{"id":2720,"date":"2007-11-29T14:56:34","date_gmt":"2007-11-29T19:56:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/karmalised.com\/?p=2720"},"modified":"2007-11-29T15:06:09","modified_gmt":"2007-11-29T20:06:09","slug":"29-november-international-day-of-solidarity-with-the-palestinian-people","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/karmalised.com\/?p=2720","title":{"rendered":"29 November: International Day of Solidarity with the Palestinian People"},"content":{"rendered":"

Take Action: Day of Solidarity with the Palestinian People<\/a><\/p>\n

November 29 is the International Day of Solidarity with the Palestinian People.<\/p>\n

Find out what you can do to take action.<\/p>\n

Read More \u00bb<\/a><\/p>\n

May be forwarded<\/em>.<\/p>\n

We can choose…<\/strong><\/p>\n

By Mazin Qumsiyeh<\/a> <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n
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We can choose to be the pebbles that cause the ripples in the swamp or the rocks that anchor the status quo of decay, violence and oppression. We can choose the support of a lasting and just peace or to support forces calling for surrender and endless wars. We can choose support for life and the living or we can choose death and destructions (convincing ourselves that wars help our positions). We can choose to insist on separations and segregation (apartheid, hafrada, us here them there) or we can choose to assert our common humanity. We can also choose to bemoan problems or to take matters into our own hands to effect the needed change.<\/p>\n

No issue in the world today is as central to world peace and stability than the conflict in Western Asia (the so called colonial term of “the Middle East”). As the US pumps billions more to shore up endless wars to serve tiny special interests and use fear of terrorism to mollify world public opinion, our choices cannot be more monumental especially if we live in Western Asia, Europe and the USA.<\/p>\n

There was no mention of Palestinian rights, International Law, or human rights in either the “road map to peace” or in Bush’s speeches or “the memo of understanding” read at Annapolis. So will you choose to support that or will you choose the other side: rights and International law. And more importantly, regardless of what choice you make, will you act??<\/p>\n

Today is the International Day of Solidarity with the Palestinian People adopted by the UN General Assembly (UNGA) December 2, 1977 as a reaffirmation of implementing Palestinian rights and International Law. The UNGA stated unequivocally and by an overwhelming majority of countries voting yes that they are: “Reaffirming that a just and lasting peace in the Middle East cannot be established without the achievement of a just solution of the problem of Palestine based on the attainment of the inalienable rights of the Palestinian people, including the right of return and the right of national independence and sovereignty in Palestine, in accordance with the Charter of the United nations”. http:\/\/www.un.org\/depts\/dhl\/palestinian\/<\/a><\/p>\n

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In a number of cities around the world, human rights advocates commemorate the tragedy of the theft of Palestine and the ethnic cleansing used to create the largest remaining refugee population in the world. But we also celebrate the resilience and the resistance of all oppressed people, we celebrate our common humanity, and we celebrate the great actions done around the world by people of conscience for peace with justice. Many of those people (of all backgrounds) sacrificed so much for standing up to what is right. But I never heard one of them express regrets. In fact, all state how activism enriched their lives (e.g. meeting wonderful people and creating friends we would have never met otherwise), made them who they are, gave a meaning to life, and helped us (as the Buddhists say) “have joyful participation in the sorrows of this world”. I heard from hundreds of such activists (see sampling at http:\/\/www.qumsiyeh.org\/honorlist\/<\/a>) that activism is the best thing in their lives. Recently we lost a few activist friends (e.g. Damu Smith, Imam Qasim Sherief, Ned Hanauer and Ali Hebshi). All indicated in their last few months of life that activism was one of the best things they did in life. Activism by the way is not too complicated (see examples of things to do here http:\/\/www.qumsiyeh.org\/whatyoucando\/<\/a> ). Even showing up at events is halfway to success of our struggles. So today, let us go to events or call a few friends over to hold an event this evening or at least wherever we are with people, talk to them and engage. As regards to this day of solidarity, there are events at the United Nations both in NY and in Geneva and cities around the world where people of various backgrounds show their solidarity and insistence on a rights based approach to peace. Here in CT, there will be a showing of two films (Children of the Nakba and The Gaza Strip) at West Haven Public Library, 300 Elm Street at 5:30 Today\/Thursday (free food, open event) and a banquet to raise funds for an ambulance for Jenin Hospital on Saturday with keynote speech by Dr. Ghada Talhami (http:\/\/www.lakeforest.edu\/academics\/faculty\/talhami\/)[email<\/a> me ASAP if you can attend or contribute]. These and thousands of other events over the next 365 days will be carried by hundreds of organizations around the world (all with the theme of Nakba centrality; ie.e right to return and self determination as central to peace). We can choose to stay home or to join and be part of the ripple effect.<\/p>\n

