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NEWSLETTER
Sixth Edition, March 2008

by Michele and Terry Finseth, Companionship Facilitators

The New Year has brought a flurry of activity to Joining Hands for Justice Palestine Network, as we prepare for two groups of visitors simultaneously. We will be welcoming a group of first-time visitors from our sister network of Greater Atlanta early in February, and are looking forward to sharing not only the rich history of this region with them, but also the complex religious and political landscape. Additionally during this period our network is slated to undergo a training workshop to coincide with overarching programmatic changes of the PC (USA) Joining Hands Program.

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Network gathering disrupted

Early in January we met in Bethlehem to formalize the agenda and itinerary for each event, and revisit the focus we want to convey to our guests. Part-way into the meeting, Rana from the International Center of Bethlehem received an urgent phone call, that their neighborhood had been surrounded by Israeli soldiers. They had broken into one apartment, and were shelling an adjacent building. Momentarily, other phones began ringing frantically and the meeting was suspended as reports spilled in regarding families of three other network members, all who live in the same area.

Usama of Wi’am tried his best to calm his hysterical three-year-old son who was frightened by the shooting, and begging his daddy to come home and protect him and his mommy. Others were instructed to stay away and not go home until the shooting stopped. At the same time, members from Jerusalem and Ramallah wondered if we shouldn’t immediately close the meeting and flee Bethlehem, reasoning the situation could become worse, or the checkpoint close before we could get through.

But it was finally decided that this meeting was necessary enough to justify quickly push on through the agenda. Updates continued to filter in, and by the time the meeting adjourned, the four members who conferred with their families, went in various directions to wait out the incursion in places of safety.

Rana's account

Below is Rana’s account of her wait, her feelings, fears and frustration.

I am sitting in my office and unable to go home still. So, was feeling very angry and frustrated, then remembered how a friend of mine, when she is upset, she writes an email about what is happening and sends it. So, I thought I would do the same, and see whether it can be therapeutic to me too or not.

Will see.

I am not a person who likes to share the 'news' of my life or communicate episodes of happenings that are related to me, as everyone knows. But as I am sitting in my office, I find myself for the first time wanting to write something because I feel so helpless and angry! Angry because I cannot get home, which is only about 120 meters away from my office; and I simply cannot get there.

I feel so stuck and frustrated.

The story started at 2:30 PM. I was in a meeting outside of my office when my sister called to warn me against coming back to the office, and definitely not to head home after work since Israeli soldiers were in our neighborhood blocking any entrance and shooting any living thing in the area. I do not know how I managed to get back. I tried to prolong the meeting as far as I could, because I was not sure how will I get back, while everyone else was itching to finish so they can get home. Once all my tricks to delay the meeting were used up, I went with a friend of mine attending the meeting to my favorite coffee house. Though she was tired and hungry, she recognized the worry in me, because I had to think of a plan on how to get back to the office (a less dangerous zone, yet still everyone was warning me against getting there). Coffee, tea, crepes, onion soup, cheese cake, anything else eaten, it was time to leave. I started calling people I know who live in the back streets leading to my office, and asking them to watch the streets for me, and if one hears shooting to let me know so as to think of a different direction.

It is funny in situations like this how the community bonds together. Through my attempt to get to the office, I befriended many people who were trying to do the same, and were guided by people who called to us from their homes to come for a rest/drink tea and wait until the soldiers leave. Everyone became involved in finding the best route to get to safety-and to my office. I discovered interesting short-cuts along the way that I did not know of their existence before this day. But really I have never loved my community as I did today. It made me think again of why I chose to come back. Ok Ok.. maybe that is too corny and sentimental, since I shouldn't forget the old dirty man who lives at the end of the street, who leers at all of us woman staff, and he was still giving dirty looks as I passed by. He definitely was no help! But still, I think I am entitled to a bit of sentiment since I am distressed though it is true of this lovely community. Finally, I managed to make it safely back to the office, and it was about 6:00 PM.

Now the worry is about my mother.

I call her every 15 minutes to check on her and see if she is ok. As you recall, we live in this huge old building that is of 4 apartments, yet we are the only tenants in that huge building and now my mom is all alone there. I know she will kill me for this, but she is 70+ years old and she gets scared.

