All That’s Left– Redrawing the Green Line (Video and Flyers)

June 5th, 2013, 46 years after Israel occupied the Palestinian Territories, All That’s Left members came to Jerusalem to repaint the Green Line. Here’s how and why and my super-objective, wholly-unbiased analysis:

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And five reasons I objectively, unbiasedly think this action was a good one:

1. It was done in good spirit and was not mean. When did not condescend or attack the people passing by or even get in their faces. If they wanted to know more, they were welcome to stop and ask.

2. As contrasted to many “friendly” actions, it was deeply and entirely political, and unafraid to say very clearly what we think is a problem (and which organizations we think are contributing to that problem).

3. It was relevant, timely, and up-to-date.

4. It was creative, artistic and surprising. (“You’re painting the what?”)

5. It came from a collective, was collectively decided on and collectively carried out and collectively planned. All That’s Left. Green Line. Word.

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Fiddler with No Roof (From Anatevka to Al Araqib)

Check this video

By Rabbis for Human Rights.

We are become Czar.

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“If Only You Were More Polite…” (On MASA, Naftali Bennett and a Common Critique of the Left)

Last Sunday, a group of young Jewish members of a new diaspora anti-occupation collective called “All That’s Left” interrupted Naftali Bennett’s keynote address at an End of Year “MASA” gathering, chanting “Diaspora Jews say end the Occupation.”

I think that this action was really dope. [Full Disclosure (Not that anyone in the universe thinks that I am anything remotely close to an objective-ish journalist): I am active in All That's Left]. It’s gotten excellent positive coverage in the media, from a Haaretz write up, to blogs on Open Zion and Jewschool, to a Times of Israel blog written by Josh Leifer, an organizer of the action and an ATL member, in which he eloquently made the case for the action:

”Bennett represents a dangerous combination of the entrepreneurial, problem-solving ethos of neoliberalism with a totalitarian disregard for civil rights. Failing to bring this to the attention of the hundreds if not thousands of MASA participants who attended the event would have constituted a moral failure.”

But I think the real testament to action, in terms of media, is the swarm of negative feedback it has received from the Far Right, and the hand wringing discomfort it has generated in parts of the Plan Right/Fake Left. In terms of the former, the settler newspaper “Arutz Sheva” published an op-ed in which one could almost feel the mouth-froth spritzing through the computer screen as the author accused the “loser” organizers of the action of hating Judaism. (Some choice arguments about why Naftali Bennett represents Judaism according to the author: He was in Sayeret Matkal! And he is wealthy!). If this ain’t enough to get your pulse a-pulsin’, browse the comments section on Josh’s op-ed. If I hear one more right-wing American Jew claim that they are somehow in line with Martin Luther King’s ideology of equality and justice, well, I might just have to… write an op-ed. (Again).

The interesting thing about this piece, though, is not that settlers think that Leftists=anti-Semites, but rather the first line: ”Some uncivilized leftists disrupted a speech by Naftali Bennett.” Uncivilized. This refrain is one that was echoed in a more “moderate” take on the action, by Ben Sales writing for JTA, the mainstream American Jewish Telegraphic Agency.

This refrain is one that we hear time and again. The article is written as if it is an objective-ish news analysis, and makes an academic (and I think rather fair) comparison between the action and one done by JVP activists in the US a few years back. It is not until the last line that the piece steers off into the subtle, smug and incredibly harmful  rhetoric of “If only you were more polite.” (Josh addresses this also in his piece, referring to the White Liberals who told Dr. King that they were uncomfortable with his tactics). Sales interviews Josh, and then concludes by saying: ”He did not call Masa to voice his objection, though, and said that there was no organized campaign to try to cancel the speech.”

