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Fifth instalment of Maxine’s kind-of blog – visits to Ramallah Quakers and the Jahalin

23 Thursday Oct 2014

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Bedouin, Jahalin, Jean Zaru, kindergarten, Palestine, Quakers, Ramallah

More confirmations for the rest of my remaining just-under-a-week here – I’m due to have lunch with Jean Zaru after Meeting tomorrow – then, if all goes as planed (new plan, as of tonight) – I’ll join the Jerusalem contingent to the al-Arakib demo at Lehavim Junction (that I already told Amos I couldn’t make – but that was before I knew about the organized travel). Arik Ascherman (of RHR-Israel) was the contact person, and I phoned him from skype. He assured me we’d be back by 8 p.m. or so, as I’d arranged to go for a restaurant meal with Danielle (my old friend and Jerusalem hostess) after that. Much of the rest of the week is still up in the air.

 Sunday, Sept 14: The best laid plans. . . . Even though I got up bright and early–or so it seemed to me–by the time I walked to the East Jerusalem bus station, found the bus for Ramallah, sat while it filled up sufficiently, and finally set off — it was already 11:30 by the time I reached Ramallah, and I got to the meetinghouse just as Friends were beginning to make their way to the annex for tea and cookies and a bit of socializing. There were a number of volunteers from a meeting in Oregon–probably evangelical or at least FUM (one of them mentioned George Fox College….), there to do some teaching for a month or two, if I understood correctly. We then adjourned to the Nazareth Restaurant and Jean explained that she had a previous arrangement to meet with me, and joined me at a table for two.

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We both ordered humus with fool (I always forget the proper name for that mixture), but Jean is gluten-free. What a fate in such a bread-centred culture! A friend brings her gluten-free bread from a bakery on Prophets’ Street from time to time (I must remember to bring some gluten-free goodies next time I visit). She shared the candy with the volunteers so “they wouldn’t feel left out” by her desertion to a separate table, and we had a good visit, including about 10 minutes of her speaking about the importance of BDS as a nonviolent means of putting pressure on Israel to end the occupation. She gave me permission to share it with Friends and Friends’ publications once it’s been transcribed and edited.

By the time I left Ramallah it was already two. Then, once I’d passed through Qalandia checkpoint (with no trouble at all–so far, no one has noticed [cared?] that the number on the little card that takes the place of the entry stamp in my passport doesn’t match the number of my Canadian document….)–and I phoned Arik to say I’d probably not make on time it to the meeting point for the drive to the al-Arakib demo, he informed me that everyone else had cancelled (he himself couldn’t go because of a board meeting), and there was no transportation. He suggested that I grab a bus from the Central Bus Station. However, even though I got off Ramallah-Jerusalem bus in French Hill and caught the evil Veolia light rail   20140914_08243020140914_084933

I still made it to the Central Bus Station just a little before four, only to be told that the bus leaving at 4 for Lehavim Junction would take “about 110 minutes” to reach that stop!!! No demo for me, then. Interestingly, the first place I saw a light rail station was in (Arab) Shu’afat, and I wanted to catch it there, but the bus driver explained that that station lacked the means to purchase a ticket! (“No box. You have to catch it at the next station” i.e., in predominantly Jewish French Hill).

While I was at the Ramallah Meetinghouse, I took advantage of its open wifi to skype Jeremy, only to find out that he’d decamped to Germany the previous day and wouldn’t be back until a couple of days after I’d left. But he gave me the phone number of a friend who, he said, could put me in touch with the Abu Ghalia family (the phone numbers I had for them, like so many others, out of reach in my missing address book). I called and spoke to Maryam and we arranged that I would visit the next morning (Monday), see the school, etc. , after which I would return to Danielle’s to pick up whatever I’ll need for the next couple of days in Hebron and Bethlehem.

