Qalandiya – a woman soldier sang “I am Ben Gvir”
The day after, as the old cliché goes – “the people have spoken” – I escaped reality and it chased me…
- So what do you say about Ben Gvir?
- Bibi is back…
- Ben Gvir is the worst…
- God help us…
And so on and so forth.
I wanted to sit down and sink in forgetfulness in a chair right next to the wall, but apparently the chair was in no better condition than me so our joining was not such a great idea.
So I got busy with the children around me, whose world includes neither Bibi nor Ben Gvir, children who chase a few shekels to add to the miserable total that would add a miserable sum to the family’s livelihood.
Little children, like adults, wish to have their photos taken and get their own portraits.
On the other side, the Jerusalem side of the vehicle checkpoint where one is not allowed to stand still, I looked from afar at the bus inspection going on. A woman-soldier noticed me and began to wave and shout, “Lady, go away, go away”. She wouldn’t stop waving and shouting “Lady, go away!” over and over again.
What did I do? Nothing. I faced her, standing and not responding.
As she gave up trying to shoo me away, she continued to inspect buses with her rifle hanging over her shoulder, and began to jump and clap her hands, loudly singing “The people of Israel lives…” right in front of the Palestinians in their cars. She continued with a loud scream that chopped the air: ‘This is all ours, everything. I am Ben Gvir, I am Ben Gvir”.
There was nothing left for me to do but to leave, in great pain and shame.