Lest we forget what is at stake in these choices and that the Nakba is not a past single event but a continuing catastrophe, see this new link to End the Siege in Gaza (at least 20 Palestinians died in the past few weeks because Israel prevents access to medical care): http:\/\/www.end-gaza-siege.ps<\/a><\/p>\n

Finally, today I received this story from Rich Wiles and I share it with you because I think it appropriate for the best sides of “solidarity” and how this one of millions made a choice to be with the oppressed rather than the oppressors.<\/p>\n

[Life in Balata Refugee camp] Behind the Wall \u2013 \u2018Family\u2019<\/strong>
\nby Rich Wiles<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jameela looked radiant in orange and blue, a beautiful denim dress with a sewn in orange shirt finished off with a huge bow at the front. Her brown leather shoes also carried a bow which stood out from the fold-down lace of her tiny white socks. At one side of her head a red and yellow bobble secured a bunch firmly in place. Raghda had chosen leopard print trousers and matching long sleeved shirt on top of which she wore a black t-shirt emblazoned with the words \u2018High Rock Girl\u2019. Over her shoulder hung a small matching leopard print handbag and as always her huge sparkling brown eyes and glistening smile lit up any room in which she stood like a beacon of light. Jameela\u2019s smile was equally heartwarming as we all walked down the street hand in hand. It was clear from the throngs of smartly dressed people out in the streets that everyone had made a similar effort to don their finest wares. But it was a special day, it was Eid Al-fiter, the festival that marked the end of the holy month of Ramadan.<\/p>\n

Jameela is three years old. Raghda is one of Jameela\u2019s four older sisters and about eight. As we walked through the narrow streets of Balata camp together in the sun, slowly so as to account for Jameela\u2019s little strides, Raghda told me proudly that she had shekels in her bag today. Adults give children gifts of money, often a shekel, to children for the festival and Raghda was excited that she had her own little supply today. She asked me where I wanted to go but I didn\u2019t really mind, I was just happy spending time with them. She wanted to show me the little park that was open with four swings and a miniature and ancient looking creaky Ferris wheel of sorts that went little more than two metres high at its uppermost point. The girls went on the swings together and posed for some photographs, smiling as always. Raghda wanted to go on the wheel, she wanted me to see her at the top. I tried to pay the shekel for the ride but she refused immediately. As the wheel turned two young faces beamed down at me and then disappeared again as it rotated, before bouncing back as full of life and hope as ever. Raghda waved and clapped every time she saw me, whilst Jameela just grinned and gripped the rusty metal bar of their little carriage as though she was riding a Disneyland rollercoaster\u2026 but then maybe that\u2019s what so many lives have become now.<\/p>\n

We left the tiny fenced-in sandpit that was providing so much fun for the camp\u2019s children and walked down to the lower end of the camp which backs onto fields before running away towards Nablus\u2019 hills. Jameela chattered away to anyone who was listening, and Raghda and I communicated as best we could with my broken Arabic. Children looked quizzically at us as we walked, some knew Raghda and asked about her family, others looked at me, and then at the girls, before nodding at me:<\/p>\n

\u201cAjnebi?\u201d (\u201cForeigner?\u201d)<\/p>\n

Before I could answer Raghda would always interject:<\/p>\n

\u201cLa, hoo falasteeny, hoo achoy!\u201d (No he\u2019s Palestinian, he\u2019s my brother!\u201d)<\/p>\n

As she said it she looked up at me proudly, squeezed my hand, and smiled. Every time we neared one of the many small grocery stores around the streets of Balata Camp Raghda would stop and turn to face me:<\/p>\n

\u201cRich Shu bidak? Shu bidak Rich? Chocolata, cola\u2026?\u201d (\u201cRich what do you want? What do you want Rich? Chocolate, cola…?\u201d)<\/p>\n

I would politely refuse and offer to buy the girls a drink but my little guide would not allow it. Every time I did this she seemed disappointed and, frustrated, would put her little collection of shekels back in her miniature cat-print handbag. After this was repeated two or three times my stupid stubbornness, or pride, or whatever was telling me to refuse, crumbled. Raghda\u2019s face lit up as I accepted her offer of a cold drink and then she meticulously picked through a cool box full of soft drinks in a cramped little grocery store looking for the coldest. I bought a couple of small chocolate cakes and we stood together in the shade of alleyways no more than a metre wide enjoying our treats. Jameela ended up wearing more of the chocolate cake than she ate, but she was happy nevertheless. Raghda was even happier once I had accepted her offer of a drink. It was a rare day for her to walk around the camp dressed-up with a couple of shekels in her pocket, much as it was for any child in Balata, and all she wanted was to share her treat with me.<\/p>\n

