Thursday, August 24, 2006














BY WAY OF AN INTRODUCTION...

From January till June 2004, I travelled extensively through Israel and the occupied territories, researching for a play I had been commissioned to write about the Conflict by an agency of the State government of Rhineland-Palatinate (Germany). It was an extraordinary, deeply moving, at times very distressing experience, in which I gained wonderful friends on both sides of the Green Line, particularly in Israel, to which I have had longstanding ties, but also in Gaza and the West Bank. I learnt a lot from these friends and want to thank them here. They guided my wanderings and reflections, let me share in their knowledge and wisdom, and gave me priceless insights into their personal lives and the history of a region which has been suffocating under the sheer weight of its tragic history. I admire their energy, love of life and unquenchable thirst for peace. In the Middle-East, it looks like peace will come from the people rather than the rulers. This is a lengthy process, but an undefeatable one: no government can forever ignore the wish of civil populations.


Tuesday, August 22, 2006


“KIDNAPPING”: AN INTERVIEW OF DOMINIQUE CAILLAT
by Timothy Rearden (October 2004)


Dominique Caillat, to prepare your play “Kidnapping” you spent several months interviewing people on both sides of the Green Line, travelling all around Israel and the Palestinian Territories: what was your main impression?

Most of all, that this is a story with many, many layers. Also, that public mood in Israel and Palestine is, understandably, extremely emotional and volatile. This is why so many people think in stereotypes, which help them to feel in control of their chaotic environment, to ignore unpleasant facts and to justify the unjustifiable. There are stereotypes about everything: suicide bombers, the occupation, victims, corruption, the army, democracy, the wall, etc. – which are used by demagogues of all camps, as if they were one-dimensional concepts, to rally the hearts of their followers and convince them that “we are right and they are wrong”.

There won’t be much progress towards a solution, I think, as long as people hang on to this existential need to be proved right and feel entitled to use all means, including violence, to establish their point politically and on the ground. No matter who is right, there will need to be a compromise because this is in the best interest of all people involved and because no one can win this war and take all the spoils.

Are you suggesting that both sides are wrong?

On the contrary, they are both right – to some extent. This is a rather unique historical situation: two people have legitimate rights to the same territory. This is a real conflict: it is about land, the only land available; there is nowhere else to go. That’s why it is so difficult to solve: we are not dealing here with the power lust of some crazy dictators, greedy businessmen or colonialist superpowers, but about people’s right and need to have a piece of land somewhere, where they are entitled to live in accordance with their culture and traditions, if they wish.

How does this translate into your play?

“Kidnapping” is a documentary play: a fictitious story designed to provide information as well as a deeper understanding and empathy for the people and causes involved. It is directly based on tens of interviews conducted during two years of research. I used my own experiences, which were diverse enough as I was travelling and changing my perspective constantly, talking to everyone irrespective of their or my own opinion. This was sometimes nerve-racking – I did occasionally wish I could adopt a more militant stance and choose a side, trumpet the usual clichés, yes: lie down one evening on a sofa and utter something obvious like “Hey, occupation is really the pits, man”.

Well, of course, occupation is awful. Anybody who has spent a few hours at a checkpoint or travelled any amount of time through the territories knows this. All occupations – soldiers subduing civilian populations - are per se disastrous. But having pronounced this truism, what next? I’ll tell you what: I wake up one morning and drive up to Jerusalem. Just as I approach the centre of town, where I have an appointment, a bus explodes on Gazza Street, a road that I regularly use and would certainly have crossed today as well. 12 dead, innumerable wounded, many of them children who were on their way to school. Reduced to shreds of flesh which Hassidic volunteers carefully allocate to different plastic bags, so as to reconstitute at least parts of the bodies to be buried within 24 hours. Next: on the site of the suicide bombing, three hours after the attack – everything perfectly cleaned up, not a sign of disturbance left, the usual noisy traffic jam with overcrowded busses and hyperactive car drivers – I talk to a woman settler from Hebron: she waves her Bible in the air and wags a threatening finger at me, crying out that God gave Palestine to the Jews and that all Arabs are murderers, genetically speaking. When I ask her about Baruch Goldstein (a fanatical Hebron settler who machine-gunned 29 praying Palestinians at Abraham’s tomb in 1994), she smiles sweetly: “O I knew him all right, I am proud to say. Such a wonderful, warm-hearted man, a doctor who loved and respected life. He saved so many lives, you know: all these Arabs could have killed us one day. It was really a case of self-defence. You would have loved Baruch, lady!“ Next: I drive to Beit Shanina in the West Bank, between Jerusalem and Ramalla, to meet an allegedly pacifist Palestinian who was educated in Germany. After a few glasses of Arak, he shows his true colours, denounces the holocaust “lie” (“granted: a few hundred thousand communists were shot – not gassed – and there may have been some Jews among them”), denies Israel’s right to exist and raves about the “Jewish world conspiracy”, which holds the planet in its claws, he assures me. Next: I finish the day with dear friends, two wonderfully wise and enlightened Israelis in their late 70s, both radically opposed to occupation; in fact the wife is a member of Machsom Watch, a human rights women organisation that surveys the checkpoints. Towards the end of the evening, the husband tells me he was once a member of Irgun, a Jewish underground organisation that was responsible for the bombing of the King David Hotel in 1946 (91 dead), though he did not take part in that particular attack (in which his wife’s father was killed!)

Nothing makes sense; the images are always distorted, like in a broken mirror.

Sounds complicate…

It is complicate. To answer your previous question, I tried to set every story from one camp against a story from the opposing camp. I guess the truth is lies in the amalgam of all narratives.

Does this bring peace any closer?

First, my job is not peace-making but trying to make people a little more sensitive and perceptive. Second, peace is not the logical or necessary end of a conflict. Peace does not somehow happen: it is an act of will, not destiny or wishful thinking. It is the radical decision of determined and often courageous leaders (like Sadate), or else it is imposed by the will of the people who become tired of war, of which they are the first and last victims. In the Middle East, I suspect that the peace effort will indeed come from below – people will one day stop electing warriors to rule over them, and choose negotiators instead. A peace from above is hard to imagine because the political systems on both sides seem hopelessly corrupt.

History plays an important role in „Kidnapping“. Wouldn’t it have been better to concentrate on the present?

And ignore the fact that in the Middle East, history is inseparable from the present? It’s a constant reference, in all speeches, all conversations, every press report. If you want to take part in social life, you need to understand the details and the meaning of past events. First of all, you need to know all about the wars, each of which has imprinted itself in the national psyche of both people, albeit in contradicting terms: 1948 (independence vs. “Naqba”/ catastrophe); 1956 (superpower politics vs. tripartite aggression); 1967 (great victory, return to Jerusalem and the lands of the Bible vs. humiliating defeat and begin of occupation); 1973 (disaster only just avoided vs. defeat deemed a victory); 1982-2000: traumatic Lebanon war; 1991: Gulf war (Iraqi missiles fall on Tel Aviv vs. Palestinians cheer Saddam Hussein). And of course, the uprisings – 1987: begin of the first Intifada (stone-throwing children); 2000: second Intifada (suicide bombers and begin of the “hard” occupation), 2002: final collapse of the Oslo agreements, Israel retakes control of all the Territories. There are hundreds of other significant dates, going right back to the destruction of the Second Temple! As for Palestinians, they name villages that have disappeared from the map over fifty years ago as their home, some still carry keys to houses destroyed in the fifties to build Israeli motorways or towns. They are obsessed with the idea of their return to a non-existent place. If it weren’t so tragic and absurd, it would be poetic.

