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Wednesday, March 7, 2007

AMERICAN'S EYEWITNESS REPORT FROM NABLUS

The below letter is written by an American who works with IWPS in Palestine. These are her reflections on the recent IOF crimes in Nablus dubbed "Hot Winter". The story she refers to about Asraf:

IDF arrests caught on tape raise questions on military practices
By The Associated Press

The young Palestinian man was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt on a cold winter morning as he walked in front of heavily armed Israeli soldiers on a door-to-door sweep of three apartments in a crowded West Bank neighborhood.

The scene - caught by an Associated Press news camera - has raised questions about whether the Israeli army is still using Palestinian civilians during military operations, despite an Israeli Supreme Court order barring the practice.

Human rights groups call the tactic a violation of local and international law that places innocent civilians in the line of fire. In its initial reaction to the footage, the Israel Defense Forces said there appeared to be no wrongdoing by its soldiers. In a statement, however, the army pledged it would pursue a thorough inquiry into the case.


For the entire news article concerning this event, link here.

"Dear Friends",

I don't know where to begin. It would make sense to start at the
beginning, but the beginning was ages ago, long before I arrived.
Nor is there any end in sight. I was plopped into life in Nablus for
one short week and I'm not sure if I'll ever recover. And as I write
from a place of safety, the people of Nablus continue to struggle,
not just with the nightly incursions, bombings, and assassinations,
but also simply to remember their own humanity in spite of the most
inhumane treatment. I'm trying to rediscover my own, to revive the
parts of me now polluted with anger, or worse—shut off, as if a part
of me is dead. And I was there for just one week.

We arrived on Sunday to help volunteers from the UPMRC (Union of
Palestinian Medical Relief Committees) deliver food and medical
services. Dozens of jeeps and hundreds of soldiers had surrounded
the Old City and declared curfew on all of Nablus. Their stated
mission was to capture or assassinate eight fighters from Al Aqsa
Martyr's Brigade, the armed wing of the Fatah movement. Meanwhile,
the 40,000 residents of Nablus Old City were trapped in their homes,
inside a war zone, unable to go to work or school, or even to buy
food for their families.

According to many families, this invasion posed a greater threat
than those of the past because it was coming on top of an already
desperate economic situation caused by the US-led embargo after the
Hamas elections. Whereas in the past residents would stock up on
food and supplies in case of an invasion, these days people hardly
have enough to meet their current needs. People are working to buy
bread for that very day, so the invasion was not only leaving them
out of food, but preventing them from going out to make the money
they needed to buy more.

The Medical Relief volunteers led us into the Old City. Families
called to us from windows above the twisted cobbled streets: "We
have no more food!"; "My baby needs milk!"; "My mother has diabetes
and is out of insulin!" As we rounded each corner, we would
call, "Internationals! Medical Relief!" knowing soldiers were less
likely to shoot foreigners breaking curfew than others. Sometimes
around the corner we came face to face with soldiers, their guns
pointed at us, jumpy and angry: "GO BACK!" "PUT AWAY YOUR CAMERA!"
Often they were holding back large muzzled dogs. My heart was
beating and knees shaking so fast I was sure I would collapse, but
we followed the Medical Relief volunteers' lead. They were not
interested in challenging the soldiers' actions and authority, just
in getting treatment and food to people who needed it. I recognized
that this is one major difference between direct action solidarity
work and humanitarian aid.

Sometimes the soldiers allowed the doctor and medical volunteers
through. Often they didn't. As night fell and soldiers refused our
passage to the hospital, we decided to call it a day and hoped we'd
have more luck in the morning. As we were making our last bread
delivery, eight soldiers walked by our group with one Palestinian.
The man spoke quietly as he passed us, and the medical volunteers
immediately relayed to us the message he had given them: "I am being
used as a human shield."

Using civilians as human shields is a serious violation of
international law, and we immediately called B'tselem (the Israeli
Center for Human Rights in the Occupied Territories) and Machsom
Watch (Israeli Women who monitor checkpoints but also have a good
knowledge of Israeli Law) to file reports and hopefully help free
the man. One Israeli contact explained that the practice is so
common that we probably couldn't stop it before the man would be
replaced with another, and another after that. We wanted to check
with the man's family to see if there was anything else we could do,
but the Army had blocked off their whole neighborhood.

