My Day in Jerusalem
Sunday, 07.01.2007, 03:13pm (GMT)
The morning of March 18, 2006, day eight of my third journey to Israel
and Palestine began with a tour of the Old City of Jerusalem.
A sacred hush filled the cypress canopied stone streets of The Noble
Sanctuary that lead us to the Dome of The Rock, the site where Abraham
offered to sacrifice his first born son Ishmael and where it is
reported Mohammed ascended to heaven. We all remove our shoes and all
the women cover their hair with scarves, then we silently tread the
crimson carpet inside the Mosque. I am awed by the domed mosaic
ceiling, geometric designed stained glass and massive crystal
chandeliers above my head and silence is the only sound I hear although
the mosque is filled with people.
Our group is split into two: some take the basic tour but a few Dutch,
Japanese, Canadians, two Brits and I go the political route. Our guide
is Mahmoud whose father was from Chad, his mother is Palestinian and he
was born in Jerusalem.
Mahmoud tells us with a smile, "I was at the Ambassador Hotel for the
public meeting the other day and was arrested and detained for eight
hours. The Israelis will not allow Hamas and the PFLP to have public
meetings at all. At that same time they claim this is a democracy, but
how can that be if they do not allow political groups to meet and
discuss the situation and search for solutions?
"When I was nineteen I was arrested for being a member of the
PFLP/Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine and spent the next
17 years in jail. I was nervous when I got there and tortured for
months. Then a strange thing happened they gave me a shower, clean
clothes, put me in a clean room and spoke to me like a human being.
Then the French Ambassador came in and told me he could get me out
because my father had French citizenship. He asked me where did I want
to go and I answered; Jerusalem! He said it was impossible, I was not
allowed. I told him I would rather remain in prison if I could not go
home and so I spent 17 years and that is where I learned there is no
justification for anyone to take another life. Those who kill are not
true Muslims.
"I was an eyewitness on October 8, 1990 when a group came to put a
cornerstone where they want to rebuild the Temple. The Dome of The Rock
is also what the Israelis call The Temple Mount, [the site where
Abraham went to sacrifice his second born son, Issac]. They want to
destroy our Holy site but no archeologist has been able to say exactly
where The Temple had originally been and they have been digging for
seventy years.
"On that day they came I heard women shouting and crying, they were
fainting from the tear gas! People got angry and threw stones at the
soldiers and guards. Then hundreds of guards came onto The Noble
Sanctuary and started shooting and 17 people were killed and 1,500
injured. They claimed we were throwing stones at the Wailing Wall but a
Rabbi who had been over there said it wasn't true at all."
We walked the narrow stone streets that wind around and into an alley
and come to a site known as the "Little Western Wall", which is in the
heart of the Muslim quarter. Construction has begun for a synagogue for
women that will also prevent access in and out of the inner area, which
is an apartment building where two or three Muslim families share one
toilet.
Throughout the tour of the Muslim quarter Mahmoud points out the many
cameras on the ancient stone walls and where the colonists/settlers
have illegally confiscated Palestinian homes. "Within the Muslim and
Christian quarters there are 70 locations where 1,000 Jews now live. We
are under occupation and trying to have a better life and we have had
some success. Before 1967 we had no universities and now we have twelve
in the West Bank. I am a citizen of the Universe, but I live in
Jerusalem."
We climb to the roof of Al Quds University in Jerusalem where short
courses in Arabic are taught. The ancient stone buildings are marred by
satellite dishes and lookout towers.
In the afternoon of the eighth day of our Reality Tour, sixty
international ecumenical Christians were introduced to Sabeel's
Contemporary Way of Cross. The Sabeel way, transforms the traditional
Christian tradition of meditating upon the journey that Christ took
after his condemnation as he carried his cross to where he was
crucified with an updated meditation on empire and occupation.
In Jerusalem there are fourteen plaques along The Via Delorosa hanging
on the walls of buildings depicting where Christ may have fallen three
times, meets his mother, is stripped, nailed and dies.
The Contemporary Way suggests fourteen reflections beginning with 1948,
The Nabka: The Catastrophe which followed the failure of the UN
partition plan of '47 when the Irgun and Stern Gang [Zionist terrorist
groups] depopulated 400 villages and forced 726,000 Palestinians to
flee to Lebanon, Syria, Jordan, and Egypt.
Station Two reflects on those refugees and the 460,000 more that fled
during the War of 1967. Currently there are 675,670 registered refugees
in the West Bank, 938,531 in Gaza and over two million in Arab
countries who have never received compensation and have been denied the
right to return as guaranteed in Articles 13 and 15 of The Universal
Declaration of Human Rights* and in UN Resolution 194.
I was astounded to learn that in Natna, the Jerusalem refugee camp has
The Wall butted up to the boy's high school. The 'playground' where 780
adolescents gather is in reality a cement ground about the square
footage of a basket ball court. There is no view as it is walled in on
all four sides by the high school, The Concrete Wall and two smaller
cement walls.
A refugee informed our group that on a daily basis, "The Israeli
Occupation Forces show up when the children gather in the morning or
after classes. They throw percussion bombs or gas bombs into the school
nearly every day! The world is sleeping; the world is hibernating and
is allowing this misery to continue."
I wander around taking photos and am warmly greeted by a teenage boy
who asks my name and where I am from. I cringe when I say America, for
I am ashamed that over one billion USA dollars since 1948 has supported
violence and helped build The Wall which has been deemed illegal by the
International Court of Justice, for it does not follow the Green Line.
A few miles from the refugee camp, is the green grounds of the Jewish
settlement of Pizgatzeev. I was sick at heart and in my gut when we
drove less than a mile into the colony and in less than a miles drive;
I counted three playgrounds and a swimming pool. I wonder how many USA
tax dollars helped to build them, and why the same was not done for the
refugees.
As our group is praying a gun shot issues from the Natna refugee camp,
then another and another in rapid succession. I am told that the
Israeli Defense Force is showering the refugees with gun fire and
terror, which is a normal daily occurrence. I loose it completely then,
and sob uncontrollably and feel like the Magdalena when she could not
find her Lord. Then I think of Jesus, and how he cried over Jerusalem.
I am inflamed at what I have witnessed and I curse the empire that
condones the violent terrorizing of innocent people just because they
are Palestinian. I wonder when all the Israelis will wake up and see
they too are victims of the occupation for many have lost their
humanity.
I pray the Jewish state would indeed be a democracy, but if they want
to be a theocracy, fine with me if they would only just follow Micah
6:8:
"What does the Lord require? Do justice, be merciful and walk humbly with your God."
When Israel became a state in 1948, it was contingent upon upholding
the UN Universal Declaration of Human Rights. Article 13 affirms:
(1) Everyone has the right to freedom of movement and residence within the borders of each state.
(2) Everyone has the right to leave any country, including his own, and to return to his country
Imagine what a world it could be when every democracy honored the Universal Declaration of Human Rights and International Law.
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