Balata has become like a second home to me in Palestine over the last few years and much of that is down to the family with whom I have had the honour of staying in the camp over this time. The girls are two of seven siblings in the family, all of whom have become like brothers and sisters to me. Jameela was very young when I first stayed with them and it took us a while to get to know each other, now she happily runs me in circles playing hide-and-seek, I love to spend time with her as I do with all the family. There were only six of Abu Abud\u2019s sons and daughters in the house when I first began staying there as one of the two sons, Abud, was in prison like so many others from Balata. He was 15 when he was imprisoned. So when Jameela was born she didn\u2019t know her brother, she couldn\u2019t see him. She never saw him in person until he was released from prison a year or so later. When I first met Abud he had been released only a month or two earlier, I had seen many photos of him and it was good to see the family back together, but I could also see how confusing it was for Jameela, she just didn\u2019t know him. Things are different now, and their relationship is just as loving and affectionate as all the others in this tightly-knit family unit as Jameela has grown to know her brother.<\/p>\n

A few days before the Eid Festival we were all sat together in the family living room. We had just finished watching \u2018Bab Al Hara\u2019 \u2013 the Syrian TV series that captivated people across Palestine with its nightly tales of resistance to occupation, albeit Syrian resistance to French occupation rather than that modern day colonialist enterprise which dominates life in Palestine. The family have been no different to most others in Palestine in their nightly choice of viewing this year. Raghda and I had been playing \u2018noughts-and-crosses\u2019. The phone rang, it was the girls\u2019 uncle. Abu Abud chatted away eagerly as he does on many nights to his brother. Then Jameela came to speak to her uncle on the phone. Her father held the phone so she could talk but instead she began to sing \u2018Shater, Shater\u2019, Nancy Ajram\u2019s pop song which has been the hit of the summer in Palestine. She clapped and sang away down the phone, smiling as ever as we all laughed. As she sang it struck me that here was another family relationship she was trying to build with a relative that she had never met. She knows her uncle\u2019s face from the huge prison portrait that hangs behind the television in the living room, but she has never met him though she talks and sings to him regularly down the phone. Jameela will be a few years older yet before she finally gets to meet her uncle, if he is released from prison on time. This is how children are forced to grow-up in Palestine, building relationships with family members through photographs and, if they are \u2018lucky\u2019, telephones. Thousands and thousands of children are living like this, separated from their relatives because of prisons or bullets, and soon Jameela would have a new little brother or sister as her mother was heavily pregnant, another child who would be forced to grow-up separated from her nearest and dearest.<\/p>\n

I share a room with Abud when I stay in Balata. Many nights we have sat up until all hours in his room, sometimes because of the deafening barrage of IOF automatic gunfire and explosions bouncing off the walls in the camp, other times just talking, more often than not a disturbing combination of the two. We have often talked about his arrest and time in prison. He has shown me his old photograph albums of the friends he grew up with. As he flicks through the pages he comments on the young boys in the photographs, his childhood friends:<\/p>\n

\u201cFi sission, fi sission, mayiet, fi sission, mayiet\u2026\u201d (\u201cIn prison, in prison, dead, in prison, dead\u2026\u201d)<\/p>\n

Other nights he has shown me his collection of prison letters and drawings. He still keeps his little notepads in which he drew whilst locked-up. Most of the images are in ink, sketches of hands wrapped in barbed wire, a map of Palestine bleeding, Che Guevara, a Palestinian flag. Occasionally odd pieces of text, usually just single words, float somewhere on the page. One reoccurring word is \u2018hop\u2019 (\u2018love\u2019), another is \u2018huriya\u2019 (\u2018freedom\u2019). Abud would often laugh when he saw \u2018hop\u2019:<\/p>\n

\u201cAy hop? Wein el hop? Wein mumkin inlaqi el hop fi sission?\u201d (\u201cWhat love? Where is the love? Where do we find love in prison???\u201d<\/p>\n

One night he gave me a small bracelet that he made in prison in the colours of the national flag, and a ring to go with it. I didn\u2019t want to accept something that I thought would be so personal, but he insisted, and often checked that I wore it. He would also ask me about life in Europe, about how it felt to travel, to live without Occupation, checkpoints, and martyrs. Abud can only dream about living with such basic rights, he cannot leave Nablus, he is not allowed through the IOF checkpoints which surround the city.<\/p>\n

By mid-November, Abud, Jamela, Raghda, and all the rest of the family were eagerly awaiting the birth of their new family member. The time finally came and Abu and Um Abud left Balata in the direction of the hospital. Everybody was very excited. The birth went well and around 8pm the two proud parents returned to the camp cradling a new baby daughter called Tasbeeh, which means \u2018always thank God\u2019. She was a beautiful ray of hope for everyone. But Tasbeeh would come to learn in the first few hours of her life about the world that she had been born into\u2026<\/p>\n

