Qalandiya

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Observers: 
Vivi Suri, Aya Kanyuk; Translator: Charles K.
Dec-10-2014
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Afternoon

Human Rights Day at Qalandiya is one more day of citizens denied rights.

 

If, as far as the IDF is concerned, security requires live fire in response to stone-throwing, demonstrations and approaching the separation barrier, today a few distant youths could barely be seen trying to burn tires, nor were there “disturbances” after Ziad Ibn Ein, the Palestinian minister, was killed in a demonstration this morning.

A weekday on which the Palestinian population has to be here because it’s their home and their streets.

 

Today, like every day, is one during which the occupying rulers have rights, the lords who demonstrate their superiority by the large number of canisters of tear gas grenades hanging from their shoulders.   Like peacocks displaying their feathers the soldiers fire bursts of tear gas enjoyably with a satisfied expression, while two foreign television crews film.  When one crew packed up so did the soldiers, into the checkpoint area; when the other crew appeared (CNN) the soldiers emerged again, approached the vehicle road and fired, threw and lofted tear gas grenades and more and more percussion grenades.

 

Continual bursts fired at everyone going through the checkpoint, tear gas grenades at all the cars in the nightmarish traffic jam.  Men and women passengers trapped in cars, trying to protect their faces with their clothing.

Gas fired at all the pedestrians, women, children and elderly, not only as a cliché but actual mothers carrying babies in their arms and doing all they can to wrap them in blankets.  A mother who had no blanket was given tissues and quickly pressed them against her infant daughter’s face, mothers trying to find a route with fewer clouds of gas, hoping to avoid the next grenade.  Elderly people barely able to cross the road, grasping their chests, others taking one step forward and two back to get through the billows of gas which covered everything.

 

And the soldiers are smug, self-satisfied, smiling, having a good time (that’s my impression, and that’s how I’m reporting it).  One throws grenades making no effort to aim or hit a specific target, his colleague behind him hurries to replace the empty cylinders with new ones.

A window and bars open in the guard tower and a soldier with a smile on his face throws a grenade and drops the empty cylinder to the ground, again opens the window and bars, throws a tear gas grenade and drops an empty cylinder, closes the window for a moment or two and again throws a gas grenade and drops an empty cylinder.

 

A youth selling ice cream sandwiches who dared to walk on the traffic island was called to by a group of soldiers and as he was trying to understand what they wanted a percussion grenade was fired toward him.  We then approached and shouted at the soldiers but their looks of satisfaction remained.

 

When we left a few hours later the “battles” continued, with a large quantity of gas and many explosions aimed at battered, oppressed people.