Unfortunately I didn’t realize that a) the Maryam I made the arrangement with was NOT the daughter of Eid Abu Ghalia, who teaches at the school in Khan al-Ahmar (the threatened demolition of which is described in the excellent 27-minute video on http://www.jahalin.org), where school goes on until one or two in the afternoon), but a cousin who teaches at the kindergarten on the jabal–where the kids leave before noon. I, or course, arrived in Abu Dis close to noon, and by the time a brother had been sent to fetch me with a car, it was close to one. We chatted a bit–I and the Maryam who I thought was another Maryam–and she took me to see the empty kindergarten, and pointed out the girls’ 1 – 12 and boys’ 1 – 8 schools in an adjoining compound, also empty of children at that time.   IMG_2509IMG_2513

 I had a very nice visit with Maryam, who turned out to be from a third family (or a third branch of the Abu Ghalia clan?). I recorded her appeal for help to expand the kindergarten:

“Hi, I am a teacher in the … kindergarten in Arab el-Jahalin in Palestine, Jerusalem [district]. I ask you if you can help us in our kindergarten to make a second [floor], because we need that for–we want to make like two-room, one room for [each] age, because we have different ages, from 3 years to 5 years, and we have only one room. And we need another room [so there can be a separate place ] for three and four years, and another room to make a play room for the children for when it’s too hot to play outside at 10 or 11, and also in winter when it’s raining. And we need a room with a roof. And if you can help us with that, thank you very much.”

I’m pretty sure that donations for this purpose can be sent via Rabbis for Human Rights earmarked “Jahalin Kindergarten on the Jabal.”  IMG_2511IMG_2510

After I spent some time with Sarah’s family,

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including a little time visiting with Mohammad, who was lying on a couch in a separate room, recovering from a kidney stone operation–a monster-big kidney stone that they had sitting in a jar on the coffee table besides his couch–and a lovely meal with Sarah and several of the kids of super-tender (probably home-grown) chicken with spiced rice and crispy bits of vermicelli–absolutely yummy, I said I wanted to go see Eid. They said “Why?” “To say hello.” It’s a family that I’m not as close to as theirs, but I did see a lot of in the old days–and Eid was always the one who drove me to and from the Jabal in the past. So I went over there (accompanied, again, by one of the smaller kids, as I recall). The only English-speaker in Eid’s family was Maryam ( the one to whom I thought I was speaking earlier – who does teach at the Khan al-Ahmar school). Eid’s wife (who’s name I never properly learned) said, “Oh, you spoke Arabic better before,” which was definitely not the case. Interestingly, I did fine understanding and making my self understood with Sarah and her kids (Mohammed of course speaks Hebrew). When Maryam gave me her email address, I recognized it and realized the mix-up–in fact she told me that the KhA school was in session until 12:45, and I could have made it! I get the feeling that there’s some ill-feeling, as well as lack of communication, between the two families.

Before I left Sarah and Mohammed’s, I was given a tour of the yard, where chickens and even the odd goat were still kept, a small remnant of their previous livestock-based life–and of the upper floors, still under construction–

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an addition I suspect intended to accommodate the anticipated growth of the family after Mohammed’s apparently recent marriage to a second wife (an event mentioned almost casually by Sarah after we had seated ourselves in Mohammed’s sick room); and was encouraged to photograph chickens and such, but not the faces of the women or girls.

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It all worked out for me, in the end. Luckily I had bought three boxes of candy.

I walked from the Jahalin encampment back to Azariya. It was a really short walk, maybe a kilometre or less back to the main street. When I got there, I couldn’t see any buses. Somebody said in English, “Where are you going,” and I said “Jerusalem,” and he said “In five or ten minutes, there’ll be a bus.” Then I see a 36 bus arriving. That was the number I’d been originally told to take, so I started toward it. He said “No, not that one.” When I asked why not, he said something in Arabic, I think about my clothing, and kept repeating it. I presume he was saying that because I wasn’t covered (short-sleeved T-shirt, and no head covering), I couldn’t travel on a bus with men, or something. But I got on anyway. The driver didn’t have a problem with my garb. So I’m on my way. Hopefully this is a little faster than the 63 I took this morning, which stopped in every small village along the way, it seemed. The 36 is a minibus, and presumably there was some reason I was told to take that one by two different people, both Maryam (on the phone) and the guy at the Jerusalem bus station this morning.