Let’s stick with the first half of that proposition. Josh Leifer did not call Masa to voice his objection. The absurdity is so absurd in that clause, that I cannot but wax a bit more wry and facetious than my usual tone. First, Josh should have called 1-800-MASA, the direct line all 19-year olds are given to decision makers in major Jewish organizations. Indeed, if Josh had taken time to call MASA, perhaps the conference organizers would have realized the mistake they had made!

Josh Leifer: Hello, MASA?

MASA: Hello, Josh Leifer!

JL: Um, I wanted to let you know that I think that your decision to have Naftali Bennett give the keynote address at your event is really problematic, because he is a major advocate for settlement, occupation and apartheid.

MASA: Oh my! We had no idea. We simply thought that he was a high-tech leader with good English! We knew nothing about his political background and there was nothing ideological or calculated about our choice to have him address our crowd of thousands of young and highly influence-able diaspora Jews! We’ll make sure to take back the invitation right away!

In reading this, I was reminded of a campaign I was involved with a few years ago, in my youth, calling on another major diaspora Jewish organization to stop actively supporting the occupation, ie., calling on JNF to stop the eviction of the Sumarin family in Silwan. The campaign was partly led by Rabbis for Human Rights, with whom I was then active, and the JNF’s first response to the campaign was as follows:

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It turned out that all “the facts” listed in the above letter were actually straight-up out and out lies, but hey, who’s counting (when it comes to mega-rich mainstream organizations, that is)? But it still would have been nice if RHR had had a little menschlichkeit and called. (And don’t you wield your Yiddish at me, you schlemiels, it was your form of Zionism that gobbled up Yiddish culture and language).

If only they’d called us. If only these young, uncivilized leftists had been more polite. Then certainly MASA would have reconsidered honoring a man who is unabashedly anti-democracy and anti-Arab. Then the JNF would have certainly promised to stop forcibly evicting Palestinian families from their homes and replacing them with radical Jewish settlers in East Jerusalem. If only they hadn’t yelled. If only they’d gone up to Naftali Bennett to voice their concerns afterwards. Perhaps Naftali Bennett would have even changed his mind and stopped calling for the, um, less-than-democratic (read: a.part.heid (sorrysorrysorrysorry)) style of annexation of most of the West Bank. If only Rabbis for Human Rights had given us a phone call, we would have explained everything. If only they’d been more polite!

That’s the whole point, kiddos: Damn straight we are not polite. And we will keep being not polite as long as you keep whitewashing racism, as long as you keep putting a pretty face to violent occupation, as long as forced annexation and housing evictions are mainstream agenda items, disguised by trees and good English.

 

 

 

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The Shamasneh Case: How the Nakba Continues in East Jerusalem

{This piece was originally published on the Times of Israel}

In Jerusalem, there is a family of ten people. They live in a small house on a quiet street, not far from the Jerusalem bustle of cars and tourists and hotels and diplomats, but removed, out of sight. The grandfather and grandmother have been living in the house for over four decades. Their son and their son’s children have known this house as home for their entire lives.  The house has a narrow staircase and a low door.

The Shamasneh family outside of their home in Sheikh Jarrah. 

On Monday, May 20th, the Supreme Court will meet in its lofty Jerusalem halls, with their swooping marble archways and breathtaking high ceilings, to discuss whether or not this family’s home should be taken from them and given to members of an American-funded organization. This is a legal case- nothing more, nothing less. Israeli law states that a person who can prove pre-1948 ownership of property may take their claim to court and “reappropriate” their house (or may have their claim taken to court for them by said American-funded organizations). This is a question of law, the backbone of democracy, and upholding the law.

The law, of course, does not apply when it comes to non-Jews, ie., Palestinians, hundreds of thousands of whom have documents proving ownership of homes within Israeli from before 1948 and are not allowed to set foot inside of Israel, let alone take property claims to the Israeli courts. The judges will speak of technicalities and details, of “absentee property” and “protected tenants” and “general custodians” and “balance.” They will not speak of “justice” or “equality” or “forced expulsion.” This, to our Israeli system, is a story of crime and punishment: the crime is being Palestinian in Jerusalem, the punishment is potential expulsion and constant fear. All is legal, all is well.

