Hebron, South Hebron Hills
Two days after Rabbi Levinger’s funeral.
Nothing out of the ordinary at the Meitar checkpoint and on Highway 60.
Only the balloon over the emplacement overlooking the road to Nagohot reminds us that Big Brother is watching.
A new, gleaming paved road winds up to the emplacement.
“Hazon David,” the improvised synagogue built on private land is still destroyed. Let’s hope it won’t be rebuilt.
A Border Policewoman highhandedly detains every young man going through the checkpoint. They’re quickly released .
Many detainees at the Pharmacy checkpoint. We waited a few minutes and they were released.
The members of the Shaharbati family from Shuhadeh Street are licking the wounds they suffered from Rav Levinger’s funeral procession.
The Jewish pogromchiks, true to his legacy, cut all the water pipes that are connected to the municipal water system and which rise to the water tanks each family has on its roof.
[They have running water only a few days a week; on the other days their water comes from their storage tanks.]
Our friend Z. shows us partial repairs of the pipes and many leaks they haven’t yet been able to fix. He shows us broken stairs and reports that the rioters entered the house and threw a TV on the floor, breaking it and the stair. He says the soldiers saw everything and did nothing. A more senior officer who arrived told them to file a complaint with the police, and they did. “Do you know why the soldiers do nothing?” asks a neighbor. “Why?” “Because then they won’t receive sandwiches and hot drinks from the settlers” he replies. Whether or not that’s true doesn’t matter, it’s additional testimony to the symbiosis between the army and the settlers.