The past is really the key to understanding the present. That’s why half the play is a trip through history.

What is Anna, the journalist, doing in this story? Does Germany have anything to say in this region at all?

That’s not the point. The question is not who is entitled to play a role, but rather who feels concerned by the story. Now obviously, because of their country’s history, most Germans are completely emotional with respect to anything involving Jewish people or causes, including of course Israel. And since the play was written for a German public, it is quite important, I think, to include a German character with which the audience is able to identify. Furthermore, being European myself, I would find it rather pretentious to do a play about the Middle East conflict as such. All I feel entitled to do, is to show our perception as outsiders.

I like to quote Gisela Dachs, correspondent of “Die Zeit” in Jerusalem, who wrote an excellent book about this issue entitled “Germans, Israelis and Palestinians – a difficult relationship”: “The holocaust, without which Israel cannot be understood, is part of our history. Unlike the Palestinians, who see themselves as victims of the victims, Germans cannot distance themselves from the pain suffered by Jews in the past. Given this complex triangle, it is even more of a challenge for us [journalists] to achieve objectivity in our reports – we cannot free ourselves from this burden just by pushing a button.” Joshka Fischer, Germany’s ex-foreign minister writes in the introduction: “For us Germans, these are fundamental issues of our politics and ethics. No other foreign policy theme affects our national image and identity as deeply. Because of its historical responsibility, Germany has a special duty with respect to Israel’s right to exist within secure borders. This duty cannot be set aside or qualified in any way. History has placed upon us a general responsibility to intercede for the rights of other people, including the Palestinians.”

I think this answers your question.

You are not German yourself. Do you really understand the German perspective?

Well, I have been living here for many years and have become, against all odds, rather “germanised”!

True: my German perspective is an acquired one. I am a French-speaking Swiss, born in the US. My father, who was a young diplomat in Berlin 1942-‘44, covertly engaged in anti-Nazi activities and was expulsed from Germany. So I didn’t grow up in an environment of acknowledged or suppressed guilt, like so many Germans. This gives me a slightly different view. For example, my interest in Israel didn’t grow out of guilt feelings, but of a deep admiration, as a child, for a country that epitomized, in my youthful eyes, everything I understood under the concept of “resistance”, the David against Goliath theme. It was also a very familiar country, the land of the Bible. Coming to Israel never quite seems like going abroad, since one is familiar with so many names and places, so many historical facts or legends. Finally, at a time when everyone was romantically leftist, Israel seemed to have achieved the great utopia of “socialism with a human face”.

Anyway, as time goes by, the holocaust is becoming for me less and less of a German issue, and increasingly a European phenomenon, no matter how fiercely many Europeans may have opposed the Third Reich. As far as Jewish persecution is concerned, responsibility is truly shared: some countries actively persecuted them, others closed their borders. The Jews were abandoned by everyone. For me, it is impossible to ignore the fact that these crimes happened in the Christian European world, which had supposedly invented human rights and enlightenment. In this respect, I do feel just as responsible as any young German born after the war. And I do feel compelled to face these sickening events: what happened exactly? Why? How do we prevent this from ever occurring again? The holocaust, in fact all aspects of the Nazi dictatorship, do or should shake every European’s sense of identity.

Let’s go back to the conflict. Does ”Kidnapping” offer any solution?

Once again, that’s not my purpose, nor can it be the purpose of any play. The Middle-East conflict is a relevant subject for the theatre because it involves emotions, traumas, conflict and burning issues that concern all of us. My purpose, if you wish, is to show that Israelis and Palestinians are normal people with existential problems. They are not different from us. And at a time when terror, fundamentalism, military adventurism and infringement of civil rights are daily news, I find it important to look into this situation, which is a microcosm of many events happening in the world on a larger scale. We have much to learn in terms of how to react, what to avoid, how to deal with all these problems – clash of cultures, feelings of insecurity, feelings of humiliation and oppression, religious fanaticism, terrorism, militarism, nationalism, cultural identity, revenge, etc. It’s not about teaching or preaching, it’s about listening and opening our eyes.

So the answer is no: my play does not end happily with peace accomplished. It does end on a kind of positive note, however: in the last scene, all three characters stop fighting one another and begin to criticize themselves and their own societies. They get somewhat drowned in these parallel monologues of self-criticism and are still not truly communicating with one another, but I do believe this is an essential step towards any conflict resolution: to stop blaming the enemy for all one’s woes and look critically at oneself.

As for the solution, everyone knows it anyway: two separate sovereign states, evacuation of all the settlements, Jerusalem shared (or divided or internationalized), no significant right of return of Palestinian refugees to their original homes in Israel. This is the basis of the negotiations in Camp David and the subsequent draft Taba agreement (2000), of the “People’s Voice Initiative” (2002) and of the “Geneva Accord” (2003), among others.

Everyone knows this is what’s coming or ought to come. The question is: when?

What about the movement calling for a single bi-national state?

This is the solution put forward by Palestinians who hope that they will demographically swallow Israel. It would probably mean the end of the Jewish State as such.

It is nevertheless also advocated by some Israelis, who view a division as a sham: there is an obvious interdependence between Israelis and Palestinians, so why not go all the way and be a truly democratic, bi-national state? I respect this opinion, which calls for a pluralistic, tolerant and really democratic society. But I regard it as an utopian, futuristic vision that does not take into account the emotional and political realities on the ground.

A bi-national State presupposes reconciliation, which is unlikely yet: Too much blood has been spilt; there is too much hate, distrust, and a blatant ignorance of one another’s reality. Until the year 2000, Palestinians were able, to a certain extent, to cross the border. Many of them worked in Israel, they met and befriended Jews and vice versa. Since 2000, Palestinians have been more or less trapped in their homes and Israelis are forbidden to cross the Green Line. There is a total separation, made very concrete by the erection of a fence or wall throughout the land. The only Israelis whom Palestinians get to meet are heavily armed soldiers who humiliate them at checkpoints. Young Palestinians have never met a civilian Jew – the settlers aren’t really “civilians”: they are part of a political-military plan to conquer land. Every settler household has weapons, which are regularly overhauled by the army. In contrast, a Palestinian who carries a weapon is deemed a militant and can be imprisoned or even shot.

It is a mistake to think that reconciliation can or should precede peace. On the contrary, one first makes a “cold”, unsentimental peace, which allows citizens, at last, to lead a normal, reasonably secure life. Only then, with time, can people get used to one another and build bridges between their societies. Peace in Europe was not achieved on the basis of love, but of economic reconstruction and civil rights. Even now, after 60 years of successful economic and political ties, Germans are hardly loved and certainly feel unloved, for better or for worse. These things change slowly. The enemies need to die out. New generations are born, which have less reasons for prejudice. On a national level, what is needed is security and freedom, not love. Love belongs to the personal sphere.

Anyway, in a bi-national State you would have two people with different cultures and values forced to live together. The absence of a common set of values would automatically lead one of these people to dominate the other. Which one? The Palestinians, who would presumably soon have a majority? Or the Israelis, who are stronger and richer? I would say the latter. But the once again dominated-humiliated Arabs would presumably soon rebel and resort to violence… A nightmare starting all over again.

But aren’t Israelis and Palestinians actually quite close to one another? Aren’t there many cultural similarities?

You mean Isaac and Ishmael, the rival brothers? Yes and no. I think the Israelis rather envy the Arabs who, if nothing else, seem so rooted in the landscape. Even if they never had a State, never had any concrete legal title to the place, they just look like they belong there, and they do: the way they look, dress, speak, build their houses, cook their food, do music, understand nature. Israelis are adopting some of these traditions – for example food habits and music –, slowly becoming a little more Mediterranean.