The specific family in this case is the Shamasneh family. This family is also the al-Kurd family, evicted from their home in Sheikh Jarrah in 2009 along with three other families. This family is also the Kneibi family, whose Sheikh Jarrah house has also recently come under threat of takeover by settlers and has their next discussion scheduled for October. This family is the dozens of other families in Sheikh Jarrah (many of whom are refugees from 1948) who live in fear of being expelled from their homes. This family is the thousands of families throughout East Jerusalem and the West Bank who face eviction and expulsion as part of a quiet (or not so quiet if you ask folks like Naftali Bennet) Israeli government plan to transfer Palestinians out of the majority of the West Bank and major neighborhoods in East Jerusalem, with the blessing of the courts and the JNF and the Nature and Parks Authority and Tel Aviv University. This family is one of the hundreds of thousands of Palestinian families currently suffering from a Nakba that never ended. The Nakba, Arabic for “disaster,” is the Palestinian word to describe the events of 1948 in which hundreds of thousands of Palestinians were forcibly expelled or fled their homes (and here, a quick counterfactual to blur the line always drawn between “expelled” and “fled”– what if Hamas took over Be’er Sheva homes last November when most of the city’s population had fled from fear of rockets: would that be “OK” because the people there had chosen to flee, or would we consider that a form of forced expulsion?)

The Nakba, which will be commemorated tomorrow, on May 15th, is characterized by the Israeli government’s intentional expulsion or transfer of parts of the Palestinian population. This was done in 1948 en masse and by the military, with widespread violence under the banner of desperation. It is done in 2013 in suits and with a great calm, house by house (and sometimes village by village), through jurisprudence and law and under the banner of Israeli democracy.

Tomorrow, as we in Israel remember (or try our best to to ignore) Nakba Day, let us also grapple with the thought that the Shamasneh family is facing a small scale Nakba of their own, that if the courts decide to rule in favor of the settlers, the Shamasneh family will be expelled from their own home and replaced by Jewish settlers whose goal seems to be to ensure that “Shimon HaTzadik” (as it is also called by the Jerusalem Municipality’s Light Rail) is a Jewish neighborhood, and that the name “Sheikh Jarrah” is added to the list of Palestinian villages and areas that once were, before some version of the Nakba reached them, and are no longer.

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All That’s Left: A Diaspora Collective Against the Occupation

Introducing:

All That’s Left:

A new collective committed to ending the occupation and building the diaspora angle of resistance.

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This is worth following (and getting involved with).

First things first, our Facebook page was just launched, with a list of recommended books, articles, audio-visual and a blog roll. It will continue to be updated with videos, photos, invitations to action and, in general, All That’s Left. Word:


http://www.facebook.com/AllThatsLeftCollective

 

 

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“Jerusalem II” by Moriel Rothman

“Jerusalem II.” Spoken word from Jerusalem’s worst day, yesterday, Jerusalem Day. The sea of flags made me sadder than I have been in a while: most of the marchers probably had no idea that for the few hours leading up to their procession, Israeli police were busy terrorizing, arresting, hitting and clearing out Palestinians so that the march could go through the Damascus Gate (in Occupied Palestine) without the marchers having to see a single counter-protestor, a single Palestinian flag, a single thing that might dampen their day. They seemed to be having a really nice time. Here’s to better days:

And the original, “Jerusalem,” (2012) for those who missed it:  

Jerusalem

Your sidewalks are so soft

They feel like jelly donuts

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A Truck to Break the Occupation (Ezra Nawi Truck Campaign)

I. A Portrait from South Hebron

The hills are rolling and crumbling at the same time.

