up where I needed to be. On the way we stopped at olive processing plant, where the men were very proud to show us their work. When we arrived at the home where we were staying, I think everyone had already gotten ready for bed. But they were so gracious - the mother made tea and coffee and served cookies. Everyone in the house got up to talk with us - they were so interested in learning about us and in sharing their story. They had a lot of questions - I even took a stab at explaining American farm policy. The father (the local Fatah leader) had heard that in
The next day we helped to harvest olives - though I question that we were much help. The family was most interested in talking with us and eventually we all ended up inside - the men on the back porch and the women inside. We met a couple of very charming sisters who delighted in sharing their English with us. This family had their own well, which we learned later was a rare thing. The father was very proud in offering us water to take with us when we left.
Later we learned more about PFTA and saw Jenin camp, where the Israelis had bulldozed homes and businesses in retaliation for suicide bombings (many bombers have come from Jenin and the "martyrs posters" were everywhere). We also took a trip to the martyrs’ cemetery and saw the Jenin horse which was constructed from cars demolished in the raid - even a portion of an ambulance was visible. That night we returned to Ramallah to stay at, yes, the Best Eastern (complete with an Olive Garden and Popeye's restaurants). I was lucky in getting my own room. I liked my roommate, but I was ready for some alone time. We had dinner with Jean Zaru, the clerk of Ramallah Friends meeting. It was good to hear about the work that they were doing. The next day we returned to
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Olive Harvest
Yalla Yalla
To anyone taking this kind of journey - I suggest take a couple of weeks out of "real life" after you return. Real life is jealous and guards its time against anything that would take you away from it. I feel guilty not devoting enough time to this "new life" but the old one, where so many responsibilities are, demands my attention. There are so many things I need to do, still; articles and letters I want to write, a presentation I need to finish and still yet more reading. Everyday more information floods in on this wonderful thing called the Internet.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Living Under Attack
On our second day we drove to Sderot where up to 50 Kassam rockets fall each day, launched by militants in
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Day 1 - 10/30/07
October 30th was our first full day in the
Sunday, November 18, 2007
This must not become just a memory!
Well I am back, safe and sound. I have been spending the last week trying to figure out how to integrate what I know now, and how to go forward. I feel a sense of urgency, and a feeling of ‘displacement’ – a sense of being out of place and out of time that has nothing to do with jet lag. I have the strong urge to run up to perfect strangers and tell them “You need to know what I know!!”, but I do not want to be arrested or committed, so I don’t. Prior to leaving I said I felt like I had two jobs – my real job and the job of getting ready to go. I still feel like I have two jobs - my real job and the job (the responsibility) to tell everyone the story – the truth that is
I think I will start with general impressions that I have taken away from the experience. Then in further posts I will go through our itinerary to give you a deeper look at what I saw.
The first thing I should say is that although I am not optimistic for the future of
With that said, the “two state solution” is all but dead. It is not possible to see the facts on the ground, to read the maps, to experience the military presence, to navigate the maze of ‘walls’, fences and checkpoints and the “Israeli only” infrastructure with out knowing that the Israeli government never intends to leave the occupied territories.
It is hard to watch the news now that the
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Truth to Power
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
The End of the Road
The "security wall" is not about security at all. The systematic appropriation of Palestinian land, separates Palestinian from Palestinian, not Palestinian from Israeli and continues to make the Palestinians invisible to the Israeli population. This section of the wall crosses the Jericho road, cutting off access to the main route to Jericho, within Palestinian territory.
Today we will be visiting areas of the West bank away from Jerusalem, and I will not be able to post until we return on Saturday.