Walk Through Jenin
April 17, we entered the Jenin camp for a third time,accompanied
had met Thawra the night we first entered Jenin. She came into the
crowded, makeshift clinic organized by Palestinian Medical Relief
Committee workers, cradling Ziad, an 18 day old infant born on the
first night of the attack against Jenin. Like most of the young
Palestinian workers volunteering with the Medical Relief Committee,
she wore ahijab and blue jeans. She had slept very little in the
past ten days, working constantly to assist refugees from the camp.
Her fiancée, Mustafa, was missing. Many people whispered
to us that they were sure he was killed inside the Jenin camp, but
that Thawra still hoped he was alive.
was Thawra's first chance to find out what had happened to her home.
She and her family lived on the first floor of a three story building.
Mustafa lived on the third floor.
the camp, we noticed spray painted images that Israeli soldiers
must have made the night before. On the entrance gate to one building,
in blue paint, was a stick figure image of a little girl holding
the Israeli flag... Next to it was a star of David with an exclamation
point inside the star.
passed Israeli soldiers preparing to leave the house they had occupied.
Five soldiers and an Armoured Personnel Carrier positioned themselves
to protect a soldier as he walked out of the house carrying the
garbage. "Five soldiers and an APC to take out the trash,"
said Jeff. "That's a sure sign that something is radically
of the homes at the edge of the camp are somewhat intact, although
doors, windows and walls are badly damaged by tank shells and Apache
bullets. Each home that we entered was ransacked. Drawers, desks
and closets were emptied. Refrigerators were turned over, light
fixtures pulled out of the walls, clothing torn.
thought of the stories women told me, earlier that morning, about
Israeli soldiers entering their homes with large dogs that sniffed
at the children as neighbors fled from explosions, snipers, fires
and the nightmare chases of bulldozers.
will take a very long time.
we climbed higher, entering the demolished center of the camp where
close to 100 housing units have been flattened by Israeli Defense
Forces, we heard snipers shooting at a small group of men who had
come to pull bodies from the rubble. Covered with dust and sweat,
and seemingly oblivious to the gunshots, the men, all residents
from the camp, pursued the grim task. With pickaxes and shovels,
they dug a mass grave. They pulled four bodies out of the rubble,
including that of a small child. Little boys stood still, silently
watching. One of the many soldiers who stopped us as we walked into
Jenin City, several days earlier, told us there were no children
in the camp during the attack. That was a lie. But now I wonder
if it may have become a strange truth. The concerned frowns on the
little boy's faces belonged to hardened men.
older boy, perhaps 10 or 11 years old, helped carry his father's
corpse to the mass grave.
sat down on a rock and shook his head. "After September 11, I drove
toward New York City, and all along the highway carloads of volunteer
firemen sped past me, coming from all over the country, to help
at Ground Zero. Here, bullets paid for by US taxpayers are being
fired on people simply trying to bury their dead."
family trudged single file, silently, uphill through the debris,
carrying their belongings on their heads. Their faces were wracked
with grief. One woman carried an infant in her arms. No one spoke
as they approached the hilltop. At the top of the hill, in front
of a house that was still somewhat intact, a large family was seated
as though posed for a family photograph, surrounded by devastation.
led us to what was once her home. The house is still standing, but
every other house in the area is completely demolished. She quickly
collected some clothes, then went to the third floor and returned
holding Mustafa's blue jeans in her arms. Her eyes welled with tears.
We began to wonder if she had lost all hope of finding Mustafa.
her home, we met 8 year old Ahmad. He had found six shiny, small
bullets which he showed to his neighbor, Mohammed Abdul Khalil.
Mohammed is a 42 year old mason, also trained as an accountant.
Having worked in Brazil and Jordan, he now speaks four languages.
In Spanish, he told me that he built many kitchens in this area.
Mohammed nodded kindly at Ahmad.
few feet away, Hitan, age 20, and Noor, age 16, dug through the
debris with their bare hands to retrieve some few belongings. Hitan
found a favorite jacket, torn and covered with dust. She fingered
the pockets, then set it aside. Noor laughed as she unearthed a
matching pair of shoes. Then Hitan saw the edge of a textbook and
the sisters began vigorously digging and tugging until they pulled
out five battered and unusable books. Noor held up her public health
textbook. Hitan clutched The History of Islamic Civilization.
see these girls, they are laughing and seem playful," said, Mohammed,
again speaking in Spanish. "It is, you know, a coping mechanism.
How else can they manage what they feel?" Hitan stood and pointed
emphatically at the small hole she and Noor had dug. "You know,"
she exclaims, "underneath here, there are four televisions and two
computers! All gone. Finished."
stared sadly, then persisted with her search for information about
asked Mohammed if he knew a man sorting through a huge mound of
rubble next to where we stood. 'He is my cousin. That was our home.
He wants to find his passport or his children's documents."
Mohammed's cousin then sat down on top of the heap that was once
his home, holding his head in his hands.
army surveillance plane flew overhead.
are clear," said Mohammed. "We are not animals. We are people with
hearts and blood, just like you. I love my son. I want the life
for my family. What force do we have here? Is this a force?" He
pointed to the wreckage all around us. "Do we have the atomic bomb?"
"Do we have anthrax?"
we walked away, Jeff pointed at another bone sticking out of the
debris. We stepped gingerly around it. Thawra dipped down to pick
up a veil lying on the ground, then paused a moment and placed it
over the bone.
Kelly helps coordinate Voices
in the Wilderness, a campaign to end the economic sanctions
against Iraq. She traveled to Israel /Palestine in response to calls
from the International Solidarity Movement and other organizations
working to reduce violence in the region and nonviolently resist
Israeli Occupation of Palestine.
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