Former CIA analysts Kathleen and Bill
Christison, writing in Counterpunch in January 2005, described
Bethlehem as a dying little town now partially encircled by
the Wall and cut off from Jerusalem, its religious and cultural
twin. "Already surrounded by nine Israeli settlements. by
a network of roads restricted to Israeli use, and by what
the UN estimates are 78 Israeli checkpoints and other physical
obstacles to Palestinian movement, Bethlehem has had only
limited access to its surroundings for years.
"Completion of the Wall on its northern and western sides,
separating it from Jerusalem, is the final closure on Bethlehem's
breathing room. A huge terminal went into operation in November,
requiring travellers entering and leaving Bethlehem to pass
through multiple turnstiles, x-ray scans and permit checks.
Palestinians must have hard-to-obtain permits to leave Bethlehem.
The terminal is manned by both Israeli military and civilians.
It functions like... an international border, except that
the guards and soldiers on both sides of this border are Israeli.
" The ugliness of military occupation has caused havoc. "Only
a few years ago," says Open Bethlehem, "one could see shepherds
roaming the biblical valleys, providing an uncanny counterpoint
to the trappings of modern life in Bethlehem. Today, the sheep
graze on urban refuse sites, a reminder of how little of pastoral
Bethlehem remains.
"Economic hardship has resulted in waves of emigration from
the city and reports warn that the face of Bethlehem will
change forever. The emigration is particularly marked among
Bethlehem's Christian communities. Since the year 2000 alone
more than 400 Christian families have left the area.
"This development means that the birth place of Jesus, home
to the oldest Christian church and the oldest Christian communities
in the world, will have nothing left of its history other
than the cold stones of empty churches within a few generations.
" Subversive graffiti artist Banksy from Bristol, England,
had been up to his tricks even at Bethlehem, where he'd paintsprayed
a splendid window view of the Swiss mountains through the
hated Wall.
We also saw his brilliant hole-in-the-Wall pictures gracing
the Qalandiya checkpoint.
"The segregation Wall is a disgrace," says Banksy. "The
possibility I find exciting is you could turn the world's
most invasive and degrading structure into the world's longest
gallery of free speech and bad art".
There's a tale of a tense encounter between Banksy and an
Israeli soldier....
Soldier: What the f*** are you doing?
Banksy: You'll have to wait till it's finished.
Soldier (to gun-toting colleagues): Safeties off!
Troops have fired shots in the air but so far Banksy remains
unscathed.
An encounter with an elderly Palestinian man, however, was
more thoughtprovoking.
Old man: You paint the Wall, you make it look beautiful.
Banksy: Thanks.
Old man: We don't want it to be beautiful, we hate
this Wall, go home.
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of American tourists pulled up and some got out. One sidled
up, pointed to the slogans on the wall and said: "The Palestines
making trouble again, huh?"
At that moment our Palestinian driver arrived with hugs
and handshakes. The Americans gawped in astonishment at the
friendliness of this member of the native population, whom
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THE SEPARATION WALL, BETHLEHEM
When speaking, freely, with our god, our prayers
Our walls of wills, like stones within our hearts
Like stones within our walls, we pray, like Warsaw, just
Like Bethlehem, for freedoms and for rights of passage
I shall not believe
I shall not believe, unless
Unless I see the wall
Within our prayers
Within our wills
Within our cities
Within the hearts of all our peoples
Unless, I see
Unless, I place my finger
Within the holes within the walls
Within the hearts within the bodies
Within our very souls
Unless, I see
Unless, I pray
Unless, I know
That walls are wounds
That bleed, unless
I speak to God
And name his name
As murderer
As blasphemer of his book of books
As slanderer of his wall of walls
As betrayer of his people of our peoples, I do
Not have a choice, I cannot
Speak, within these walls
This wall, within our exile, within
Our wilderness, our separation from our god
Phillip Vine
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Our Warrior Saint
St George and the Dragon are everywhere to be seen
in Bethlehem, especially in and around the ancient Church
of the Nativity. Many Bethlehem houses have a panel of St
George carved in stone and set in the wall above the front
door.
