Qalandiya, Fri 3.8.12, Afternoon

Observers: 
Roni Hammermann, Vivi Sury and Tamar Fleishman (reporting)
03/08/2012
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Afternoon
Seriously? Does this make us safer?

Translating: Ruth Fleishman

 

Third Friday of the Ramadan

 

 

"We work only according toorders. Nothing can be done!" said an officer.

There really was nothing that could be done.

 

No, to the disabled woman who entered from the direction of the area designated for women and tottered towards the other side of the building- which was designated for men. There, behind the fences, between the huddles of men who had yet to turn forty, stood her son. The woman went from a soldier, to a BP man and then to an officer, she begged that her son be permitted to join her, she said that without him she would be lost…, "Does he have a permit?"  They asked, "No, he doesn't, but…", "it's impossible!" was the verdict.

After all they work only according to orders.

 

No, also to the young man who led his two festively dressed daughters. He managed to break through the first line of soldiers and was caught at the next inspection post- in consistence with the fishing net method. He tried his luck and stood at the humanitarian line which is designated for elder men (over forty) and was sent back, and he tried at the checkpoint where the special prayer permits held by young men are inspected but his request was once again denied, and he went over to the women's passage and was thrown out in shame, and he walked back and forth at the so called sterileinfo-icon zone.  "My girls wanted to go to Jerusalem", he told me, "and their mother had already passed earlier, she arrived at the ancient city, I called her and she came back to take the girls". The man whose home is in Ar-Ram, wanted to pray, but knew that if he requested a permit he wouldn't receive it, because a year ago he was caught working illegally in Israel, and after spending a month in prison he is now on probation and registered at the GSS as "prevented passage".

Once again- in accordance with the orders.

And no to many others, young men or teenagers that didn't qualify according to the standards of the cold hearted policy makers. Women passed quickly and had their belongings inspected, men, however, were defined dangerous between the ages of 12 to 40 and not a month less. And documents were inspected thoroughly, and the children had to have their original Kushan (birth certificate) and one of their parents. Those accompanying their uncle or a friend were sent away.

Once again- everything is in accordance with the orders.

 

 

And regulations were changed according to the orders at noon: the metal partitions were dragged away and a line of soldiers was placed instead, separating the crowd from the path leading to the checkpoint. And then a thin and red headed man stood on one of the concrete blocks, he was the prayer leader. He held a sermon before the hundreds that weren't permitted to pass and once he finished prayer-matts were placed on the ground and the people stood in line behind the sermonizer and held a prayer with great intention, they raised their hands pleading to their god and knelt on the filthy ground between the barbed wires and the men in uniform. 

 

Among the thousands of men and women who flowed to the checkpoint like streams of human beings, one could see the portrait of those who had been murdered hanging from the inside walls, one of them was Ali Khalifa whom I had met, I had taken his photo and wrote about him:

 

http://palestinechronicle.com/view_article_details.php?id=17099

 

 

There was a pleasurable moment in that filth when an old women support by a cane got out from among the group of men and proceeded determinately to walk towards the soldiers, this is what they call "a checkpoint break-in". She did not adhere to regulations, norm or orders, and didn't present her ID nor did she arrive from the zone designated for her sex. Despite her slow pace it seemed as though she was dashing forward, vigorously and enthusiastically, and she passed right by them while looking towards her destination.

And they, who couldn't stop her and her spirit, looked away, pretending not to see.