When I reached Damascus Gate, around 4:30, I asked a service-taxi driver how late there would be transportation to Hebron and he said two or three hours, so I figured I’d be safe aiming for 6:30, although Gabriel sounded sceptical when I told him my plan. I made it back to the bus stop just before 6:30 and lo and behold, there was a numbered minibus loading up for Hebron.IMG_2500 Jean Zaru at the Ramallah Quaker Meetinghouse.

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Fourth Installment of Maxine’s kind-of blog from Palestine and Israel

11 Saturday Oct 2014

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Ezra Nawi, Jerusalem, Nabi Saleh, Palestine, South Hebron Hills, Ta'ayush

Sat 13 (third installment covered Wednesday and Thursday Sept 10 and 11)

Yesterday’s demonstration in the village of Nabi Sale (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/nabi_salih)  was a bit disappointing: it was very small; maybe a dozen or two villagers (mainly young men with slingshots), IMG_2391 and the stone hurling seemed to start as soon as the demo – as in N’ilin, unlike my experience of Bil’in. Sure, it’s symbolic.  But the soldiers and other Israelis don’t see it that way, so in the end it’s counterproductive, imho. In fact, I got the impression that the soldiers weren’t all that eager for confrontation, perhaps because the wind was blowing most of the teargas back in their direction, IMG_2395but whenever things quieted down, the boys would hurl more stones to stir things up again. Seemed to me senseless provocation. IMG_2402I got a lot of photos, though,

For some Nabi Saleh folks, the demos are a family affairIMG_2419IMG_2366

IMG_2405IMG_2373 and spoke with some interesting people.   I had been driven there in a car with three other activists, the driver, Hertzel Schubert, is an old-time member of Matzpen Tel Aviv. Unfortunately, he wanted to stay till the bitter end (I wasn’t comfortable being a ‘protective presence’ for stone-throwing youth and would happily have left early), so I couldn’t leave early for Ramallah in time to reach Jerusalem for the Sheikh Jarrah demo, since most of my stuff was in his car. The other two in the car (a couple of young Israeli women) ignored my questions; nowhere near as friendly as the Ta’ayush folks the next day (to give them the benefit of the doubt, maybe they were wearing earbuds that I couldn’t see.)

I did chat with a couple of Italian women at the demo ,IMG_2410 part of a delegation from an organization that advocates worldwide for access to water, and to a Syrian Druze journalist from the occupied Golan IMG_2400 who told me that, in his opinion, al-Jazeera, though fine on the Palestinian issue, is supportive of ‘terrorists’ in Syria, etc. (being based in Qatar) and in general not good on the rest of the Middle East. (“The Palestinians want their freedom, but the Syrian rebels are terrorists” or words to that effect), and said he prefers Asad, although he wouldn’t move to Syria, since he loves his home in the Golan. He mentioned a number of other news services. I think he said that he likes Ma’an, and mentioned a new one I hadn’t heard of (also starting with M).

One of the Italian women (Fiore, short for Fiorente), gave me the same argument about the symbolic nature of stone-throwing that I’d given Aaron the night before.  I must admit that hearing it from another person made it more obvious how hollow it is… I also chatted at some length with a man from the Netherlands who’s volunteered in Palestine (mainly in Jenin) several times. He recommended Cinema Jenin, and told me how it was founded by a man from somewhere in Europe who made a lot of money and also married a woman with money – and so was able to refurbish the old cinema in Jenin as well as a mansion nearby, which he turned into a hostel with all the ameneties. There’s a film about this, called Cinema Jenin, and he also recommended Jenin Jenin and The Heart of Jenin. In Ramallah, he recommended the Area D hostel IMG_2421(n.b. there is no Area D)  and the Wehdeh Hotel. Good to remember for my next trip.