But the cultural difference remains immense.

On the one side, you have Israel, a West-oriented society on the US-European model: libertarian, democratic, individualistic. There may be particular, purely Israeli cultural aspects, but these don’t change the main direction. For me, it’s no problem living there, I feel perfectly at home in this very dynamic and communicative society.

Palestinian society is different. Of course, there is a Palestinian elite – lawyers, doctors, university professors, artists, even some politicians – who is like any intelligentsia in Paris, Berlin or Tel Aviv. But a large proportion of the Palestinian people lives in a world and according to traditions that remain foreign to us.

The most obvious difference regards the position of women (mostly the Muslim women), who are confined to a submissive role in a strongly patriarchal society: arranged marriages, concealment behind headscarves and long veils, mass production of children, isolated life at home, death penalty for adultery or other “crimes” considered a breach of the family’s honour, etc. are widespread practices. There are exceptions of course, particularly in larger, modern cities like Ramalla, but the archaic treatment of women remains the rule.

A further element of estrangement is the clan system. This is a social structure we basically understand nothing about but which is a fundamental principle of everyday life in Palestine. Clan and democracy are contradictions in terms. The basic unit is the family, not the State; loyalty is to the family, not to the whole community. “Tribal” traditions, for example the laws of revenge, honour, or hospitality are likely to supersede any abstract national legal system. A Palestinian in Hebron once told me that a ranking police officer is obliged to name his relatives at other key posts in the police force in order to protect himself against acts of revenge from members of other clans he might imprison or penalize in the course of duty. If he didn’t, he would endanger his life.

Democracy as such doesn’t exist although it is sometimes faked: when Arafat ran for the Chairmanship of the Palestinian Authority, it was necessary, for the sake of international recognition, that the process be deemed democratic. So a candidate was selected who had no chance at all of winning: over 70 years old, a Christian (!), a woman (!!), and terminally ill with cancer (!!!), as if to make sure that if she did win against all odds, she wouldn’t last long. She did die a few months after the election, in which she amazingly collected as much as 12 % of the votes. The world applauded.

I am not saying this is right or wrong. It is simply different, and not really compatible with our western sensibility and way of life.

The clan system, for example, has very positive aspects, quite apart from the fact that it is rooted in Arab tradition. In August 2004, the great Israeli journalist Amira Hass wrote an interesting article about this. She wondered how it could be that the social structure in the Palestinian cities had not been destroyed by the effects of occupation, in spite of the total collapse of the economy, the disintegration of the Palestinian Authority, the violent battles between rival movements (not to call them gangs), the poverty induced by occupation, and 60 % unemployment rate. Why hadn’t law and order completely crumbled down? Wouldn’t such circumstances create complete chaos in our western societies, with plummeting crime rates and a collapse of moral standards? Not so in Palestine. In Nablus, Hass wrote, you still do not need to lock the door of your house, and you can be sure that some relative will somehow keep you afloat even in the worst of times: you won’t starve to death. Not thanks to international aid, no, thanks to the clan that takes care of its own people. So the question is: do we outsiders want to destroy this well-oiled system in the name of democracy?

Do you think there is a tradition of violence in Arab societies?

Well, this is certainly a cliché. And anyway, I am not a specialist of this or that culture, so I can only give you a few impressions.

If you’re talking about the “ordinary” man on the street, I’d say he is far less “macho” and aggressive than your “typical” Israeli (although I really dislike generalizing in this way), who likes to give the impression that he is strong, supremely competent and always right! A day in the Knesset, or just a few hours driving around in Israel are pretty daunting experiences… Palestinians, with their supple bodies, slow tempo and melancholic faces have an appealing kind of softness and they are almost invariably polite and friendly.

There is a certain amount of theatricals in the loud TV-broadcasted demonstrations with much waving of weapons, shooting in the air, fiery speeches and hooded heads: the weak seem fascinated with the symbols of power. In Hebron, I saw kids playing “occupation” next to a checkpoint. I was told everyone wanted to play an Israeli, a strong guy. The “Israelis” carried sticks, frisking and threatening their little comrades who faced a broken wall, hands raised, silent.

It is said that there is much violence at home, in society and in politics: fathers allegedly hit their wives and children, teachers hit their pupils, policemen hit prisoners. I haven’t witnessed any of this obviously, it’s just hearsay. I do have an anecdote, however, about resort to intimidation:

I once met a Christian Palestinian woman in Beit Sahour, near Bethlehem. She had spent most of her life abroad, first in Kuwait, later in Germany, a hard-working single mother. After being pensioned, she returned to her home in Palestine and lived alone in a house she had inherited from her father. The house was spacious and her family became jealous. Most of all, it was considered a scandal that she dared live alone and do “men’s” work, like gardening or keeping poultry. Every week one cousin or another would knock at her door and insist on moving in. She stood firm and politely showed the unwanted relative out. There were threats, to no avail. Then, one morning, she opened her front door and found her cat lying dead on the mat. She took the animal to a veterinarian, who diagnosed poisoning with chlorine. The next week, the same happened to her dog. That’s when I met her. She was angry but fatalistic. What could she do? She expected that they would soon kill her rabbits and chickens. She told me she dreamed of immigrating to Australia, which she had once visited and considered a paradise of tolerance. (In a late night conversation, this same apparently very sensible woman told me earnestly about the “holocaust lie”, the “Jewish-American world conspiracy” and the fact that “Jews had masterminded 9/11”).

This is not typical of Arabs, in my opinion, but typical of a society that has remained stuck in its old patriarchal model, in which women, most of all, are exploited.

What about terrorism, what about the suicide bombers?

Ironically, the first recorded suicide murderer in history was Samson, a Jew, who carried out his “operation” in Gaza. But I don’t want to start a polemic here.

Killing civilians with premeditation is completely perverse. The idea that a suicide bomber, unlike a pilot, actually looks at his victims, innocent passers-by, before detonating himself makes him a sort of monster in our eyes. And the fact that he is ready to explode with them frightens us. How fanatic or desperate is this killer? How can we protect ourselves from these intelligent bombs?

Suicide bombings cause bloody retaliations and a hardening of occupation. They cut the grass under the feet of liberal Israelis and strengthen the hand of right-wing hawks. They destroy the international goodwill so successfully gathered by Palestinians over the years. Today, who still cares about them?

So what is the point? Why do they do it?

I once interviewed for many hours the parents of Hanadi Jaradat, a female suicide bomber who blew herself up in a beach restaurant in Haifa, killing 21 customers, many of them Arabs. Asked what she felt when they heard of the operation, the mother said she’d been so happy, so proud. Hanadi had successfully revenged the killing of her oldest son by Israeli soldiers. She and her husband were glad that Jews were made to feel the same pain as they themselves had endured. Of course, they also mourned their daughter.

I heard this argument time and again: since we can’t win, since we’re trapped here in a miserable prison with no perspective, utterly bored and frustrated with our empty lives, since so many of our children and friends get imprisoned and killed, let them, our tormentors, suffer and fear. Suicide attacks appear to boost the morale of an utterly defeated people. And every targeted assassination by the Israeli army, every arrest, every checkpoint, every “collateral damage” fuel the hate and determination of the more fanatical and desperate under the Palestinians, usually very young men and women.

Nevertheless, a growing majority of Palestinians have apparently come to realize at least how counter-productive suicide bombings are. About 70 % of the people are said to oppose the campaign.