Since 2:30 she has been confined to the main hall of the house, not able to go to the bedrooms as they overlook where the soldiers are standing, and she is afraid. What shall I do? I feel so helpless. I mean, why do they enter to begin with? Why do they choose 2:30 PM to enter into the town? This is the busiest time of the day. This is when school kids are out and people are getting their last minute shopping before they head home early to fend off the cold weather that is heading to our little town, and hoping for the snow storm to come soon so they can have 'time off' from work and be able to play in the snow like little kids. This is the time when my mother goes out for her daily walk, talk to the neighbors and do a little shopping on the side. Yet, my mother today has not been able to do that, and what is worse is that she is confined in the house all alone, hearing the shooting, the shouting, the bulldozers, the jeeps

and she is scared.

Now I am hearing a lot of noise, but I am not sure any longer whether this is the sound of the Israeli soldiers or whether the snow storm is coming. I am still stuck in my office, and everyone is telling me that it might take all night long. I am envious of the class that is taking place next to my office. It is a class given by a teacher who lives in Beit Hanina, a suburb of Jerusalem. I know he will get to his house way earlier than I will.

As I write this, I recall what a friend shared with me a month ago. He said: "I am glad to be on vacation away from here for a while; I am starting to feel a bit more like a human being".

It is true.

"What back road can I take to my house that is only 120 meters away?!"

Rana and our other network members were not able to return home until late that night. Usama told us later, that other incursions have kept him from his family for up to twenty-four hours.

When we think about the year’s upcoming projects and activities, it is hard to factor in the fragility not only of the region, but people’s daily lives. While some might be inclined to give up and do nothing in fear of the next impending crisis, it is for this very reason that JHJP is motivated to work together to prevail despite these chronic circumstances.

 Katie Givens Kime

Our Journey to Israel and Palestine

by Katie Givens Kime, Associate Pastor at Trinity Presbyterian Church Atlanta

Like many of my fellow Atlanta Christians on our recent trip, I’ve been on several international mission trips, and as a pastor, have led a few too. In fact, I even spent a couple weeks in Israel, back in 2000. But nothing prepared me for our group’s journey to Israel and Palestine this past February.

Village of At-Tuani near Hebron

 

This sixth trip to Israel and Palestine was sponsored by the Presbytery of Greater Atlanta’s Joining Hands for Justice Committee- the international component of the presbytery’s hunger program, Presbyterian Answer to Hunger (PATH)-, and succeeded in educating all of us about the true nature of the conflict in the Holy Land. It also helped us understand what we can do to work towards a just and peaceful solution, supporting our Christian brothers and sisters still inhabiting this land.

 

A day-to-day life experience

Dinner with host families in Bethlehem

The most powerful experience of our trip was our stays with Palestinian Christian families in Bethlehem. We ate food, asked a thousand questions, heard stories, shared our own. Truly, is there any better way to be the body of Christ?

Beginning our journey in this way anchored us in how life is lived day-to-day in this hilly landscape so fraught with tension.

What’s it like to be a child, probably unable to ever leave Bethlehem without a rare and special permit, to never see a body of water or much green space? What’s it like to be a young adult, unable to imagine straying too far from home, unable to use your training for any kind of career? What’s it like to be a young Palestinian man without a marriage and children, automatically profiled as a terrorist by the surrounding military authority, without any choices? What’s it like to be grandmother, watching your house, your olive trees, the dearest possessions of your life, scraped away one day by a big yellow bulldozer?

Learning experiences

In addition to transformative experiences staying with our host families, we spent a lot of time learning about our Palestinian PATH/Joining Hands partners and other groups working on various issues.

Christian Peacemaker volunteer explains their work in the Old City of Hebron

While in Bethlehem, we visited Bethlehem Bible College, Wi’am Conflict Resolution Center, the International Center of Bethlehem, the Applied Research Institute of Jerusalem, Badil Resource Center for Palestinian Residency and Refugee Rights, refugee camps, the YWCA of Jericho, and the work of Christian Peacemaker Teams in Tuani and Hebron.

