Qalandiya - 1-year-old baby, wounded in his ear, was delayed on his way to hospital

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Observers: 
Tamar Fleishman; Translator: Tal H.
Sep-4-2022
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Afternoon

Facing a locked gate in the vehicle track at the checkpoint meant for buses, a private car stood waiting. A long time. Since it was strange to see a non-public vehicle in this track, I went out of my way and approached it. The driver told me he was from Kufr Aqeb, that his 1-year-old child was wounded in his ear and he was taking him to the hospital.

Yes, he knows the procedures, so before he got on his way he notified the army authorities in charge of the checkpoint that he was coming here and they, sitting inside, said it was alright and promised to open the gate for him. Promised but didn’t keep their promise.

The mother sat in the back seat holding her wounded babyinfo-icon.

This situation of Kufr Aqeb villagers, officially Jerusalem residents with blue (Israeli) IDs, is a privilege compared to the millions of Palestinians holding green (Palestinian) IDs. However, there’s a catch: in order to receive medical treatment they must get to Jerusalem and not to the Ramallah hospital nearer their home, so the wounded baby who needs urgent surgery, was delayed even more than necessary and possible because the way did not open as promised.

For quite a while the parents and their child waited. The father sat in his car hunched up with rage and worry.

They want us dead before they open the way for us, he said – words succinctly summing their reality.

I stood next to the car and waited with them. When the gate opened at long last, the car progressed a few dozen meters into the checkpoint compound, and was stopped again at the exit. Another inspection, another verification, again - not fitting the urgency of the case but rather ‘by the book’.

 

I remained behind, following the family with my eyes and thinking about the disregard of Palestinian lives as far as the Israeli soldiers, police force and security guards are concerned. I remembered 80-year-old Omar Asad whom soldiers shackled on a cold night and forgot to free him, and died on the cold ground. I thought about the value of life of those not considered equal to those holding guns, I wished the wounded baby would arrive on time at the hospital and receive the best treatment possible, and not be scarred either in body or in mind…

Further on the main road leading to Ramallah, between the two traffic lanes, Abu Amirs kebab stand is located. The place is filled with exhaust fumes, dust rising from car tires, and still – in spite the changing looks of this stand covered with a shade-sheet – perhaps Abu Amir is right to locate his business at this spot.