Although St George is England's patron saint he never set
foot here, and there is much speculation about who this soldiersaint
was and where he came from. But there are no such doubts in
Palestine: George was a Palestinian brought up in the Christian
faith, although some sources insist that he was actually born
in Cappadocea (Turkey) and taken home by his mother to her
native Palestine when his father died. He decided on a soldiering
career, joined the Roman army at the time of Emperor Diolcletian
and rose to high rank. He became one of the Emperor's favourites
but when Diocletian, a fanatical slave to the Roman gods,
began slaughtering innocent Christians George felt he had
to stand up for his religious beliefs.
He denounced the Emperor for cruelty and tore up his orders.
George was imprisoned and tortured, and told his life would
be spared if he offered sacrifice to the Roman gods. Instead,
so the story goes, he prayed to his Christian God and immediately
fire came down from heaven, an earthquake shook the ground
and the temple buildings were destroyed. Nevertheless he was
dragged through the streets and beheaded at Lydda on 23 April
303.
George bore his ordeal - being stretched on the rack and
crushed between two spiked wheels, poked with red-hot irons
and dunked in quicklime - with such fortitude that Diocletian's
wife converted to Christianity on the spot. This matrimonial
upset resulted in her being condemned to death too. After
that, holy martyrdom was assured and St George rapidly became
a cult figure among warriors around the world. The earliest
known reference to him in Britain was in an account by St
Adamnan, the 7th century Abbot of lona. According to legend
George was adopted by Richard the Lionheart as his personal
saint in the crusades. But the earliest reported appearance
of the cross of St George was at the siege of Caerlaverock
Castle in Scotland in 1300. Edward I and Edward II both flew
the St George banner in their wars against Scotland, but it
was King Edward III who made him the patron saint of England
and dedicated the Order of the Garter to him.
St George - Al Khadir - is also patron saint of Bethlehem
and a figure sacred to Muslims and Christians alike. As one
Muslim told me, George is rather special - he's the only saint
who could ride a horse.
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Above: Another baby, discovered abandoned in Hebron.. |
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Mercy Mission
A visit that claimed a lasting place in my heart
was to Sister Sophie's orphanage.
Here up to 80 children ranging from newborn babies to six
year-olds are given tender loving care and learning by Sophie
and her dedicated team, who do their best in the difficult
and restrictive circumstances of the unsympathetic military
occupation.
The youngsters are from broken homes or have been abandoned,
or handed in by parents who are simply too poor to feed them.
Skill, patience and love turn them into responsive, fun-loving
adorable kids.
Apologies
On the day after the London bombings every Arab we
met - taxi drivers, shopkeepers, policemen - went out of their
way to apologise profusely for what had happened and to say
how sorry they were to hear the news.
While incoming text messages from home worried about our
safety, these three Palestinian policemen brought out bottle
and glasses and insisted we take a drink with them.
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THE SISTER'S TALE
It was during the siege of Bethlehem.
There was a curfew, not your kind of curfew, but an Israeli
curfew. Not a nice
curfew, not a polite curfew that asks you, please, for your
own sake, stay indoors after
dark, but the kind of curfew that shoots you in the head or
in the back if you appear at
your window to pass the time of day or night, the kind of
curfew that has no ending,
no limits, that has no water, and no food for those inside.
Many men could not get home.
At the back of our nursery here we have an old laundry.
I gave the key to this laundry to two Palestinian men.
What am I to do?
Give them up to the Israeli soldiers?
No!
They pass the time of curfew in our laundry.
They are no trouble, they are polite, they say please and
thankyou.
In the end, they return the key when they leave.
I think it is the end of my story.
Two years later, it is five thirty in the morning, someone
is banging on my door,
someone is shouting.
Sister, sister, voices are screaming, soldiers are here, children
are crying, soldiers are
everywhere, soldiers are climbing the walls of the convent,
soldiers are breaking
down every gate, every door, sister, what is happening!
A tank is rolling towards our convent!
I climb from my bed, I am cold from sickness of heart.
What do you want?
These soldiers are like ants.
You have Palestinian terrorists hiding here!
These soldiers are like terrorists!
Shalom, I say, there are no terrorists here, only my children
and my sisters.
You have terrorists hiding in your laundry!
Our laundry is empty!
If you do not bring out these terrorists, we will demolish
your convent, we will
destroy your convent with these tanks!