I caught a bus to Jerusalem almost immediately from Ramallah, but missed the Sheikh Jarrah demo (arrived there 5:30 for a demo that began at 4…). I was told that they’re quite small these days. I went down to the Damascus Gate area 20140912_111405 to shop for the next day’s South Hebron Hills jaunt with Ta’ayush (“Bring food and water for the day, a hat and closed shoes,” etc.) and had just enough cash left to purchase a small raspberry slush.

I’d never seen the area in front of the shops at the bottom of Prophets’ Street so busy, with many stalls on the sidewalk and spilling into the street. It looked like the bottom of Nablus Road was closed to traffic, creating a pedestrian mall, as well. I suspect this is a Friday afternoon phenomenon.

Then I headed into the old city to look for a money changer. After finding one after the other shuttered for the day, and other merchants beginning to shut down, I started asking where I could find one open. A candy merchant offered to change $40 for me, but wanted me to buy 40 NIS (more than $10 US) worth of candy from him. I refused, said I could afford 10 NIS maximum, and he came down to 20. Afterwards, I realized I could use the candy as a gift, but I kind of resented being forced to buy something I didn’t really want (not the nicest candy . . .). Then, as I found my way out via the Jaffa Gate, I encountered literally a dozen or more OPEN money changer shops!!! Next time,…..

My efforts to get to bed by 10 (because of the 6 a.m. meeting time for Ta’ayush – http://www.taayush.org ) didn’t quite pan out, and I hit the pillow by 11:30 or so (had a nice nap Saturday afternoon to make up for it). I got to the meeting place (“Liberty Bell Garden”) in plenty of time, and realized that I didn’t know precisely where we were to meet. I bet on the gas station, and when there was no one in sight at 6:02, started walking toward the adjacent parking lot. Just then, my phone rang (as it had the day before, when I was waiting in front of #14 Levontin St in Tel Aviv – as I’d been told to – and everyone else was in front of the restaurant at #16). “Are you coming?” – “Where are you?” “In the parking lot” and lo and behold, there was a group of 10 or so of various ages standing by a transit van. And Ezra Nawi* with his Toyota panel truck. We got going within 5 minutes or so, picking up an Italian woman  ( most likely from Operation Dove – http://www.operationdove.org ) along the way, whom we dropped at another village. The trip was shorter than I anticipated based on Michael and my experience going from Hebron in ’98. It only took about a half hour from Jerusalem travelling on the “settler road” that the van’s yellow plates entitled us to.

We divided up into smaller groups and headed to three different locations. Amir, a smoker who looked to be in his 50’s, Itzik, a younger man, new to Ta’ayush, and I headed off into the hills IMG_2426 to join a shepherd who wanted accompaniment (i.e., deterence of settler attack by the presence of Israelis and/or internationals). Amir set a fast pace, and I impressed myself by keeping up most of the time (the exception being one relatively steep and stoney bit of down-hill) despite the smoke that sometimes wafted my way. Along the way, Amir pointed out where one extended family had lived until 1999, when the army chased them away and sealed the caves they’d been living in. “Closed Military Area – Fire Zone.” They also forbade them access to their may cisterns, IMG_2428which filled with silt over the years. One showed signs of recently having been cleaned out , IMG_2439 and Amir ascertained that it was indeed the villagers who had do this, and not settlers. When we were very close to where the shepherd we were to accompany now lived, we get a phone call saying that he had been detained because he didn’t have his ID card on him. Later we heard that Ezra had gone to the shepherd’s home and brought it to him. Meanwhile, Maria had tried to vouch for his identity but her word was rejected and she was told “you don’t volunteer with the police department.” The land is apparently legally registered to the family, and they’re hopeful about a pending court appeal.

