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no place to live

February 24, 2008

Reading this latest report from the Palestinian Centre for Human Rights (PCHR), in the Gaza Strip, I think of the many picnics I’ve seen…gatherings, a break from the norm (but in Gaza’s case no, there is never a break from the norm that is the terrorizing and shelling from the Israeli army, not to mention the starvation, dearth of medical supplies, dearth of food and drinkable water, of a life to live for essentially…). I think of my own family and how we cherished sunny days and spreading a checkered tablecloth and laying out picnic treats on warm day. I think of other countries I’ve visited: Cambodia, Korea, Tibet, India, Germany, France, Tunisia,…where I saw or participated in picnics…It is a universal joy, no?

It isn’t universal, however, that the picnic will be disrupted, torn apart rather, by a sudden missile, one which lands on the picnickers and dismembers them, aside from killing them instantly.


Three Gaza picnickers killed by Israeli missile


Palestinian relatives of one of three Palestinians killed by an Israeli missile mourn outside the hospital of Beit Hanoun, northern Gaza Strip, 23 February 2008. (Wissam Nassar/MaanImages)

The Palestinian Centre for Human Rights (PCHR) strongly condemns the Israeli war crime perpetrated in the evening of Saturday, 23 February 2008, east of the town of Beit Hanoun in the northern Gaza Strip. Three Palestinian civilians were killed by an Israeli rocket fired as they were on a picnic in the Nazaz area east of the town.

The Centre’s preliminary investigation indicates that at approximately 3:40pm on Saturday, Israeli Occupation Forces (IOF) fired a surface-to-surface missile from one of its bases along the Gaza Strip border. The rocket targeted three friends in a bamboo hut in a field belonging to the family of one of the victims in the Nazaz area east of Beit Hanoun. The targeted area was approximately 1.2 kilometers away from the border with Israel. The rocket landed in the middle of the three civilians who were preparing food during their picnic in the field. They were instantly killed and dismembered. Their remains were taken to the Beit Hanoun Hospital. They were identified as:

  • Mohammad Talal al-Za’anin (20), university student from Beit Hanoun
  • Ibrahim Ahmad Abu Jarad (20), driver from Beit Hanoun
  • Mohammad Hasan Hussein (22), an employee from Jabalia

After the incident, an IOF spokesperson was quoted on the Yediot Ahronot website claiming that the army targeted armed Palestinian rocket launchers. However, the Centre’s investigation refutes the claim, and affirms that they were civilians on a picnic in an open field. They were roasting meat and waiting for other friends to join them for dinner. The bombardment occurred before the others arrived.

Who were these young men? An Israeli army spokesman, in the army spokesmen’s broken-record fashion, claimed the missile targeted rocket launchers. They use that claim a lot, don’t they? Like in Lebanon, when the Israeli army targeted the UN building, in which the Canadian peace-keeper was killed and now suddenly Canada cares a little –but just for it’s own people, not for those unmentionable Lebanese and Gazans that met the same fate during Israel’s war on Lebanon or on-going war on Palestinians.

According to the PCHR, the 3 young men were all in their early twenties, a university student, a driver, and an employee.

In their early twenties. I think of my Korean friends, with whom I would on weekends go for picnics, set up a camp-stove and roast vegetables and other edibles. What if that fate had befallen them? I am panicked by this thought.

But I am also panicked by the knowledge that this happened to Palestinians. More so, perhaps, because with their exponentially mounting death toll, don’t we all just pray that we won’t read of another war crime such as this, another attempt at living crushed with typical Israeli army brutality?

These reports repeat like broken records also. 3 civilians killed in northern Gaza today… 8 civilians killed in central Gaza today… a young child shot in the head…X houses demolished in Rafah yesterday…X acres of agricultural land razed by the Israeli army last week… On and on and on and on and on…

But that does not mean that we should tune out, block out the broken record, equate these very real, very present, daily tragedies to part of the “conflict that has been going on for so long” as the media would have us do.

I speak with people here, fresh from being over ‘there’ in Palestine, where these daily tragedies are very real and present. And well-intentioned people here inadvertently fall prey to the media: “I just don’t understand those people (who are those people??)? Why can’t they just get along? Oh, it’s a conflict that has been going on since time immemorial…”

No, no, no, no. It is not that complicated. There are two distinct major parties: Israel and Palestine. Palestine is Occupied, Israel is the Occupier. The West Bank is very clearly occupied, by the army, by illegal settlers (colonizers, let’s be frank) and their illegal settlements, and all the military infrastructure that go with them. Gaza is clearly occupied by the Israeli army who control every border point along the walled-in strip, as well as every basic human necessity (food, water, electricity, fishing waters, movement, humanitarian aid, building materials…).