I absolutely condemn the terror attacks. There is and can never be any justification for them.

Do you also condemn Palestinians who attack military targets, i.e. Israeli soldiers in the Territories?

Well, I am European. I was born and have lived in peace and security. I was taught about the horrors of past wars and, not surprisingly, I am a kind of pacifist although I accept that army intervention or armed struggle may be inevitable in exceptional cases. But I truly abhor all violence. I was sometimes accused by friends from both sides of pursuing an unreal, yet comfortable dream. Such a nice, self-serving philosophy, they said derisively.

It is quite a cultural shock to come to Israel and the Territories and suddenly find yourself in a situation of extreme insecurity and permanent violence.

Inside Israel, violence is mostly seen on television reports about terror attacks. Otherwise, it is more a trauma, a permanent fear. There are security guards at the entrance of every shop and café to remind you, should you forget, that you live in danger. Nevertheless, life is as close to normal as it can be in a country which has lived since its birth in a situation of conflict or war.

In the Palestinian territories, violence is everywhere to see. It takes the form of checkpoints, military bases, tanks, helicopters, destroyed homes and buildings, impact of shots on house fronts, rubber bullets on the ground, fences and walls, barbed-wired prisons, frequent army incursions in which people get killed or arrested, and also the battle of rival paramilitary gangs. Violence is all around you.

I personally witnessed arbitrariness at the checkpoints and saw the destructive effects of occupation. I was in Rafah, south of Gaza, shortly after a very serious attack by the Israeli army (that followed the killing of several soldiers on duty). It was completely bombed out; large areas were entirely reduced to rubbles. Canalisations were cracked and the sewage flowed in the midst of damaged streets. The main school wasn’t functioning because it was used as a camp for tens of families whose houses had been destroyed with all their contents.

I met a prominent Gaza Psychiatrist, Dr. Eyad Sarraj, who specialises in PTSS (post-traumatic stress syndrome) of the civil population, dealing particularly with children. He told me that 99% of the children have seen shootings and arrests. A large proportion has witnessed someone being killed. Many were at home as Israeli soldiers came with bulldozers to flatten their houses, destroying everything that they couldn’t carry out with them – and sometimes they had as little as 10 minutes to flee. I talked to a 12-year-old boy who was wounded when he helped his family to break a wall of their home with a hammer in order to escape from the approaching bulldozers: they were afraid to get out through the front door because of heavy shooting. The ceiling fell on his head. Almost every child has cousins, or brothers, or even a father in prison. Children have a trauma of absolute insecurity. They are depressive, have nightmares and headaches, they wet their beds, collapse for no apparent reason, etc. Deep inside, they are terrified.

Dr. Sarraj contends that the only way to overcome this deep-seated fear is to fight back. When a kid picks up a stone and throws it at an approaching tank, he conquers his fear and regains control of his feelings, of his life. This act of resistance restores his self-esteem. According to Sarraj, who categorically condemns acts of violence in Israeli mainland, armed resistance against military targets in the Palestinian Territories is not only justified, it is also an important psychological help for traumatized Palestinians. They are subject to a military occupation; they are constantly victimized by Israeli soldiers (and often by settlers as well), and have the right to defend themselves. Sarraj believes this is a question of mental survival.

After several weeks in Gaza and the West Bank, I indeed began to ask myself why the Palestinians, who are being held hostage by a foreign army, should not be allowed to resist, as so many victimized people did before them with full international approval.

I know that some Israelis contend that they are not occupying Gaza and the West Bank at all, that they took what belonged to nobody and was rightfully theirs in the first place, in reaction to an aggression by Arab neighbours in 1967 and in order to prevent further attacks. I don’t regard this as a serious argument. These people just haven’t crossed the Green Line. The only Jews on the other side are settlers, a majority of whom are fanatical and violent colonial lords; and terrified or aggressive soldiers who definitely regard the local, entirely Arab population they subdue as their enemy. If this is not occupation, I’ll eat my hat.

Contrary to suicide bombings, operations against Israeli soldiers appear to be efficient. As 11 soldiers were killed in two successive Palestinian attacks in Gaza, there was an enormous peace rally in Tel Aviv, with at least 150.000 Israelis demonstrating for a withdrawal from Gaza. Everyone was asking why young Israelis should die to protect a bunch of settlers who are disapproved of and sometimes even despised by a majority of Israelis?

These are difficult issues. Most of my friends have children in the army. Every girl and boy in the country must do military service from the age of 18 till 20/21 respectively, followed by years of reserve service. Only a select few choose to refuse service, which is an extremely difficult path to follow in a country that stands patriotically unified behind its army. I have personally known one of these so-called refuzeniks, a brilliant young man who went to prison because he opposed occupation, thereby jeopardizing his entire future in a society that tends to regard him as a traitor. Needless to say, he is a devoted Israeli citizen.

Anyhow, I cannot change myself: I am still a pacifist European, who sees in violence only an incentive for more violence. But I understand the arguments of Sarraj and of many other Palestinian acquaintances.

What is the influence of religion on the conflict?

Moderate, enlightened believers are never a problem anywhere and they are a majority. Unfortunately, Muslim fundamentalists and “national-orthodox” Jews do play a role in Middle-Eastern politics. They are helped by the fact that in both religions, God also rules citizens, not just their souls.

On the Israeli side, religion is mostly an internal problem creating great tensions between traditionally secular Zionists and an ultra-Orthodox community that strives to turn Israel into a religious State. In contrast to the ultra-Orthodox, the settlers are active protagonists in the conflict. Although they claim to be religious, they are primarily nationalists who use the Bible to support their colonialist dream of conquering the whole of Palestine. Actually, there is nothing particularly religious about the settlers, I think, whom I mostly experienced as violent, racist and immoral.

On the Palestinian side, it is different. Islam is notoriously experiencing a wave of radical and sometimes violent fundamentalism, which is fuelled by the fact that many Muslims feel utterly humiliated. Radical religious leaders have been particularly successful in attracting disciples in regions which have failed to develop into modern, emancipated States. Karl Marx’s famous words come to mind:

“Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, just as it is the soul of a soulless condition. It is the opium of the people.”

Without wanting to reduce religion as a whole to this poetic premise, I do think it applies very well to the Palestinian situation. The abuse of religious faith to brainwash citizens and gain political power is an age-old device. When God comes into play, there are no compromises. God is absolute. Brought into politics, He is dangerous. God forbids dialogue.

One more comment: 20 years ago, quite a proportion of Palestinian women did not wear a veil. Now, almost every Muslim woman does. Is this a sign of oppression? Or is it a symbol of resistance, designed to distinguish oneself from the hated enemy, the „decadent West“? Or do religious rituals give women a sense of purpose and identity? All these explanations seem valid, somehow. The veil is arguably a symbol of strength and resistance as well as a sign of oppression. This is a typical Middle-Eastern contradiction.

Let’s talk about the play: five minutes after the beginning of “Kidnapping”, two of the three protagonists, Lev and Sami, get killed in a suicide bombing. Why?

Terror is a major element in the conflict. You cannot understand the present occupation, or the support enjoyed by the Israeli army even in the most obvious cases of overreaction, gross negligence or premeditated violence, if you ignore terror. In our countries, a single case of terrorism traumatizes people for months if not years. In Israel, from 2000 on there were several attacks a month, sometimes several in a single week. In March 2002 alone, there were nineteen attacks on civilian and military targets! This is unimaginable for us. In fact, if it happened here, I think we would soon have a sort of dictatorship. Israelis are traumatized, just like the Palestinians are.