We then headed back towards a hill-top army base, where the shepherd had been released, and he and Ezra, and others from our group had gathered. We sat around, drinking coffee and chatting, and a bit later, sweet tea with mint, while young boys kicked around a soccer ball  IMG_2457 on the clear ground in front of where the soldiers’ vehicles were parked, and half-a-dozen women sat in a circle nearby. Eventually we headed to Susiya village while Ezra went to buy felafel IMG_2468for all of us. Sitting in an open tent in Susiya we were served mango drink (35% juice minimum!) in 8 oz tetrapacs.IMG_2483 Really yummy. More chit-chat, then another walk (at a slightly more leisurely pace) to inspect a netting semi-tent that the settlers had erected beside a cistern nearby. IMG_2491Another case of land owned by local folks being taken over by settlers, who were now bent on expanding. I think a demonstration is planned for next week.  Farewell to the South Hebron Hills until next Thursday . . . IMG_2479

Back to Jerusalem – we arrived at the park by 1:30 p.m. or so! I walked home, via a (wonder of wonders!) city-sponsored public toilet at the edge of a park right on King George V street and my favourite free wifi location at the top of the Ben Yehuda Mall. I had written to CPT asking if I could stay a couple of days with them, and cc’d Kathy Kern, whom I named as the CPTer I had the most ongoing contact with, and she now sent a note saying I was ‘kosher’ (later in the evening, Gabriel from CPT wrote to let me know I was welcome).

Home to more food, a hot bath and hair-wash and a much-needed nap.

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* Some of us ‘old timers’ remember Ezra as the (then) anonymous plumber who used to distribute a rose to each of the (often 50 or more) women at the Women in Black vigils in Jerusalem every Friday back in the early nineties, now for several years a major activist with Ta’ayush in support of the people of the South Hebron Hills.

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Third installment of Maxine’s Pal/Is kind-of blog

10 Friday Oct 2014

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Third installment: I had a lovely lunch with Mimi from my [1959-60 Habonim] Workshop at a health foodish, partially vegan, partially fish and fowl type restaurant, but very creative, not far from the train station in Benyamina* a yummy vegetable couscous–whole wheat couscous topped with roasted vegies (eggplant, skin and all; carrots, onions, etc) topped with “bean cream” and what they called a vegan paella, which was red rice and lentils with some vegies and cubes of firm tofu that had been marinated in coconut milk. It wasn’t cheap (each of our bills was 74 NIS, including taxes and I think tip, so not so bad for a very nice meal, and they didn’t make a fuss about our sitting for a long time chatting and phoning (using their free-for-customers wifi), etc. My friend had recently moved there from the Jerusalem area to be near son and grandkids, and was not happy with how hot and sweaty her new home was.

So, I tried over and over to get ahold of folks in Gesher Haziv, and I even tried an old friend in nearby Atlit, but no luck, so I got rather confusing instructions from Rachel (Elana and David’s daughter) about how to reach her at home if I continued directly there or at work if I came the next morning . . . – partly my confusion and partly hers – but when folks on the train told me to get off at a particular stop in Haifa for the bus I required, the exit turnstyle rejected my ticket, since it was for an earlier station. So I thought, maybe this is a sign I should try Aaron and Iris in Gesher Haziv again. At this point, Rachel noticed I’d been trying to reach her, and called me (she explained she hadn’t seen my texts because she’d been on the phone for an hour), and when I asked her about what bus to take to get to her, she said she didn’t know.

By then I had decided I didn’t want to attempt to follow such vague directions at this hour of the night (with dark approaching) in a part of the country I’m not all that acquainted with, so I decided to give Aaron and Iris in Gesher Haziv one more try. BINGO – Aaron answered and said to come on up. I let Rachel know I’d see her at work the next day, and –with a certain amount of relief–extended my ticket north to Naharia, where Aaron would pick me up. It’s always nice to visit them. In fact, Aaron is one of the few members of my 1959 Habonim Youth Workshop group that I’m still in more-or-less ongoing contact with; especially now that Hannah isn’t speaking to me any more and Marlene has written me off as having “turned against [my] own”–SIGH!