I am shaking, not with fear, but with anger.
Our laundry is empty, commander!
There are children waking, children crying, children screaming
but I say to him there
are children sleeping!
Please, I say, there are children here, they have no homes,
no lives but here, you and
your soldiers, you are frightening my children!
This commander, I say, is big and brave, and he stands before
me with his big brave
gun pointing at my head.
I will show you, I say, I will prove to you! Come with me!
I turn away but, before my eyes, I see more soldiers, they
are running, boots banging
down the corridors of the convent, I see nuns in nightdresses
running, bare feet
praying as they run, I see children, and when I see my children,
I scream, stop!
Stop, all of this, just stop, I cry!
I will take you to the laundry!
I am trying to end this story here and now.
But it will not yet lie down and die!
Not yet!
As calmly as possible, I walk.
The commander follows.
I open the door to the laundry.
I feel sick inside.
I see through the open window at the back of the nursery two
men running, two men
beginning to climb the convent wall.
I see soldiers chasing them.
I turn to look at the commanding officer who is also watching
and awaiting events.
I curse the men even as the soldiers are overpowering them.
I pray for them.
Slowly, I become aware of the eyes of the commander upon my
heart, my soul.
Slowly, his big brave gun returns to kiss the side of my head.
Slowly, his mouth opens.
You lied, he says.
I do not know all the endings of my story.
I do not know what happened to the two Palestinians although
I do know they
confessed to having copies of the key to our laundry room.
I know that whatever happened to them it will not have been
pleasant.
I also know I am still here in this convent working with children
with no names, with
no homes, with no parents.
And, for the moment, at least, with no soldiers.
As told to Phillip Vine
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The 40-day Seige
One of the most shameful episodes in the Israel-Palestine
conflict was the 40- day siege of the Church of the Nativity
in Bethlehem, in 2002. Built by Constantine the Great and
dating from AD330, this is probably the oldest Christian church
in the world.
George, a young man who was there, told me his story.
The ordeal began on 1st April and was triggered by a young
girl from a refugee camp. A member of her family had been
killed by the IDF. Grief-stricken, she took revenge by turning
herself into a suicide bomber, killing 6 or 7 Israelis in
Jerusalem.
As usual, the Israelis reacted with widescale collective
punishment, sending tanks and hundreds of soldiers into West
Bank towns like Nablus, Jenin and Bethlehem late at night.
In Bethlehem they cut the electricity supply and focused on
the old town, overflying with helicopter gunships and occupying
all key points around Manger Square. Many innocent Palestinians
were killed by snipers, and the market and some shops were
set on fire as troops hunted down suspected "fighters".
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Civilians tried desperately to hide from
the troops and someone suggested the Church of the Nativity
as a sanctuary. The door was locked so "one of the young men
shot the door. there was no choice". 248 took refuge there.
They included, says George, 1 Islamic Jihad, 28 Hamas, 50
to 60 Al-Aqsa Martyrs. The remainder were ordinary townsfolk
and included 100 uniformed Palestinian Authority workers;
also 26 children and 8 to 10 women and girls. "The Israeli
soldiers would not allow the women and children to leave.
but they left the Church the first week by the back door."
Priests and nuns - Armenian, Greek and Catholic - from the
adjoining monasteries brought the number to over 300 at the
beginning. "Some of them went back to the monasteries but
some stayed with us every day for the 40 days."
On Day 3 of the siege a young man inside the Church was shot
dead by a sniper as he popped his head through a hatch in
the roof. That same day a second was shot by snipers as he
scavenged for food in the Casa Nova guest house. His last
words were: "My brothers, I love you. I don't want to leave
you. I'm still so young and I miss my wife and I want to see
my daughter and son again."
Our big problem, says George, was how to get enough food
to feed so many people. "The monasteries gave us food to last
about 10 days. After that we managed to bring some food in
from across the fields, but when one of us was killed we stopped."
15 days into the siege and someone said, "Let's call an ambulance."
They had managed to recharge their cellphones using the mains
that supplied the Church towers and bells. The Israelis had
overlooked the fact that this was a separate supply coming
from the Bethlehem municipality.
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Freedom is never voluntarily given by
the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed.
- Martin Luther King Jr.