Around six hours after mother and baby had arrived back in Balata Camp their house was surrounded by dozens of IOF soldiers. Tasbeeh had not even enjoyed one nights sleep with her family when her peace was shattered as sound bombs exploded and the butts of M-16\u2019s pounded on their metal front door. As Abu Abud opened the front door just after 2am more sound bombs were thrown in to the house. Tasbeeh was crying amongst all the explosions as the IOF barged in and began questioning Abu Abud. Then, amongst the explosions somebody went quiet. Tasbeeh stopped crying:<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026my wife ran to her. Her mouth was filled with blood. My wife turned her over and tried to help her to breath, she was massaging her back and chest and trying to get the blood from her mouth\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

After a few seconds Tasbeeh\u2019s little chest began to move again. She was still in the first few hours of her life when she had this, her first encounter with the IOF, and it nearly killed her.<\/p>\n

Abud and his brother were forced outside into the dark night. There, they were made to stand against the front walls of the house whilst the IOF smashed their way through their property. When the IOF left Abu Abud\u2019s house they left behind destruction and devastation, and they left an imprint on a child\u2019s mind in the first day of her life that will stay with her until the last. But in their actions the IOF also guaranteed that another little member of this family must now grow-up separated from her brother, much as Jameela had to in her earliest years. When the IOF smashed their way into the house they were carrying their usual array of lethal munitions, when they left they took with them part of the family. They arrested Abud again, he is now 18 years old.<\/p>\n

Abud had been eagerly awaiting the birth of his new sister much like all the family, but now he is gone, and she will have to grow-up without her big brother. Abu and Um Abud were still very worried about Tasbeeh. Later when Um Abud went to check on her new daughter she found blood coming from one of Tasbeeh\u2019s ears, they immediately rushed back to the hospital fearing some kind of injury from the explosions. Tasbeeh had blood cleaned from inside her lungs by dedicated doctors in a Nablus hospital. The doctors also fear that Tasbeeh has lost one of her eardrums because of the explosions, but said they would prefer to wait until she is a few months older before beginning to run further tests.<\/p>\n

When I heard the news about Abud and Tasbeeh I felt sick, it was a day that had started with so much family anticipation and excitement. I thought about how less than a month earlier we had all enjoyed Ramadan and Eid together. How we had talked about the birth of a new child. I remembered how when I was hospitalised after being involved in a car crash in October Abud was the first person that I rang, and how his family came to collect me from the hospital and took me home to care for me. I remembered Jameela\u2019s phone call to her uncle in prison, and her first years without Abud, and thought about how the whole cycle was now being repeated. I thought about one dark night in Balata Camp that began with a beautiful new arrival and ended with a sickening departure. About a new life that began and almost ended amongst the explosions, bleeding, and separation, of its first night in this world. About a new baby who may or may not have had the chance to lay eyes on her big brother before he was dragged away for a length of time dictated by no law other than that of his occupiers. I thought about guns and sound bombs, about telephones and photographs.<\/p>\n

And I thought about family\u2026
\n(This article is dedicated to family in Balata Camp – whose names I have changed but whose spirit is unchangeable; and to my brother ‘Abud’ (18 years old) – currently under \u2018interrogation\u2019 at the hands of the Occupiers.)
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\nVideos on Nakba (list and other resources at endtheoccupation.org)<\/p>\n

Palestine Remembered – Nakba Oral History Interviews
\nhttp:\/\/www.palestineremembered.com\/OralHistory\/Interviews-Listing\/Story1151.html<\/a>
\nOnline videos of recorded interviews<\/p>\n

Arab Film – Al Nakba: The Palestinian Catastrophe 1948
\nhttp:\/\/www.arabfilm.com\/item\/2\/<\/a>
\nDocumentary film about the Nakba, available for purchase or rental<\/p>\n

You Tube – Palestinian Women: Stories of Nakba in their Villages
\nhttp:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=SgcHlXmFQoE<\/a>
\n10-minute clip of interviews with Palestinian women<\/p>\n

Palestinian Refugee ResearchNet – Videos and Documentaries
\nhttp:\/\/arts.mcgill.ca\/mepp\/new_prrn\/research\/research_videos.htm<\/a>
\nSeveral video clips -stateless people in Canada, Lebanon<\/p>\n

Dreams of a Nation http:\/\/www.dreamsofanation.org\/films.html<\/a>
\nLog of films by Palestinian directors dealing with Palestine<\/p>\n

Palestine Online Store http:\/\/palestineonlinestore.com\/index.html<\/a>
\nVideos for sale<\/p>\n

Mazin Qumsiyeh
\nqumsiyeh.org<\/a>
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