I ended up having another rather depressing conversation. Aaron is convinced that a two-state solution is the only feasible one–although without a real idea of how we’ll get there–because he doesn’t think that we and the Palestinians can live together peacefully on account of what he perceives as deep “cultural differences” as well as what he sees as the overwhelming influence of militant Islam in the region on the one side and militant Zionism on the other, and that sort of thing, which (along with Jewish and Christian extremism) will “need to run its course…” although I’m probably missing a lot of subtleties here. He was getting a bit hot under the collar at some points when I challenged some of his assumptions. For instance, I would give an example that was an exception to some of the generalizations he was making, and he would say, “Well, that’s just a single thing; you’re not looking at the Big Picture,” and so on. I think some of what I said made him uncomfortable and, being a thoughtful person, maybe he’ll think about them. For instance, he was talking about how things might be going well in a nonviolent demonstration, but then, if even little kids start throwing stones, that gives the soldiers an excuse to be violent. He seems to think they should all be a bunch of Gandhians, and that if they were, that eventually they’d win like Gandhi did.

But hey, as far as I understand, in Beit Ummar–at least during the weekly demonstrations–that’s what they did, and it didn’t help prevent violence by the soldiers. But he says, “That’s only one example…” So it’s totally impossible to argue with him. He, as always, is quite opinionated. And although I respect his thinking, and it’s definitely worth taking his ideas into account, I should remember not to get overwhelmed. Just because Aaron is convincing doesn’t mean he’s always right. He is for a settlement boycott–but just products, not individuals or even institutions. Anyway, we had a nice breakfast.IMG_2356Aaron dropped me off at the train in Naharia, I got down to Haifa and caught the right bus for Kufr Kana, and Rachel picked me up at the bus stop and drove me to the Sindayanna (http://www.sindyanna.com/) warehouse and offices inside the village. She showed me around the place, and I took pictures. The Palestinian-Israeli women who she works with didn’t look all that pleased to have a visitor, somehow. They looked quite grim, altogether, particularly the supervisor, who was moving stuff around and didn’t want to pause to have her picture taken.  20140911_051734

Turns out the CEO of Sindyanna is Hadas Lahav, whom I knew from when I did translations for Challenge Magazine back when it was published in Jerusalem! (www.hanitzotz.com/challenge). She was finishing something up and under some pressure of time. We did chat briefly. She recognized me, but thought she knew me from Women in Black in Tel Aviv and apparently didn’t recall that I’d been a volunteer translator for Challenge for several years in the nineties. I sat around for a while while Rachel finished her work, and then I realized that if I joined them for their end-of-season restaurant meal in Nazareth, I’d never make it back to Tel Aviv on time. I also didn’t feel all that welcome, even though Rachel had invited me and Hadas assumed I was joining them. They dropped me off at the bus stop, and I was really lucky in that the bus I needed came within about 5 minutes. Even so, it was a touch after four by the time I got to Tel Aviv, and nearly five when I reached the building housing the Zochrot offices. There were no signs indicating Zochrot’s whereabouts, however, and I couldn’t even see a way to get up to the fourth floor. So I phoned, got Voice Mail, and left a message that was never returned.