It was with an intense feeling of helplessness that we checked into
the Crystal Hotel that night, bombs exploding in the Old City nearby
under a heavy rainstorm. We slept soundly and were woken at 6am by
the jeeps again declaring curfew over loudspeakers through the
streets. We met the medical workers and began making rounds again.
Many families needed bread. One child had a broken arm and needed
treatment. Occasionally while we were visiting families, soldiers
would barge in with dogs, herd everyone into one room, and search
the rest of the house. I would try to amuse the children to distract
them, or maybe to distract myself. I tried to imagine what it would
be like to have my home raided, my possessions destroyed and made a
prisoner in my own home. Most raids ended quickly but some homes
were occupied for days on end. We couldn't get to those dozens of
families, but heard stories from neighbors and medical workers:

The Dilal family's home was occupied, and twenty people had been
stuffed in one room for almost 48 hours. Among them were two elderly
people with heart problems, one pregnant woman, and eight small
children. The rest of their home had been transformed into a
military base where soldiers could rest and meet between operations.

The Awad family was also confined to one room of their home while
soldiers took over the rest of the house. One floor was reportedly
transformed into an intelligence center, another into a prison, and
the basement into a makeshift interrogation center. We had already
begun to hear stories from young men returning from interrogation—
affectionately referred to as "Hell" in Arabic—while others went
missing. In alleys we would find men handcuffed and blindfolded,
being led into jeeps while soldiers aimed their guns in our
direction as an unspoken warning against speaking or photographing.
I kept my camera hidden, knowing that one Reuters cameraman had
already had his film taken at gunpoint.

UPMRC volunteers were also starting to disappear, including one man
we'd delivered bread with a few hours before, named Alaa. I'd last
seen him while I was carrying one of two sick children from the
clinic back to their home, since their parents could not come get
them. After we'd delivered the kids and were walking away, we heard
shooting from close behind us, just beyond the children's house.
Within minutes, we learned that an unarmed man had been shot dead on
his roof, and his unarmed 20-year-old son Ashraf's elbow had been
blown off by a dumdum bullet. Soldiers entered the house and
detained young Ashraf, who was in shock. When Dr. Ghassan (from
UPMRC) and Alaa (a volunteer) attempted to enter the home to bring
the father's body down to an ambulance, soldiers detained them both.
They held the doctor for several hours and then let him go. They
kept Alaa in custody, saying he "looked suspicious."

Alaa and Ashraf were eventually released and we took their reports
the next day. Ashraf was in the hospital, surrounded by friends and
family. The mood was somber, but he agreed to tell us his story:

"On Monday around noon, my dad went up to the roof to check on the
water, which was not working. I sensed some movement outside and
through the window I saw soldiers. I ran upstairs to warn my dad
that the Army was near, and as I spoke the words a dumdum bullet hit
my right elbow, shattering it. My dad ran towards me to save me.
When he looked back towards where the bullet had come from, he was
shot by a sniper in the neck, and then in the head.

"I called for help and tried to give my dad CPR. When the ambulance
arrived, it was surrounded by jeeps on all sides and prevented from
reaching our home. The soldiers took me into one of their jeeps
while my father was still bleeding seriously. They held me for an
hour and a half before taking me to an ambulance. One soldier
bragged that he was the one who shot me and my dad, and followed me
to the ambulance in a jeep by himself. My family told me afterwards
that after the soldiers made sure of my dad's death, they allowed
the medical workers to carry him down."

Ashraf pointed to a smiling picture of his father that hung on the
wall opposite his hospital bed. I asked our translator how Ashraf
knew CPR, and he explained that Ashraf volunteers as an Emergency
Medical Volunteer, and is the type of person who risks his own life
to save others. We asked Ashraf if he had a message to the American
people. His response: "We are not terrorists—the soldiers will not
find what they're looking for here. We are civilians, and we want to
be left alone so that we may live."

There was a great deal of misinformation surrounding Ashraf's story
in the mainstream media. Some news sources claimed he and his father
were armed; others said they were walking around, breaking curfew. I
visited the roof, I saw the bloodstains, I spoke to the medical
volunteers who evacuated them... I invite you to view Ashraf's
interview yourself (with subtitles!—should be up in a few days),
along with other excellent footage available now of the events
described above at
www.ResearchJournalismInitiative.net/mediaarchive.htm. I also did
two more interviews on KPFA (Thursday March 1st & today, Tuesday
March 6th), which you can listen to online:
http://www.kpfa.org/archives/index.php?show=9. It is so crucial to
get these stories out and I'm grateful for any help from you,
especially as the media seems to have moved on from the story. This
is just the first of several reports by me on the Nablus invasions;
Alaa's and others' stories are still to come.

Thanks for reading,"

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