So the issue for me was not whether to include terror, but where to place it. Ending the play with a deadly explosion would have destroyed any positive message and drowned the story in pathos. Somewhere in the middle, it would have paralyzed the play, which would have to be centred on this event alone, its causes and aftermath. I didn’t want to write about terror, which numbs the mind, but about the conflict as such, what it’s about, where it came from, where it is headed to and why it concerns us.

The advantage of starting with the killing is that you don’t know the characters yet. They are anonymous. It’s shattering, but no more than reading about it in the daily papers as we so often do. We don’t get to meet the desperate relatives; we see none of the infinite pain of those left behind. So it’s bearable. We hear a description of the mayhem but when Sami and Lev appear on stage, they look alive, although they sometimes behave strangely.

The assumption is that they have landed in some no man’s land and are unable, for some reason, to meet their post-mortal destiny, be it nothingness, paradise or hell. They have unfinished business on earth. First of all, they don’t want to have died for nothing: they came to this café at the request of a journalist who was going to interview them about the Israeli-Palestinian situation; now they want her to do the job. In addition, each needs to take leave of a beloved person (Lev’s son, who is doing military service in Hebron, and Sami’s cousin, his first love, who lives in Jenin).

It is left to the audience to decide whether Anna is dreaming all this, imagining it in an attempt to come to terms with the horrible death of her friends, or whether she is really held hostage by two ghosts.

What was important to me was the flexibility of travelling through the past, the present and the future, not being limited by considerations of time and space.

Isn’t it a little absurd, perhaps even comic?

This is a play, not a piece of political science. It’s about a conflict that is very tragic, very human and at times very absurd indeed. Living there, you sometimes think everyone around you is nuts and they need psychiatrists rather than politicians. It’s about three characters who have all sorts of failings and are stuck together for better or for worse. They cannot escape. They could ignore one another – indeed, in the case of Lev, Sami and Anna, accepting the others’ reality is traumatic, if not sheer impossible – but they don’t. They start talking, complaining, explaining, arguing and fighting with one another.

How representative are Lev and Sami of their respective people?

Not very! But who is typical anyway? With only three characters for three nationalities, it is impossible to show the many tendencies and “types” of the given communities. It’s another reason for killing Sami and Lev, because as dead souls, they are presumably more universal and somehow freed from the limits of their own biographies. They are not yet outsiders, but they are on their way out.

Why did you imagine a childhood friendship between Anna, Lev and Sami? Isn’t this a little far-fetched?

How far-fetched is reality? This is a personal anecdote. I grew up in Paris. There was an Egyptian boy in my class who was really sweet and whom we all liked. In 1967, at the beginning of the 6-Day-War, he disappeared. We were told not to worry, there were troubles in his country but he’d soon come back. He didn’t, at least not in my class. Instead, in 1968, a new boy arrived. He was an Israeli „Sabra“, had lived in a Kibbutz, spoke fluent Hebrew and taught us to write our names in his exotic language. We were fascinated! Shortly afterwards, my family moved to Holland. This was the end of my childhood, which I have associated ever since with the ’67 war and the replacement of an Arab friend by an Israeli. My own story is not important, but it helped me to build the play around an event that meant something to me personally – a writer’s device – and which had some parallels with the “bigger” story I was trying to tell: my three characters are filled with nostalgia for their childhood, which they regard as idyllic, although it probably wasn’t. On the political level, this reflects the longing of many Israelis, Palestinians and Germans for a distant past that is deemed to have been happy, or at least happier, before everything went wrong. For the Israelis, the turning point is 1967, for the Palestinians it is 1948, and Germans need to go even further back, to the 1920s, before Hitler’s rise to power. These may be self-delusions, but they are part of the people’s psyche.

It is particularly true of Israel, which practically lost its childhood and innocence as it invaded the territories lying beyond the Green Line in the wake of its extraordinary victory in 1967. In that instant, it stopped being a victim and became an aggressor. This may be unfair, but it’s how most people look at it. The invasion was certainly a mistake, looking back.

Is there any particular message in your play?

Well, I am not trying to teach anything or anybody, so let’s say there are themes, including:

1. It is important to listen to the different narratives in both camps because people need to tell their stories. It’s a question of identity and of mutual recognition.

2. Having done this, it becomes clear that the rival narratives are incompatible and that it is impossible for any camp to convince the other that it is right and the opponent is wrong.

3. Since it is impossible to agree on the past, on who is right, or who was right to start with, the only alternative is to find a compromise which enables people to live together in spite of their disagreement. In the Middle-East, people are, understandably, emotionally entangled in the past. Remembrance is essential, but it would help if politics could emancipate and begin to focus on the present.

4. Occupation and armed struggle are destroying morality in both camps, like in every war.

5. There is no real symmetry between Israelis and the Palestinians, whose societies are different, but there are parallels: most of all, both communities are deeply traumatised. In a nutshell, the Israelis are afraid and the Palestinians are humiliated.

I would like to develop this a bit since so many people see the Israelis as “strong” if not ruthless. Yet I believe that the common denominator of all Israelis is actually a deep-seated fear, arising probably from centuries of persecution, culminating in Hitler’s attempted “final solution” and permanently revived by over five decades of war with the Arabs. This is a favourite theory of Avi Primor, Israel’s former ambassador to Germany, who once told me: “We are Samsons who fear the dark, cats who are afraid of mice. This is deeply embedded in our psyche. Sadate understood this very well. His interviews in the Israeli Media in 1977 were brilliant. He directly addressed the Israeli people and said: ‘I have come to offer you security. I am really concerned about your security!’ Of course, Sadate didn’t care a damn about our security, but he pretended to and we believed him. That’s why he got every inch of his land back, which is what he was really after. Unfortunately, Arafat doesn’t understand this. The Palestinians must offer us security; this is the only way to achieve peace.”

6. Israelis are traumatised not just by the war, but by the destruction of a myth: the legend of the wonderful pioneers who built a garden in an empty desert. As the emissaries of Theodor Herzl - the father of the Jewish State – wrote in a famous telegram they sent to Herzl from Palestine in 1897: “The bride is beautiful, but she is already married”. They had found out that the land was inhabited by Arabs. Part of the myth remains true, but there is a shadow over it.

7. In the end, what is important is this: on the one hand, Israel is a lawful State established as a result of international agreements and recognized by the UN. It has a right to exist within secure borders. On the other hand, there are millions of Palestinian refugees, many of whom lost their homes as a result of the 1948 War of Independence, whether they fled or were expulsed. They need a land of their own, in which they can live as they wish, if they wish. This can only be the West Bank and Gaza.

Would you consider producing this play in Israel or in the Palestinian Territories?

Not really. The play is written for a European audience and designed to inform as well as sensitize. For audiences in the Middle-East, most of this information is well-known. In Israel, for example, one writes more cryptically and critically about this theme, focussing more on the absurd aspects. Also, starting the play with a suicide bombing, which I find acceptable here, would be deemed insensitive in Israel, where almost everyone has been affected in one way or another by terror attacks. It’s very hard to discuss all the problems we have evoked here with the real actors of the drama. I will give you an example: I have been using throughout this interview the expression “Palestinian Territories”. This alone could cause an endless discussion with Israelis, who might prefer the terms Judea/Samaria, West Bank/Gaza, Palestinian Authority, etc. I don’t think most Europeans would even notice that the terms may be controversial. In fact, I find it very difficult to discuss these issues in such a short space. This is true of the play as well, which is necessarily succinct. I cannot do justice in it to all the people who helped and supported me, spending so much time telling me their life stories and analysing the situation. This is why I have written a diary of my research, which will be published by the producers of “Kidnapping”.