Then I started heading in the direction E and D had told me would lead me to the location of the Pappe talk. The best part of the evening was that I stumbled on this wonderful little restaurant with a very limited menu, but offering one of my favourites–humus and foul together–for just 10 NIS. It was super yummy, and came with some kind of tasty sauce on top, pickles and two hefty, thick pitot. There followed a bit of a comedy of errors, with my getting directions from E and D, writing them on my napkin, losing the napkin, calling back, and being told I needed to turn on HaCharoshet street, which no longer exists. That is, the street still exists, but not under that name (David insists that his map is just fine, but this street name appears to have been change quite a while ago, as no one local that I asked had ever heard that name; I eventually found one sign with the old name in parentheses–and another landmark he mentioned had also vanished).  20140911_110335

When I finally arrived at the place, there was no sign of an impending talk by a well-known figure, and when no one but me had arrived by 5 minutes before the talk was scheduled to start, I called E and D again, and they checked again, and  reported that the venue was actually in the Zochrot offices! Elana then told me how to find the correct entrance to that maze of building , and up I went to the 4th floor, only to find, again, no signage AT ALL! Only signs indicating that most of the inhabitants of the floor were either travel agents or law offices. After going up and down several hallways, I called E and D again, at which point Elana gave me a room number (which hadn’t been on the announcement), and I found one more hallway, which ended in the number (400) – et voila, the talk was in progress.

Interestingly, it was quite a young group, which bodes well for the future of this group, but meant I didn’t see anyone I knew except for Mahmoud Muna from the Educational Bookshop in East Jerusalem (www.educationalbookshop.com) ! All the 20 or so chairs were occupied, Mahmoud and a couple others were sitting on the floor, but I knew my back would not be pleased if I joined them there. I found a place to stand only to realize I was right behind one of the volunteer translators who wasn’t aware that when you translate for the person next to you, your voice should be pitched so as not to reach much beyond that person. I found I couldn’t focus on either the Hebrew or the English, which competed at similar volume, and since I saw that the event was being filmed by folks with professional-looking equipment, and determined to contact zochrot (www.zochrot.org) to find out where the vid would be posted–AND LEFT.

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* Benyamina – a town near the Mediterranean coast between Tel Aviv and Haifa, with hot, muggy summer weather, unlike the higher and dryer Jerusalem area.

 

 

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From Electronic Intifada: Turning the Palestinian right of return into a practical reality – video

08 Wednesday Oct 2014

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Turning the Palestinian right of return into a practical reality – video

Submitted by Ali Abunimah on Fri, 10/25/2013 – 15:53

Palestinians have fiercely defended their right to return. But what would return actually look like and how can they make it happen? A thought-provoking video from Badil gives an introduction to some of the practicalities and ongoing efforts.

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Outposted blog, memoir, creative non-fiction

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Coordinating Quaker Efforts to Bring Peace and Justice to Palestinians and Israelis

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We Are Palestine: The Faces, People and Dreams!

Ten Reasons Harper is Not Good for Jews

A Letter to Canadian Jews Thinking About Their Vote

Unist'ot'en Solidarity Brigade

Camp News & Registration Site

Canada Talks Israel/Palestine

Let's raise the issue, but lower the temperature.

Samidoun: Palestinian Prisoner Solidarity Network

The Villages Group: Cooperation in Israel-Palestine

Adding Voices

Just another WordPress.com site

CPT Palestine

Supporting nonviolent resistance to the occupation: a blog of Christian Peacemakers Teams in Palestine

Canadian BDS Coalition

...working together to promote justice for Palestinians.

A Mosaic For Peace

this blog will describe my journey as an Ecumenical Accompanier with the World Council of Church's Ecumenical Accompaniment Programme in Palestine and Israel from September to December 2011, from February to April 2013, and my volunteer work with the Hebron International Resources Network in 2014 and 2015

Symon Hill

Author, tutor and campaigner

4justpeace

Accompaniment in Palestine and Israel

Shalom Rav

A Blog by Rabbi Brant Rosen

Jane Harries' Blog

Quaker, educationalist, linguist, mum, cook, swimmer and human rights activist.

Aaron Sharif's Israeli Chatterbox

Nonviolent Resistance to the Israeli Occupation

Our Way to Fight

The struggle for justice in Palestine-Israel

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