Exit Denied: An Escalation in the Campaign of Ethnic Cleansing

At around 12:30 am yesterday, I was heading back to Bethlehem, by
myself, from Ramallah as to avoid the early morning delay at the
dreaded Qalandia terminal. At night there are very few cars, so I
thought I'd take advantage and avoid the waiting and anxiousness to
cross such a barrier causes. On some level, everyone must confront
the mental and emotional anguish brought on by such confrontations.

This time, however, I was driving confidently towards my destination,
armed with my American passport and newly issued visa in hand. I was
prepared for the journey.

Or so I thought.

I pulled up to the first gate, where they rarely check ID's since
this is the first passage, the further scrutinizing is normally done
at the following point.

Regardless, I held up my passport, as I always do to show the
soldier my precious piece of blue laminated cardboard and paper.
Then, instead of the regular nod of the head and lifting of the
gate, came the sanctimonious voices from above, in Hebrew, from the
loud speakers. I looked more closely to see what was going on, but
through the bullet-proof windows, gates and darkness of the night,
all I could see were the heels of shoes kicked up, and the burning
butt of a cigarette being smugly smoked.

I asked the soldier what was going on, and what the problem was. He
replied in his perfect British accent, "Just because you wave around
your American passport, you think you can get through here?!"

Yes, of course I do. That is how it is supposed to work!

After about a five minute standoff an exercise in patience and
breathing techniques, I asked in the calmest voice I could, what his
name was. He told me, "Daniel". I asked Daniel if I had done
something wrong. He repeated the bit about waving around my American
passport.

My responses clearly did not satisfy him, and I am not sure anything
I said would have. So I began on - about occupation, and collective
punishment. As the queue was growing quite long behind me at this
point, I asked if he was holding us here for security. Then his
African counterpart chimed in. She said, "yes, they are all
terrorists!" in the only English words I heard her utter. Then I
asked them if they had ever heard of international law. Daniel
asserted, "Here, this is my law".

Then he spoke into his walkie-talkie, and let me though.

Immediately as I pulled forward, there were three soldiers lined up
in a military formation. When I pulled up in front of them, the
female soldier, who later told me her name was "Suzanne", yelled at
me in Hebrew to reverse, and go back. After doing so, she went on to
attempt to intimidate me with her mean looking snarls, and loud
voice. When she asked, I showed her inside my trunk, to prove that I
do not have a bomb. It was then that she told me to empty the
contents onto the ground…that is when I told her that I would not
empty the books that I had in there, and she got really angry. So I
told her if she wanted my books on the ground, she would have to put
them there, as I would absolutely not.

This did not satisfy her insatiable appetite for meanness and
oppression, so then she began mocking me, making fun of my name and
told me that I was not allowed to pass through the checkpoint, and I
must return to Ramallah -- as she threw my passport at me.

If one feels the slightest bit of indignation and sense of injustice
by stories of such ongoing and clear ABUSES OF POWER, and the
suffering that is caused by the checkpoints, it is not even possible
to begin to imagine the feelings of rage, degradation and trauma one
is left with after such first hand experiences. And the treatment I
received was just the tip of the iceberg.

Apparently, it is not even certain that these were soldiers. Similar
to those in Iraq, OCHA recently announced that "Private Security
Companies (SC)" had taken over the manning of this checkpoint – and
that others will be soon to follow suite. This development should be seen as a direct escalation, as these private contractors are illegal according to international law, because they are accountable to no one!

Watching as these armed thugs behaved with me, with complete
immunity, I am afraid to see how they treat the more vulnerable
among us. These soldiers, or whoever they are, are now making up
their own laws and rules. They no longer even have to uphold a
pretense of a chain of command, army rules to follow, or respect for
international law.

And yet, this is just the beginning of the IDF's attack on travel
and freedom of movement in the West Bank. The IDF has recently
announced that the permit system which makes it impossible to travel
to Gaza, which gives Israel 'carte blanche' to impose its deadly
policies, will become the norm in the West Bank. Thus, it is clear
that Israel is stepping up its planned campaign to create Qalandia
as this international border of entry into the Palestinian islands
of prisons. Accountable to no standards of law itself, the IDF
unabashedly admitted that the 44 roadblocks they supposedly 'eased
restrictions' of, never even existed!

Simultaneously they are working 24-hours a day, 365 days a year, to
expand the existing settlements for the likes of immigrants such as
Suzanne and Daniel who are taking their cues from the Israeli
government, who, in turn, are in the process of completing 24
tunnels for Palestinians to drive underground in - which will
connect this prison of Palestinian islands - and cement the 56
settler-only roads above ground, for Jews only to travel on!

While Palestinians hope for a political solution to ease the sheer
insanity that Israel has imposed on them, creating every possible
misery in their lives; it is the Israeli government's hope and
future vision to bring Gaza to the West Bank. We can not possibly
begin to imagine what this will mean on every insidious level.

The map is drawn. The underground tunnels for the Palestinians are
being dug. The settler-only roads are already in place. All they
need to do now is connect the dots - that will be our dear
Palestine. It is just a matter of time.