Thank you and good luck.

Sunday, January 15, 2006













The Human Rights Organisation "Machsom Watch": Israeli Women Challenge Soldiers at the Checkpoints

Among my Israeli friends were several members of the women human rights organisation "Machsom Watch", which is the subject of the article below. I am, professionnally, a writer of documentary plays and fiction and have been used, in the past, to "rearranging" facts in order to give a more precise and complete account of the situations at hand. In the story that follows, I want to point out that all the quotes are genuine and that 90 % of the facts are the result of direct personal observations and experiences. However, in order to keep the article a reasonable length, I combined several visits to the checkpoints into a single one. In addition, the quotes of Aya Kaniuk are taken from an interview that is published on the website of Machsom Watch. I unfortunately did not meet Kaniuk, but her words are so important that I made her appear into my story, like a character of one of my plays. I apologize for this. I believe it makes the story all the more authentic and "true".

I met many other courageous members of Machsom Watch not mentioned in this particular feature (as well as activists of other human rights organisations, e.g. Physician for Human Rights). I have written elsewhere about them, including in the comprehensive diary I wrote in French about my journey. This will eventually be turned into a book.

The following article was written after the withdrawal from Gaza, but before Ariel Sharon's stroke.

Ruth Kedar drives like Schumacher on the straight, empty road that cuts through the barren Palestinian landscape: nothing but hills, rocks and dry bushes. “We call them 'Araber-frei'!” shouts the Jewish woman now in a derisive, angry tone — a black-humoured reference to the Nazi slogan “Juden-frei”, describing regions where the Jewish population had been eradicated in World War II. “Only Jews can drive on them, they are built for the settlers.” We have already crossed the Green Line which divides Israel from the occupied territories, and are racing through the no man's land created by the erection of a separation fence (sometimes a wall) deep inside Palestine.

Suddenly Ruth Kedar points out in the distance: “there it is: that's the checkpoint!” At 76, this tiny, bony woman of indomitable energy has gone back into active life: appalled by the misery imposed on the Palestinians by the Israeli occupation, she joined the women's human rights organisation “Machsom Watch” and stands vigil twice a week at one of the innumerable military road-blocks restraining movement in the land. No Palestinian can walk more than a few miles without reaching one of these check-points. To pass them, one needs an authorization that must constantly be renewed. Even with the right permit, crossing the barrier can take hours and is subject to the discretion of the soldiers in charge. More often than not, the Palestinians are denied passage. No explanations are given.

Yet, when they are watched, the soldiers more often than not restrain themselves. The women's presence, and sometimes their intervention, moderate the brutal scenes and shorten the hours of humiliation. Also, they are the only Israelis Palestinians ever see who are not in uniform, the only ones who exhibit human kindness. As an elderly Palestinian school principal who just crossed the checkpoint says: “knowing there are Israelis experiencing what we experience, if only for a few hours, eases my suffering and gives me some hope for a different future.”

Machsom is Hebrew for checkpoint. The first Israeli Machsom Watch groups were formed in January 2001 in response to press reports of abuse of Palestinians at the road-blocks. The founders were three Israeli women who set out three goals: to monitor the behaviour of Israeli soldiers and police, to ensure that the human rights of the Palestinians were protected, and to record their observations and make them known to the widest audience possible. Now there are over 400 members working three to a shift on a daily basis, standing twice a week for several hours at one of the check-points. They make notes, take photos, and sometimes address the soldiers directly to remind them of basic principles of ethics and human rights. They are all women and all Israeli, from a wide range of backgrounds. Most aren't young anymore: they are often called the “grandmothers of the checkpoints”.

“It is completely arbitrary” says Ruth Kedar. “In fact, arbitrariness is the rule. The point is to have no system: a Palestinian never knows whether he will reach on any particular day his destination, be it a school, a hospital, a workplace or his relatives. This effectively paralyses life. The aim is to force the residents to leave, so Israel can annex their land. In Qalqilia, 4000 have already left and gone East.”

There are a few veteran officers in charge but most of the guards are teen-agers, floating in their wide uniforms: several layers of green cloth topped by a bullet-proof jacket. Will they ever grow up to fill their costume? One of them is a girl that seems too small for the gun she is pointing at a traditionally dressed Palestinian woman who carries a huge basket on her head and a baby in her arms. A queue of Palestinians waits behind blocks of concrete. The soldier in charge whistles and waves his hand to call the next person in line and check his documents. A group of people, mostly young men, also a 30ish father with his small son, sit on the roadside in the mud. I am told they were refused passage but won't give up. They have been there several hours already. The little boy sits between the legs of his father, wide-eyed and silent. Kedar comments: “they don't cry. They've lost the habit. They know that nobody will come and help.”

The check-point is filthy, a real dump, nothing but garbage everywhere; there is a foul smell of rotten fruits; everything is humid and brown as it rained in the morning. I find quite a lot of rubber bullets lying around in the dirt, as well as a used sound grenade. I show them to Aya Kaniuk, another Machsom Watch activist. “Every now and then”, she explains, “children throw stones at the soldiers and they fire back. Many kids get badly hurt that way, some have died.” She shows me the different kinds of bullets: some are cylindrical and are made of hard rubber — they are the least lethal ones. The others are round, with a metallic core and a rubbery coat: these are the actual "killers".

Like her colleagues, Kaniuk goes to the checkpoints twice a week. “If it were up to me, that's all I'd be doing. You can't ignore it, you can't turn it off, so it's best to go there: when people cry from every corner, you can't just pursue your old goals.” During the long hours she spends at the checkpoints, she sees the arbitrariness and senselessness of the whole process: “the Palestinians are confined in pens, forbidden to move from place to place and punished for things they haven't done, only because this may theoretically prevent others from committing a crime. All this is done in the name of security! It's ridiculous: who do our people think they are kidding?”

Kaniuk has tears in her eyes. All the nightmares she has these days are centred on an existence that is not hers, she says. She wakes up from a nightmare that takes place in someone else's reality. When she first saw the destroyed houses, she dreamed about destroyed houses. In her dream she was everywhere: among the broken bricks, with the little girl looking for her book among the ruins.

We approach the barrier to watch the soldiers at work. They ignore us. Kaniuk takes notes and talks at the same time: “a couple of weeks ago, I saw a father with his little son standing in a long line. A soldier stepped back, with his back to the father, and gave the man a shove, apparently by accident. The man fell down, dragging his son with him. The soldier saw this, but continued walking. He did not gloat or enjoy seeing the two fall down; from his perspective, it just did not happen. The man got up, helped his son get up, dusted him and said nothing. To me, this image epitomises the occupation. A Palestinian man falling down means nothing. This invisibility is a metaphor for the whole situation.”

Kedar sees the soldiers themselves as victims, simple draftees who find themselves in an impossible situation and cannot be expected to act humanly: “they are children who have to carry out our government's wrong policies. They wear flak jackets and steel helmets even in the worst of heats, because they are afraid”. She describes an incident where the soldiers were under a lot of pressure, following a warning that a suicide bomber was on his way. They were nervous, aggressive to the point of brutality. “And here we come, a bunch of old ladies, looking like their grandmothers, and they tell themselves: if they're here, perhaps nothing bad will happen.”