And now this fresh massacre, in the footsteps of the killings, invasions, injuries, and human rights violations of the week preceding it:

IOF killed 6 Palestinians, including a child, in the Gaza Strip [Feb 14-20]

During the reporting period, IOF conducted at least 23 military incursions into Palestinian communities in the West Bank, and arrested 48 Palestinian civilians. To date the number of Palestinian civilians arrested by IOF in the West Bank since the beginning of the year stands at 432.

“Abdul Karim Mohammed al-Ghalban, 24, was killed by a gunshot to the chest when he was on his way to his agricultural land… ” [Sunday, 17 February, al-Shouka village, southeast of Rafah]

“At approximately 16:00, IOF troops opened fire at houses in the area. As a result, Tamer Mohammed Abu Sha’ar, aged 11, was killed by a gunshot to the head while he and his family attempted to escape from their house due to the intense IOF gunfire.” [Tuesday, 19 February, Wadi al-Salqa village in the central Gaza Strip]

And then there is the fine print, the details of the destruction of homes and personal belongings which comes with these military incursions:

“…the missile hit the rooftop of a 400-square-meter house belonging to Hassan Hussein Kalloub, in which 18 people live. The roof, the kitchen and the bathroom were all destroyed, although no casualties were reported. In addition, nine neighboring houses were damaged.” [Friday, 15 February,‘Izbat Bein Hanoun area in the northern Gaza Strip.]

And there is the on-going siege on Gaza, ever-mounting death toll of medical patients:

3 Patients Dies and Ambulances Stopped Operation Due to the Lack of Fuels


August 16, 2007

A phone call from M in Rafah leaves me dumb and numb.

He thinks the recent IOF slaughter in Khan Younis is the start of something big.

“How can I use my privilege?” I asked him. “How can I influence my governments, my people, bring awareness and change?”

“I don’t know.” There was a long silence. I told him to take care, then immediately apologized for coming off so trite. How do you take care when being air and land bombed?

And I remember the Abu J family dancing in midday heat under the shade of their tent; I recall countless instances of young children touchingly concerned for even younger kids –or for me, offering tea with such graciousness. Memories of kids making do with barren, dusty, potholed surroundings, smiles bigger than I remember from my own safe childhood, playing football, sledding down a Tel Rumeida hill on a push-dolly, flinging out Dabka steps, shimmering to pop music from Egypt and Lebanon…

And I’m sure, Fatah or Hamas, kids and people are the same in Gaza, which is currently –yet again –being pounded by Israel.

There’s the family who, last week, welcomed me and another volunteer into their Hebron home, though we arrived after 10 pm and not actually knowing anyone present.

Sultan had earlier in the day told me of his sister’s wedding to occur the following day, minus significant family members stuck in Gaza. The sister was heartbroken, he said, that the family wouldn’t be together. He’d asked me to stop by the pre-wedding celebration that night.

But they graciously welcomed us, showing more interest in and hospitality to us than we deserved, unexpected strangers crashing a wedding party in tragic times.

I look at the words M brings together from his observations and from other news. It gives me deeper insight to the largely unreported tragedies occurring daily in Gaza, as well as the sporadic positive events and celebrations.

When I see the photos he takes, I cannot image seeing death like that on a near-daily basis. I cannot imagine the futility and bitterness that must grow with each click of the shutter. I can’t image how he gets any sleep at night, or gets past his own personal tragedies.

tired of peace talks

August 14, 2007

I’ve just come from an Israeli-organized Israeli-Palestinian peace event, where many of the Israeli participants were young, funky, dreadlocked men and women who talk of peace.

Combatants for Peace  
spoke there, Osama and Shimone giving their testimonies, Wael and Itimar fielding questions.

A few older Israeli women threw out accusatory questions on suicide bombers and Israeli military-resisters.

I drifted away.

Down roads lined with healthy fields, past a gas station and a military memorial museum –between which no less than 20 sprinklers tended a vibrant patch of grass –and along a trail.

Paused to admire some unusual bird calls, sniff the unfamiliar odor of moisture in the air –from the 20-sprinkler-strong lawn irrigation, the lush growth all around, the reservoir ahead –and watch the sunset illuminate trees and distant hills. Was struck by how far away, within this small stretch of land formerly known as Palestine, Hebron and Susiya were, with their thirst for water.

Gaza is on another planet, so cut off and unimaginably different it seems. Followed the path around, turning up another just as a small fleet of IOF jeeps trundled past.

The Israeli peaceniks, some do appreciate Palestinians’ daily trials and obstacles. And a great many are oblivious.

I admire Orr, and even Itimar who today talked of having vowed he would kill 200,000 Arabs with ease in order to defend Israel. He is, of course, changed, aware, fighting non-violently via education and dialogue to awaken other Israelis. They take on the hard-liner patriots, like the women of today.

M sent me an edit today. More Gazans killed in another IOF alleged hunt for “wanted men” and targeting of bystanding civilians.

It is all so tiring, all this Occupation and denial of history. And the re-playing of history, where the once-occupied become the Occupiers.