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A bad day among many in Nablus

P | 31.08.2003 13:23 | Anti-militarism | London

Things in Nablus have got a little crazy over the last week or so. The army re-invaded the Old City, imposing curfew making house to house/shop to shop searches, blowing off doors willy nilly, occupying homes and making the families stay in one or two rooms, trashing homes, wrecking produce and livlihoods.

The IOF breaking yet another human rights law by using a human shield
The IOF breaking yet another human rights law by using a human shield

ISM'er forcibly prevented from documenting the use of a human shield
ISM'er forcibly prevented from documenting the use of a human shield


My sleep patterns were obviously disturbed by these uninvited guests shooting randomly at nothing but the ghosts in their heads all night long - the resistance [or what resistance there is left, that isn't serving prison sentences without trial] had left the city in fear of being rounded up and sent to the Negev for an undisclosed period of time.

I made a wish that they would leave the Old City and it came true on the morning of Thursday 28th August, however, they promptly showed up in Balata Refugee Camp so my dreams of rest and recuperation after five days of soldier watching/chasing/getting gassed and shot at by was over. On the morning when curfew in the Old City was lifted and we were on our way to Balata, we heard from Abu Hussein [our host in the Old City] that the soldiers were still occupying a house and that there was a family inside. So off the six of us went not thinking anything of it. It seemed like the perfect situation we would just pop in see if the family needed anything, alert the medical relief teams and then we would be off to Balata - there was even a juice shop right across the street so we could get our morning fix of freshly squeezed orange juice. This juice shop was to play an integral part in the unfolding of events.

Mika and I stayed outside buying the juice - three fruit cocktails and three orange juices, while Kelly, Taimour, Saima and Mark went inside to check on the situation. 15 minutes later Mika and I became a little concerned as to why the others were taking so long and were not answering their phones. So across the street and up the stairs we climbed to be met by a soldier telling us we could come in and join our friends or we could go away. At this point it was clear that our friends were being detained. They managed to call out to us that there was a family of 18 people inside and that they desperately needed food. We dutifully bought food - tomatoes, cucumbers, bread, yoghurt and milk - thinking that the other four would only be held for a short while. After delivering the food and sitting outside consuming the fruit juices it became clear that this was not the case.

At the request of the four inside, operation phone the bureaucrats began. The British Consulate found it an impossible situation to comprehend thinking that my friends were being detained by Palestinians and lecturing me on the travel restrictions and telling me it was dangerous. At this point I was thinkng 'well you don't say' as two tanks and some jeeps came rolling past [even though curfew had been lifted]. Well I shouldn't rat on the British Consualte too much at least I managed to speak to a person. At the US Consulate I was greeted by a recorded message that waxed lyrical about buggies and prams not being permited in the Consulate building and how they could not except credit cards for about three minutes before I had the option of 'if you are ringing in the case of emergency'. I dutifully pressed 8 as instructed by the voice only to be told that this was an invalid request. I tried three more times having to endure the buggy and pram announcement before I was forced to leave a message in the only place available - the concerns about passports and visas department. By this time my friends had been detained for about 2 hours.

Then the tanks and jeeps that had rolled past a few minutes earlier decided they were bored so they would shoot small Palestinian children and tear gas pregnant women. By this time I was really beginning to worry about my friends inside as the soldiers hiding them were not exactly the friendliest of sorts and now I was getting shot at with rubber bullets and tear gassed to top it all off. While all the time I knew that we were needed in Balata where the army were systematically terrorising a whole community. My fears for my friends became more intense when I received a call from the British Consulate, who had finally managed to grasp the situation, telling me that the internationals in the house [my friends] would be arrested and deported. Great!

By this point I was prepared to just walk right up to the next border police jeep I saw and ask them to take me too. I was certainly not going to let them take my four friends without them having to deal with me also. I was now managing to make contact with the others inside the house, which calmed me down somewhat, although I was still convinced that they were about to be bundled into jeeps at any minute. So I stayed outside the house or in the immediate vicinity, enduring the hassles of the IOF and looking out for the border police who would come to take my friends away.