Machsom Watch only accepts women, feeling that men act too aggressively and are too closely tied to the army (although women are also drafted). Most of the husbands and sons of the activists are members of an elite army unit. It is a question of social status, patriotism and competition. Men pretend not to be militaristic, but there is a rather romantic cult of the war hero in Israel, a country where people constantly feel threatened and believe that only the army can save them from destruction. Children learn at school the names of the well-known generals and the details of famous operations, like the liberation of the hostages at Entebbe. “Even men who support our movement find it hard to adapt to our 'soft-power' strategy,” says Kedar. “In fact, we play the Jewish grannies that try and revive the conscience of our children-soldiers.”

Many of the soldiers standing behind the concrete blocks and pyramids of sandbags indeed look like children playing war. But the game bores them. They stare blankly into the papers they are shown and don't seem to have a clue about what they should do. It is a widespread belief that doing service at the checkpoints corrupts the young soldiers' character: being in a position of power goes to their head and they start behaving like masters towards slaves, becoming brutal and arrogant. The enemy is dehumanised. One can humiliate him, hit him, even shoot him. At the end of their service, draftees are said to need months to get back to normality. Drug abuse is widespread.

On the way back to Tel Aviv, Kedar tells me how she lost her peace of mind, going to the checkpoints. “I have been totally engulfed. But despite the hardships, the cold weather and the long hours, I feel it is nothing I can give up.” Her personal life is inextricably interwoven with the history of the state. She represents the mainstream, Israel's Mayflower. She was born in Jerusalem. Her mother was a native Israeli; her father, a British Jew, was killed in the King David bombing in 1946 (a terror attack by the Jewish underground organisation “Irgun” that made 91 British victims). Her brother, an air force pilot, was killed in action. For 52 years she has been married to Paul Kedar, a prominent military officer who was army spokesman in Lebanon.

“In retrospect, my generation made a lot of mistakes”, she says. We were arrogant, perhaps, but we felt that we were building the country. Today, when I look at the result, the disappointment is terrible. My husband Paul, who started out as a radical right-winger (he was a member of the Irgun) is now dejected, totally disheartened by what is happening. He supports my work.”
Kedar has no illusions. There is no chance, she thinks, that she and her colleagues will be able to get rid of the system of military blocks. “But no one can tell me that these things do not happen and that the hundreds of checkpoints in the occupied territories really serve the security of Israel. I have seen it with my own eyes.”

In Israel, it is the women who lead the way for peace. For all Ruth Kedar's disillusion, they were successful once before: When Israel pulled out of Southern Lebanon in May 2000, after nearly two decades of war, a women's organization called Four Mothers was credited with helping rally Israeli public opinion behind the move. Right-wing politicians like Prime Minister Ariel Sharon, then the leader of the opposition Likud Party, harshly criticized the army pullout as caving in to the guerrilla tactics of Hezbollah, a fundamentalist organization backed by Iran and Syria, and argued it would hurt Israel's deterrence. But in countless interviews and opinion pieces, the Four Mothers — women who lost their sons in the Lebanon war — helped focus the debate not only on security issues but on the young lives that would be saved by putting an end to what was being labeled as Israel's Vietnam — a war against guerrilla fighters on foreign land with victory nowhere in sight.

The Four Mothers spawned about a dozen other women's peace and human rights groups, including Machsom Watch, which have been agitating for an end to the occupation of the West Bank and Gaza. But the battle is much tougher now. According to Kedar, “many people feel we're not occupiers and that the West Bank and Gaza is our land. In Lebanon, it was much clearer. There was a border and it was a different state."

Now the man who has a map of the greater Israel in his office, Premier Ariel Sharon, ordered the disengagement from Gaza. No one knows whether this was his first or last step towards the end of an occupation that started in 1967 and has poisoned the lives of generations of Palestinians and Israelis. According to Kedar, "he only did it in order to keep a large chunk of the West Bank. This won't work. We need to give back all of the occupied territories. Otherwise the war will never stop and in the end, our dream of a safe land for our children will be forever destroyed. No matter how strong, our army cannot, in the long run, subdue a whole civilian population. Even then, the Palestinians would end up with only 22 % of the original Palestine (i.e. the territory of the British Mandate). They have done all the compromises they can afford. The ball remains in our camp."













Israel, Why We Care

As a 7 year-old girl in Paris, I went to Sunday school and learned all about Cain and his brother, Abraham and his son, Esau's lentils, Jacob's ladder, Moses' tables, Joseph's well, David's lute and all the rest. Palestine was home. Jews were relatives who'd found God and had been found by him back way back. From then on, I accepted them as fellow travellers along the path of my life. They have accompanied me to this very day.

As a 9 year-old, my father started telling me and my brothers about the war. He'd been in Berlin in '42-'44, a passionate anti-Nazi, and had done his private bit in opposing Hitler's thugs, saving a Jewish couple from the claws of the Gestapo and preventing the arrest of an American secret service agent. This got him thrown out of Germany, which was lucky, since these guys were more used to murdering than banishing. Still, they had their own rules and stopped short of assassinating a Swiss diplomat. I have always wondered about the two Jews: did they survive?

As an 11 year-old I fell in love with a beautiful young Egyptian boy who told me about camels, minarets and 1001 nights, teaching me how to write my name in Arabic. On the 5th of June 1967, he disappeared. Our school mistress told us a war had broken out in the desert, and that my friend had had to leave. He'd come back when all was over and done with. At home my parents were glued to the news. A few days later, they triumphantly announced Israel's victory and took us kids to the Drugstore on the Champs-Elysées. I had a banana split.

François Kamel didn't come back. Instead, a new boy arrived in our class. He was pale, thin and his black eyes were shining. His name was Gil and he told us he was a Sabra as well as a Kibbutznik, which left a deep impression. I promptly fell in love, since my previous flame had abandoned me. Gil told me about the Shrine of the Book and the hill of Armageddon, and about sharing property and having no money. Then he taught me how to write my name in Hebrew.

In 1970, 14 years-old, I read the memoirs of Golda Meir, "O Jerusalem" from Lapierre/Collins, and Leon Uris' "Exodus". To a girl brought up with the stories of the French resistance instead of Andersen's fairy tales, the Israelis became the quintessential resilient underdog, the freedom fighter summa cum laude, forever repeating little David's slaying of the big bad Goliath. I loved them and totally identified with these wonderful cousins who'd suffered beyond imagination but never given up the ghost, and who were now about to transform a piece of dump into the modern Garden of Eden. Had I been allowed to, I would have gone straight to a kibbutz.

1974-1978 I read all the books of Primo Levi and started to believe in hell, which was on earth, and in the Devil, humanity itself. God was dead, obviously, and for a while, there had not been enough light for most people to see what was perpetrated before their very eyes. Light needed to be reinvented, this was the purpose of life.

In 1998 I went to Israel with 25 German youth actors. We performed "Goodbye Butterfly", my play about the Theresienstadt ghetto, to sold-out audiences in Jerusalem, Tel Aviv and Hasorea. On the last night of our trip, we had a bonfire party with about 20 young Israelis on the Sheraton Beach in Tel Aviv. Just before midnight, Ruth Elias, a survivor from Theresienstadt and Auschwitz, came to meet us. She looked frail and hard at the same time. Her silvery crew-cut shone in the moonlight. A dozen German kids came to sit in the sand around her, to talk things over. She wanted to know what it was like to have a Nazi grandfather. They told her. It was a starry night and the waves were loud. I let them deal with this alone; it was their story. At the end, everyone hugged Ruth. 50 years ago, when she'd given birth to a child in Auschwitz, Mengele had her breasts hermetically bandaged, wanting to find out how long the baby would survive without food or drink. As it started to dry out, Ruth poisoned it.

