Tuesday morning at 8:30 we received a call from Badee
Dwaik, one of the co-ordinators of Human Rights Defenders, a Palestinian human
rights group, about the unfolding situation in Al Fawwar refugee camp.
Around 2:00 that morning, hundreds of Israeli soldiers
invaded the village. Claiming they were looking for weapons, they went from
home to home, searching each one. In homes that they searched, the soldiers
destroyed furniture and made a mess. Their invasion caused clashes, as young
Palestinian men and boys rushed out to confront them with rocks.
As we drove close to the village, we could see a
roadblock and multiple Israeli Army jeeps stationed and not letting any cars
in. We saw a UN car and spoke to the drivers, they too were denied entry. X, my
fellow activist, and myself, decided to try getting into the village. The
soldiers at the roadblock stopped us and asked us who we were. Knowing that the
UN were denied entry and that in greatest likelihood if they were denied entry
then our group would face the same treatment, we told the soldiers we are
tourists. One of them looked at us and asked “OK, but are you sure you want to
go in? It’s not very quiet there”. We feigned ignorance and asked the soldier
what is going on. He said he can’t tell us, but advised us not to go in.
We said we would like to go in anyways. I resisted the
urge to tell the soldier that the reason things were “not very quiet” in the
village was because he and his comrades were attacking it.
As we entered into the village, we ran into a group of
soldiers from Hebron. We knew each other well from previous encounters,
especially settler tours and their forays into H1. They were very hostile and
tried to stop us from filming, by blocking and attempting to grab my camera.
They snapped at Palestinians to get into their homes or to keep moving. We
could hear gunshots and sound bombs exploding in further areas of the village.
Pretty soon, we saw some Palestinian men throwing rocks
at soldiers. The soldiers opened fire on them with rubber coated steel bullets,
we could hear the loud “bang” noises as we sat behind a wall and observed.
A Palestinian family invited us to their house, and we
observed from the rooftop as Israeli soldiers entered people’s houses. Groups
about a dozen armed soldiers would enter through the door. Of course the
families were not consulted. We visited a home that just about 15 minutes
before was searched by the soldiers. We came to room after room of upturned furniture,
clothes strewn over the floor, beds and tables flipped over. We witnessed a
group of soldiers come into a home of a Palestinian family, a big dog with
them.
Sometimes the houses were searched, but not always.
During other times the soldiers went on the rooftops and made themselves
comfortable. They were using these people’s homes- with the families still
inside- as impromptu military vantage points. Had there been any real fighting-
ie the people being victimized actually having weapons and being able to shoot
back- these families would have been in great danger. Deliberately endangering
civilians is a war crime.
The soldiers swore at the Palestinian family who allowed us to stand on their roof and observe, yelling “sharmuta” (whore) at them.
We later witnessed this same group of Israeli soldiers throw sound
grenades and gas grenades at school-age Palestinian children who were throwing
stones at them, none of which hit. They also pointed their guns at these kids and looked like they were going to open fire. We yelled at them that they are on film. One of these soldiers, a guy we knew from Hebron, pointed his rifle at us angrily.
Later, we witnessed clashes in another part of the
village between older Palestinian youth and men, and the Israeli Army and a
special unit of Border Police forces, who were shooting off round after round
of rubber coated steel bullets and live ammo. There were three International
Committee of the Red Crescent (ICRC) ambulances standing by, and very
unfortunately they were kept busy throughout the whole day. By the time the “operation”
was over, forty Palestinians were wounded and one seventeen year old boy was
dead- shot in the heart with a live bullet. Some people later told us that the
soldiers were stopping and detaining these vehicles as they rushed to take the
wounded away… if so, it would be another war crime.
During the clash, as I was filming, I heard a loud noise beside me and noticed a rubber coated steel bullet bounce off the garbage can I was standing beside. I was nowhere close to the shebab who were throwing the rocks (in self-defence). It is likely that one of the Border Police officers took a shot at me. If he was trying to shoot me and this wasn't another sick little intimidation attempt, all I can say is that I thank God that he had bad aim.
Being witnesses to the cruelty and brutality of the
soldiers, we also were witnesses to the kindness of the people whom we met in
the village. The Palestinian man who with his family allowed us to observe from
their roof knew he was taking a big risk, since the military could target him
next.
As the siege was progressing and one could hear gunshots
and the explosions of sound grenades in the village, the first family we stayed
with not only offered us cup after cup of coffee and tea, but later a delicious
Palestinian breakfast. Their kids asked again and again to have their pictures
taken.
As we walked through some parts of the village when it
was safer to do so, people guided us to the places where the soldiers were
engaged in their “action”. The second family we visited- whose furniture was
trashed by the soldiers- also offered us drinks and warmly welcomed us.
How they were able to maintain their hospitality and
kindness in the midst of this horrific event is beyond me. I really have no
idea how I would have responded in their place if I had guests come at a time
like this. Tragically, such raids happen there on more or less a regular basis.
As traumatic as this particular attack was, it was nothing new.
After about six hours there, we had to leave. We could
hear the sound bombs and gunshots continuing on our way out. We made sure to
hide our memory cards prior to exiting, but the soldiers manning the checkpoint
did not even check.
The “operation” was very military well planned out. The
village was surrounded from all sides, with soldiers blocking the road leading
into the village, and others being staked out in the hills. Small white drones
buzzed overhead, taking photos. No one was able to get in (although after about
a few hours the UN was allowed passage) and everyone was carefully screened on
the way out.
The Army and Border Police I later learned pulled out the
next morning, after spending about 24 hours in the village.
The Israeli military had tremendous success- forty
wounded and one dead on the Palestinian side, and on the Israeli side, one
lightly wounded soldier who was hit by a rock.
A truly resounding military victory. Except that the
targets were not uniformed members of an enemy army, or even armed militants.
The targets were civilians. Refugees. People already living a life that is
economically difficult, who were now hit (again) by this type of calamity.
What happened two days ago was a criminal action. State
ordered, and supported and sanctioned and even military made possible by
certain powerful governments.
However, it was a crime nevertheless. Hopefully one day
justice will come to this land, and events like this will be remembered as history
of a tragic past, not the current and ongoing reality of today.
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