IT IS SO SICKENING AND RIDICULOUS WATCHING THESE ISRAELI SOLDIERS!
IS THIS HOW ZIONIST ISRAEL USE THEIR SOLDIERS CHASING AFTER YOUNG CHILDREN BECAUSE THEY ARE WALKING IN THEIR OWN LAND. DON’T THE SOLDIERS GOT MORE IMPORTANT TO DO THIS IS REALLY UNBELIEVABLE!
Published on Nov 15, 2014
|Dalil Fidel||12:29am Nov 16|
Why the world closes its eyes to the crimes of the Zionists? Why Zionists have carte blanche to defy international law? why israel before everyone silent? why the world supported israle? I’m sick once again to talk about human rights, the pretext of the West to colonize the weak countries, such as the real Holocaust Palestinian front of everyone, not the UN, not human rights amnesty, no dignity with israel.A permanent Holocaust is live before our eyes to the world, wholes day, every night, day and night, night and day. Again, once too. The ongoing Palestinian Nakba, dragged the great perpetual disaster unbearable. Zionist and pro-Zionist propaganda to misinform, poison, justify, justify or exonerate Israel’s massacres and bloodshed committed distracts us, confuses us, disturbs us, we choke. We still always try and reverse the roles, passing the aggressor and victimhood, the State of Israel and its support for the victim who suffers or defended.the victim who suffers or defended.
Ilan Pappe’s October 25 lecture in Chicago, “The Ongoing Nakba,” promoting his new book, The Idea of Israel: A History of Power and Knowledge, emphasized two things that stood out to me in particular: Israel’s importing of European pine trees and the ethnic cleansing of Palestinians.  Though these issues are not new to the discourse on Palestine, Pappe reminds his audience that the land is as alive as the indigenous people who inhabited it. The mind, body, and spirit of both land and people are still victims to Israel’s current goal of de-Arabizing Palestine, “which has gotten worse for the Palestinians every year since 1882.”
The lecture, at the Church of Our Savior in Lincoln Park, was packed. As I looked around, I saw some familiar faces: Jewish activists, Episcopalians active in the Divestment movement, students from local colleges. The pews we sat in were so old that if someone moved his or her leg, everyone sitting on the long bench could feel it. It was an unseasonably warm October night in Chicago and the crispy fall leaves I walked on from the train to the church indicated that the city’s winter chill was coming soon.
Though the lecture was several weeks ago, one phrase that I haven’t been able to get out of my mind was when Pappe said that Israel’s goal since the 1882 First Zionist Congress was–and still is–“to have as much of Palestine as possible with as few Palestinians as possible.” This wasn’t new to me. But when I heard him repeat this sentence several times throughout the evening, I thought about my own connection to the land as dictated to me by the Jewish Zionist narrative.
I was so entrenched in this Zionist narrative that I didn’t know until years later that I was an active participant in these land politics. Using Israel as a playground–which so many American Jews did (and still do)–I was a Jew in Palestine playing in an absurd theater of colonization and appropriation. Unbeknownst to me, my love for the land was designed and scripted out as a larger plan to rid Palestine of Palestinians. Without thinking about it, we just simply called that land Israel and went on summer programs designed for us to fall in love with it–the land as a backdrop for our play.
Reading Pappe’s The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine was the beginning of my transformation from Zionist to anti-Zionist. It took me a year to get through the book. Many nights I’d stare at it on my night-stand, pretend to ignore it looking back at me, and grab for the New Yorker instead. I’d return to it the next night, though, and pick up where I had left off, trying–painfully–to reconcile what I was reading with the Israeli propaganda I had absorbed as an ardent Zionist.
Pine trees in the Yatir Forest planted by the Jewish National Fund which is being used to displace the Bedouin residents of the unrecognized village of Atir. The original caption on this photo from the website israeltoday.co.il read, “Since the formation of the State of Israel, tree planters have been busy creating forests in the holy land, which was a barren wasteland for centuries.”
I remember my first trip to Israel at age 16 in the 1980’s, driving past the pine tree “forests” that Pappe writes about in his book. As a teenager, I didn’t know that pine trees were not native to the Middle East. I saw the forest, and I felt satisfaction that I had helped to “make the desert bloom.” As a child, I filled out the form that so many Jews filled out to plant a tree in Israel. I planted trees for my birthday and for others’ birthdays. I even planted a tree for Elie Wiesel when he had sent me a letter, responding to the one I had written him–during my phase as a teenager when I was obsessed with everything he wrote about the Holocaust–where I told him how much I loved his books. “Read as much as you can,” his letter began to me, “it is important to learn as much as possible.”
In his book, Pappe personifies the land as an organism that rejects the imported European pine trees–they are, to the land, as out of place as the white European Jewish settlers who set out to create a white European colony in the heart of Palestine. Like a splinter in a child’s finger that slowly on its own gravitates to the surface as though it knows it doesn’t belong, so too the European pine trees and Israeli efforts to colonize are rejected by the Palestinian land:
At times, the original flora manages to return in surprising ways. Pine trees were planted not only bulldozed houses, but also over fields and olive groves. In the new development town of Migdal Ha-Emek, for example, the JNF did its utmost to try and cover the ruins of the Palestinian village of Mujaydil …But this particular species failed to adapt to the local soil, and despite repeated treatment, disease kept afflicting the trees. Later visits by relatives of some of Mujaydial’s original villagers revealed that some of the pine trees had literally split in two, and how, in the middle of their broken trunks, olive trees had popped up in defiance of the alien flora planted over them fifty years ago. (227-228)
The land of Palestine feels and recognizes foreign bodies. During subsequent trips to Israel, driving past the forests, I saw some of those trees bought with my allowance money as a child. I didn’t see the indigenous earth and plants beneath, of course, rejecting efforts to colonize it, the land itself personified before me now in Pappe’s book.
I remember, as a little girl, the pride I felt when I received the certificates for planting trees. When the certificate for the tree I planted for Elie Wiesel arrived in the mail, I sent it to him at Boston University. Now, my JUF certificates for planting trees sit next to a certificate I received from Daoud Nassar’s Tent of Nations when I planted an olive tree at his home in the West Bank. The certificate says, “The Tent of Nations seeks to bring people of various cultures together to build bridges of understanding, reconciliation, and peace.” Looking at them side-by-side, I don’t feel any better. Pappe’s lecture reminded me that I’m not supposed to.
At the end of his talk, Pappe reiterated that the only thing that can come out of Zionism is racism. Then he went on to say–no easy task–that Zionism nevertheless produced great achievements. “It saved my family. It revived the Hebrew language,” he said solemnly, while reminding us–for the last time this evening–of Zionism’s main goal: to have as much of Palestine as possible, with few Palestinians as possible.
1. Pappe spoke as the keynote speaker at the annual conference of the Israel Palestine Mission Network of the Presbyterian Church (USA).
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