From then on, my life was full of Israel and Israeli friends. I travelled to the country several times. There were terror attacks, army operations, 2002 the end of Oslo; checkpoints sprang like mushrooms all over the territories and the settlements spread. My friends talked heatedly around the Shabbat table and said: "look at what is happening to us. We must stop this nonsense. Let them have their state and deal with their own internal mess. One day it will be too late and we will not wake up from this nightmare anymore". They told me to write about this and I did.

This is my story, and the story of many Europeans from my generation. We care. We listen to our Israeli friends, share their concern and join in their silent, o much too silent chorus: "No to occupation. Two states for two peoples. Share Jerusalem. Now". There is no security except in peace, justice and human dignity.












A Visit to the Bazaar of Hebron

We entered the narrow cobbled street leading to the centre of the bazaar and it was like walking into the tunnel of death, so full of emptiness and silence that we lowered our voices as in a church and walked without making a sound. All the metallic shutters of the shops were pulled down and locked with chains. Humidity oozed out of the stone walls; they smelled of weeds and urine. I longed for the powdered whiteness of the desert, for the blinding light of the Judean sun. But its rays couldn't reach our loneliness: fishing nets had been hung over the street to protect passers-by from the rage of the settlers, who had gradually taken over the rooftops on the east-side and would throw at the Arab merchants and customers anything from garbage to excrements, discarded furniture, wood poles or rusty ironwork. Now that they had succeeded in emptying the bazaar of all life, I wondered why the nets were still full of these incongruous projectiles. But victory had not stilled the hate of these raving conquerors. I passed a door with Hebrew words painted in white. David translated: "Death to the Arabs. They belong in the gas chambers". There was anger in his voice, as well as shock, despair and immense bitterness. "How dare they?" he whispered, as if to himself. "You know, when the few remaining members of my family came over from Poland, having survived the death camps and marches, they had a dream. They wanted to build a beautiful land of peace, tolerance and social progress, a land where they would be safe. Now, these madmen here, who claim to be Jews, are destroying our vision, our desperate attempt to vanquish death and forget horror." We walked in silence; he was gone, lost in himself. I knew these moments of existential anguish and had learned to leave him to his dark musings. I watched the damp stones of the arcades, the vaulted alleys leading into even blacker darkness, the words of hate smeared on the biblical walls. And then I saw two ghosts, the last inhabitants of this forsaken crypt. They faced each other, completely still, each sitting in his shop, surrounded by an abundance of vegetables and fruits. Their wrinkled faces were like parchment and I wondered whether they would disintegrate to dust if the air suddenly touched their ancient skin. "Salam Aleikum", I said to one of the mummies. He slowly turned to me, eyes blinking, he was alive. He murmured a greeting, bent to the ground, picked up an orange and stretched his hand to me. I reached out for my purse. "Don't", said David. "It is a present. You must not humiliate him."

(Written after a visit to the bazaar in March 2004)














Ayalon: Former Israeli Anti-Terror Chief Turned Peacemaker says Time is Running Out

The man sitting in front of me sipping cold tea wears jeans, sneakers and a short sleeved blue shirt. His head is shaved, his eyes are piercing blue. He looks like so many average Israelis. He isn't. From his tiny office overlooking Tel Aviv, Ami Ayalon carries the hopes of many Israelis seeking a lasting peace with the Palestinians.

Looking at his biography, he doesn't seem to fit the part. A former Chief Commander of the Israeli Navy and head of the notorious Shin Bet (the Internal Intelligence Service which “deals”, in particular, with the Palestinians — imprisonment, interrogation, allegedly torture), Ayalon is indeed anything but a traditional peacenik. But in 2000 the situation took a dramatic turn for the worse with the collapse of peace talks at Camp David, the breaking out of the second Palestinian uprising and the election of hardliner Ariel Sharon as Israeli Prime Minister. “The Israelis feel trapped in a state of war”, says Ayalon. “This is why they elect tough people. Sharon is a warrior.” Ayalon decided to jump into the battle for peace.

He contacted the prominent Palestinian scholar Sari Nusseibeh, head of the Al Quds University in East Jerusalem. His idea was to develop a joint peace initiative that would be pushed up by the force of the people to the respective leaderships on both sides, then pushed up further to the international community. "We've had so many resolutions and plans and processes in the past," says Ayalon. "All of them have been conceived behind the clouds and parachuted down on the people, who are somehow expected to react positively. We are working the other way round.”

Together, Ayalon and Nusseibeh drew up a list of principles dealing with the five key aspects of the conflict: borders, Jerusalem, refugees, security and settlements. They made clear proposals: Israeli withdrawal from all the territories occupied in 1967; establishment of a non militarized Palestinian state in Gaza and the West Bank; Jerusalem as an open city and joint capital for Israel and Palestine; Palestinian refugees could only return to the new Palestinian State, not to Israel.

“People need to know where they are going” says Ayalon. The American “Road Map”, like the Oslo agreements, purports to take the people on a trip to an unknown destination, which will be decided at some point through negotiations to come. This doesn't work. People are ready to make compromises, but they want to know from the outset how bad it will be. We prefer to call our principles 'Destination Map'”.

Ayalon and Nusseibeh have spent the last two years campaigning on both sides of the Green Line for the endorsement of their “People's Voice”, going literally from door to door, organizing meetings between Israeli and Palestinian supporters, speaking in schools, factories, City Halls, army and police quarters, talking to businessmen and politicians across the board.

The message seems to be getting through: to date the “people's Voice” initiative has been officially endorsed by 254.280 Israelis and 161.000 Palestinians. Never in the history of the Palestinian-Israeli conflict have so many people come forward and signed a shared document. The number of Palestinian signatures is particularly impressive given the circumstances in which Nusseibeh's team has been working.

“It's hard work”, concedes Ayalon. “The Israelis have become cynical and lost their dreams. The word 'peace' has been abused, it has become illegitimate. What we do is publicity for peace.” As for Nusseibeh, he was up against more than disillusion in the Palestinian territories: “In about 30% of the places he has been to, he found rigid resistance to the point where he couldn't actually speak”, says Ayalon. “That's because he waived the right of Palestinian refugees to return to their original homes in Israel. He is one of the only prominent Palestinian who has the courage to tell the truth to his people: namely that the return of the refugees to Israel would mean the disappearance of our country. This is obviously unacceptable to Israelis. The abandonment of the right of return is a prerequisite to peace and to the establishment of a Palestinian state.”

Ayalon's credo is simple: “The Palestinians want an Arab Palestinian state and the Israelis want a predominately Jewish state. Only the two-state solution can satisfy both parties, and it is supported by 70 % of Israelis and Palestinian. A single bi-national state would neither be a safe home for the Jewish people, nor an independent Palestinian state. Violence would prevail, the economy would deteriorate, there would be no foreign investment and it would be a very unstable entity. The one state solution is a long term utopia.”

However, pragmatism could lose against utopia. Because of developments on the ground, particularly the expansion of the settlements in the West Bank, within 10 years from now, it will have become impossible to create a separate Palestinian state. Then there will no peace but only long term chaos and slow disintegration. “Time is running out”, says Ayalon.

He leans back and gazes through the windows. Evening is falling on cloudless Tel Aviv. The skyscrapers shine in the horizontal beams of the sinking sun. In the distance, the Mediterranean Sea. “Isn't this beautiful? I am a Zionist. All I want is to keep this State alive.”

(Written after an interview made in June 2004)



Saturday, January 14, 2006


Welcome to this New Blog

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