A text message from Saima saying the soldiers had told her that they would release them at 7pm [nine and a half hours after they were detained] lifted me some way out of the dark place I had fallen to while sitting on the pavement awaiting the fate of four people I had come to care deeply about. However, being a pessimist by heart, I still feared the worst.

Then at 6:45pm I saw the four of them descend onto the pavement and I honestly think I have never been so happy to see people in my life. But there was not long to celebrate, the IOF were still reeking havoc all around us and eighteen Palestinians remained detained in their home.

And the worse part of all of this, as is the pitiful excuse for the occupation, is that the days' actions were perpetrated all in the name of security. But security for whom? The people of Nablus? My friends? I think we know the answer to this and it is not a pleasant one in this age of liberal democracies and global interaction.

P
- Homepage: http://www.palsolidarity.org, www.ism-london.org

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ISM protect bomb making factory, encourage killing of civilians

31.08.2003 23:59

Actually, my little terror loving chum, the second picture you posted shows an ISM moron trying to prevent a BOMB MAKING FACTORY being destroyed - he was actually trying to re-enter the building while the charges were being set.

Personally I think the IDF should have forced you all in there at gunpoint, rather than trying to keep you at a safe distance... but then a quick death really is too good for child murdering scum like you... in fact a slow and painful death is better than you deserve too.

Sadiq abu Faruq Al-Mutadee


Wake Up Sadiq

01.09.2003 07:46

Where do you get your information?
From the IDF I imagine.

1.ISMers are non-violent activists and have never been involved in any murders
of anybody.There has never been any proof that any of the hundreds of ISMers who have taken part in actions have ever been involved in any violence against civilians or soldiers.

2.While Palestinians have very right to make bombs to protect themselves from an occupying army and throw off a colonial oppressor by force, as you yourself would if you were in the same position, most Palestinian houses are not bomb making factories but family homes.Meanwhile Israel is one of the largest arms manufacturers on the planet and is supported with vast miltary aid and technology by the United states government-THE largest bomb factory on the planet.

3.Please look again at the figures of murdered Palestinian children
by Israeli soldiers and recognise who are the most consistent child murderers in this conflict.

c.

Ceri


The truth about "Sadiq"

02.09.2003 17:02

It was very interesting to see that post by "Sadiq".

The response to the second picture is superficial. When I first saw it I also noticed that the Palestinian was not right at the front of the group of soldiers.

I thought for a moment and realised that using a human shiled consisting of one person to protect three soldiers would only work in a very confined space, like a corridor. At the moment the picture was taken this was not the case, but the Palestinian was obviously being led somewhere by the soldiers.

The human shield tactic would have come into play once the group decided to enter further into the house.

As for our friend "Sadiq" it is ironic that a lying zionist would choose that name to hide behind. Sadiq in Arabic means "truthful". It is hardly a new tactic for cowardly zionists to hide behind false identities but this is an Orwellian situation, similar to The Ministry of Peace.

Funny how the reset of the report went unchallenged, and the writer restricted himself to nitpicking details in a picture.

Furat Al-Samaraie


Just to reassure Sadiq and any other friends of his

27.10.2003 13:24

Sadiq, just incase you believe your own lies, I can assure you that my friend in the picture was not trying to protect any bomb factory. I don't expect you or your zionist cronies to believe me, which is why we have footage of everything that happened that morning - and it was aired on TV. Regardless of whether the IDF had found a bomb factory or not, they had no right to take the Palestinian man - shown in the picture from house to house with his hands tied behind his back since 2am that morning! They even had the cheek to tell us he was voluntrily helping them! Well I'm sure he voluntarily had his hands tied behind his back as well then did he Sadiq??!

Siama