The wheat that whispers in the wind sticks sharply into my legs as I shuffle across the field to join the group of colorful shirts surrounded by dull green shirts and dull metal. The morning is crisp and calm. The ritual is the same. Palestinians farmers and their young children declare their intention to work land claimed by settlers, the army rushes down to prevent them, settlers look on from a far, the international and Israeli activists stand tweeting and twittering, video cameras in hand. Step one-two, step two-three, step three-four, step one-two. Today there are no clashes. Today the dance is tired and ritualistic. A white jeep bounces over the crest of the hill, and the air is lifted: Ezra. The Palestinian farmers laugh and say, “get the hajj Ezra some tea.” Everyone knows him by name. The soldiers mutter to each other, all of them know him by name also. Ezra gets out of the car, grinning and speaking Iraqi-Israeli Arabic that bounces smoothly like a white truck over rocky ground. Two of the small boys run over to him.

“We got a call,” Ezra says, telling whoever is listening –soldiers, activists and farmers– of a Palestinian farmer nearby who caught settlers poisoning his well– likely his main water source, as the villages in the South Hebron Hills are not connected to any grid, despite pre-dating the Occupation and Israel itself. This is part of the ritual, I remember, step one-two, step two-three, part of the game here is that in the process of dancing, Palestinians regularly have their property destroyed, the livelihood crushed, sometimes their lives taken, and they are not asked whether they want to dance.

A few of us pile in Ezra’s jeep, and are followed by a convoy of two jeeps. Ezra is off to visit the man whose well was poisoned. On his way he drops myself and another Israeli and an Italian off near where a lone man is herding. The man sees us, stops, raises his hand and calls, “Ah, Ezra!”

“Go with him,” Ezra tells and us, and the jeep is fading into the distance, green jeeps in tow, before we have fully stepped out.

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II. Ezra

I met Ezra a few days after I first arrived in Jerusalem in the Fall of 2011. Members of the Rabbis for Human Rights legal team were heading out to the West Bank to research a case concerning a settlement’s expansion of its “special security area” onto more private Palestinian land. Ezra was then to me as he has been each of the many times I have seen him since: gruff, distracted, teasing but with eyes echoed a deep kindness. “You speak Arabic,” he says to me, in Arabic. “How does a nice religious boy like you know Arabic?” I laugh, adjust my kippah, and look out the window as we bump through the dust and rocks. Ezra Nawi, an openly gay retired plumber whose parents came to Israel from Iraq, is a man who has dedicated his life to others and to this place. Each week, he drives over 1,000 kilometers, shuttling activists, lawyers, journalists throughout the fraught and justice-draughted South Hebron Hills, visiting Palestinian farmers, villagers, families. Everyone knows him. From what I’ve seen, most Palestinians respect him deeply –with a high degree of mutual amusement–  and many settlers and soldiers loath him. He is rougher than the rest of the activists, he tells the soldiers directly that they are committing horrible acts, tells them to go home, tells the settlers that he thinks they are doing evil things. But he has a softer side, as well, and when the dance shifts from ritualistic to serious, when people living in these Palestinian villages are hurt or threatened, it is then that the compassion which is his motor and engine shine through.

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III. Donate

Speaking of motor and engine, though, riding in his jeep often feels like a trip back to the late 1980s. This jeep is possibly the single most important material resource for those seeking to bring justice and break the cruelty of occupation in South Hebron through committed nonviolence, human compassion, direct action and access to information. And this jeep is quite literally crumbling. And so, I am turning this post, which I started writing as a reflection on my recent trip to South Hebron this past weekend, into an ask: Please help donate to buy Ezra a new truck. This is incredibly important. I don’t often make fundraising pitches (the last one I did was also connected to Ta’ayush, the South Hebron Hills, and the stark injustices that take place regularly there).

I am truly convinced that there are few better ways to funnel money against occupation and injustice than to help Ezra –to help all of us– get a new truck. Here is the link to the campaign: 
http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/ezra-nawi-truck-campaign

Thank you in advance.

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