So the besieged were able to phone out for help to friends
in nearby Beit Sahour, who responded by sending food to the
medical centre. From there it was transported by ambulance,
along with authentic casualties, and delivered to houses near
the Church. At night young girls carried the food in plastic
bags from house to house until supplies reached the dwellings
next door to the Church. The bags were then thrown from roof
to roof. This went on for 6 days until one girl dropped a
bag, which the soldiers found. The IDF, now alerted, shot
and paralysed another young man. It put an end to the food
operation.
Those trapped inside the Church were surprised to discover
an old lady living within the complex. She had a small horde
of olives and wheat, with which they made bread. So they managed
to eke out the food for 28 days. "When it finally ran out,"
George recalls, "we realised we were in big trouble."
The Governor of Bethlehem and the Director of the Catholic
Society were among those holding out in the Church. George
held the key and was ordered to open the door only if someone
died or was injured. He was watching through a peephole when
he saw people approaching across the forecourt. They were
from the Peace Movement, 28 of them. By now the world media
were watching. 17 were promptly arrested but 11 took a big
risk, managing to bluff their way in through the razor wire.
In their rucksacks they brought food, which lasted another
4 days, and basic medicines.
The worst time was the final week - no food and only dirty
water from the well. They resorted to boiling leaves and old
chicken legs into a soup. George ate only lemons and salt
for 5 or 6 days. Many were so ill by this time that they were
passing blood.
"Dear God, we love you very much. Teach
us to love all people, let us grow up and be wise. Dear God,
bless all those who love us. Dear God, give us peace. Dear
God, take away the tanks and bring back the cars. Show the
soldiers the way of love."
Daily prayer of the children at the Holy Family crèche,
Bethlehem.
Outside some 15 civilians had been indiscriminately shot
in the street or in their homes. The IDF refused to allow
the dead inside the Church to be removed for decent burial.
The corpses were therefore placed in makeshift coffins, with
the holes and seams sealed with candlewax, and taken down
to a cellar.
Meanwhile the IDF set up three huge cranes on which were
mounted robotic machine guns under video control. 8 defenders
were killed inside the Church, some by the robotic guns and
some by snipers. Samir, a Church caretaker and bellringer
who was known to be a little disturbed, was killed in front
of the Church. "He eventually went outside and tried to surrender
with his hands up but was shot down by a regular sniper."
From the start, says George, the IDF used psychological warfare
methods - for example, disorienting noise to deprive them
of sleep, bright lights, concussion grenades. They paraded
their families in front of the Church to put pressure on them
to surrender. The IDF were also using illegal dum-dum bullets
which cause horrendous wounds and trauma. "Most of those who
were killed. it was because of the dum-dums. so much bleeding,
and it took so long to arrange to send them to a hospital."
He says the IDF fired tracer rounds into two of the monasteries
and set the ancient fabric of the buildings on fire.
Those trapped inside the Church vowed not to harm IDF soldiers
unless they actually broke in. When soldiers did gain access
and killed one of the resisters, 4 of them were shot. "
In the end, the Governor decided it was better to be in jail
than die. So we opened the door and surrendered on the 40th
day. 148 had survived. We were all promptly arrested and interrogated."
But when given a meal by the Israelis, 13 or 14 threw the
food in the trash bin.
"They were the ones who had been hurt the most," says George.
"The soldiers killed some of their families and demolished
their houses.and arrested all their families. and destroyed
their lives."
Because of the adverse publicity the CIA and EU took a hand
in deciding the fate of the survivors. After 4 years the figures
still sprang readily to George's mind. "13 were exiled to
the EU, 26 were exiled to Gaza, 26 were wounded, 26 had surrendered
because they were underage. 8 were killed inside the Church.
and with Samir makes 9. they shot Samir in front of the Church."
It clearly upset him to remember. "The rest were allowed home."
George
had scavenged under sniper fire. Luckily he was among those
sent home. "The Israelis said to me, 'Do you know why you
are going home? Because America wants it'."
When the survivors apologised to the Church fathers for the
damage done, they replied: "God will look after the Church.
We are much more concerned about looking after you."
I put it to George that by telling me the story he might
find himself in the Israelis' black books. "I'm already in
their black book," he replied.
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