Beit Iba, Sun 1.2.09, Afternoon

Summary

"I couldn't care less" was a phrase we heard a number of times today.
Something in the air? A Palestinian carpenter who just wants to get on
with his craft "couldn't care less about elections." The response of
a
reservist soldier to the Australian Open Final result evoked a
similar, more understandable, response (tennis, who cares)? On the
other hand, another reservist, insisting on engaging in a discussion
about Gaza showed
just how much he cared, and just how much he valued
the life of one (Israeli) compared to the lives of many (children) –
who happened to be Palestinian. Of course, at one level, this caring
or not caring has to do with concern or interest in anything or
anybody other than the self, showing either a complete indifference to
what's going on in the world or any kind of ability to share in the
suffering of others. At the same time, there's a feeling that certain
vague but unpleasant emotions, manifested by moodiness, not being fond
of anything much, are based on a fear or anxiety, experienced in
anticipation of some kind of ill-defined misfortune. And this is
shared by both occupied and occupier.

14:30 Beit Iba

Wintry rain, students carrying armfuls of workbooks, men putting back
belts, tucking in shirts, tying shoes or putting sweaters back in
place, a long line of male students, 30-40, at one turnstile, a
shrieking military policewoman and a commander telling us who he is
and what we can do ("Don't talk to soldiers, ask me questions") make
this checkpoint seem more than ever an example of what this Occupation
is all about. The evidence is conclusive: the soldier standing by the
fast lane knows not what to do with many passing men, gazing at their
IDs a long time without understanding (or caring). The DCL
representative comes to his rescue and tells him. Then leaves, not
only this soldier, but Beit Iba.

In the fast lane, the women students are not checked at all, just the
men, old as well as young. In the vehicle checking area, desultory but
not thorough checking of the little traffic that passes in either
direction.