Destroyed Palestinian house near Jerusalem

 

We looked at maps, we heard statistics, and we saw many, many guns in the hands of Israeli soldiers, and some settlers too.

We passed many checkpoints, we saw the destruction of villages, and the construction of the immense Wall of Separation. We saw settlements, looming large and growing on the hilltops throughout the West Bank.

Separation Wall

Graffiti in East Jerusalem

And then we transferred from Bethlehem to Jerusalem, just six miles away, for the second half of our trip.

Women in Black Vigil

We protested the occupation alongside the Women in Black, met with U.N. officials (Office of Coordination of Human Affairs), talked with Mordechai Vanunu (the Israeli former nuclear technician who served 18 years in prison for revealing details of Israel's nuclear weapons program to the British press in 1986), met with the Parents Circle Bereaved Families Forum, toured East Jerusalem with the Israeli Committee Against House Demolitions, visited Yad Vashem (the Holocaust Museum), visited Ramallah and learned about the atrocities of new industrial zones at the Democracy and Workers’ Rights Center in Palestine, toured the YWCA of Jerusalem, met with Sabeel (of the Ecumenical Liberation Theology Center), and with a group of Israeli settlers.

Desecrated holy sites

East Jerusalemite describes Israeli settler activity in East Jerusalem neighborhood

Amidst absorbing an immense amount of disturbing stories and difficult facts, we visited some of the holiest sites of our faith: the places of Jesus’ birth, his ministry, his crucifixion and resurrection; the patches of Earth held most dear by the sons and daughters of Abraham. This had an exhausting effect on our group, of course, but it also tilled the ground for a certain kind of experience.

Art Gish describes Christian Peacemaker Team’s work in the village of At-Tuani near Hebron

 

It was impossible to view the way in which the land between the Mediterranean and the Jordan River is being governed, abused, guarded and bloodied without the compass of our Christian faith. Not only the question “what would Jesus do?” but rather, what did Jesus do in his time on this land, the period which happens to be the same one most glorified and beloved by Israeli Jews as the golden era of Jerusalem?

What DID Jesus do?

At-Tuani village woman describes attacks by Israeli settlers on children and shepherds

Jesus cared for the least, the dispossessed, the hated, the feared, the shunned. He dined with them, stayed in their homes, loved them, prayed with them, heard their stories. So who is the dispossessed, the least, in this complicated, wrenching, violent situation?

Claiming the role of victim is a hotly sought prize in this land embroiled with conflict. Whether your child is killed at the hands of a suicide bomber or an IDF missile, you are a victim, no matter your color or creed. Pain, suffering, and evil take root on both sides. But what we saw, heard, and experienced was a conflict without symmetry, a high-stakes game in which the players are not evenly matched. In terms of military might, economic strength and world opinion, Israel holds most of the playing cards; cards stamped with American flags.

School children in the village of At-Tuani

 

And who is the major loser in this game, played as it is now, with checkpoints, walls, near-apartheid state disguised as “security”? All of us. If the Middle East represents the intersection of the West and the East, of Europe, Africa and Asia, of holy ground for the major religions of the world, then we all lose when human rights are denied, when fear reigns, when mistrust owns the hearts of God’s children living and dying in this space, and when forgiveness is forgotten.

A different voice

Our group of eleven consisted of delegates from six congregations of the Presbytery of Greater Atlanta – but as we learned, we represented more than that to our Christian partners in Palestine. We represented hope; hope that not every American supports the way our government acts, in our name, to sustain the conflict, occupation, and violation of human rights happening in this land our faith tradition holds as “Holy”; hope that a truer story of the balance of power in the occupied Palestinian territories might be told to the Western world.

"While visiting the holy sites of our faith is important, perhaps getting a holy sight of how justice might be done in this land is our true Christian call".

Of the many messages we carried back in our hearts to our fellow U.S. Christians, perhaps my most fervent is this: I suspect that the Holy Land Pilgrimage that Jesus would most hope for us to do would be to reach out to those suffering most in the land on which our Savior once tread. While visiting the holy sites of our faith is important, perhaps getting a holy sight of how justice might be done in this land is our true Christian call.

The 2008 PATH/Joining Hands delegation

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