Yesterday was an amazing day. I got on a bus in Jerusalem, drove 15 minutes, and entered another world in one way, but in many ways an extension of the very same world I had left. Ramallah has been called the 5 star occupations because it is like downtown Amman, parts of Tel Aviv and chic. I almost forgot where I was for a minute and followed my eyes toward flowered sandals, finding myself saying "cool shoes" to the attractive shop owner, whose makeup was perfect under her colorful hijab.
As one amazing local Christian man told us, if Ramallah is an example of the occupation, everyone would say, "come, occupy us!" He said a five minute drive outside the city would tell a very different story and no doubt. Plus, there is crazy debt and simultaneous building so basically Ramallah is a bubble that could burst economically at any time.
But for me yesterday, I was at home. We ate falafel, toured a kind of lame museum, although for a bible nerd like myself, Iron Age pottery is not really lame.
And an art gallery with lush gardens and an amazing history of Ramallah by Zechran, a Palestinian Christian who can trace his family to the area for hundreds of years. The art museum is in his family home which was by far the coolest place in Ramallah. The temperature was ridiculously hot. The house was built over a hundred years ago and the lower level housed animals, whose body heat world warm the house. Today's house is impeccably clean, no animals, free cool drinking water, coffee and tea, and an art gallery, and a really helpful lecture. Zechran was in a court battle with the ministry because they were dumping garbage on his land and after seven years he won. But they haven't cleaned it up yet. They want him to add this amazing historic gallery to the tourism ministry sites but he refused to play ball as he is angry about his land. Aaron said his frank criticism of the Palestinian Authority is very unique.
Israelis are not allowed officially to enter this region, so Aaron spoke English and we identified ourselves as Americans which, of course, we are. The rules are fairly loose so Israelis do come in but they are not supposed to. Of course Israeli Arabs, Palestinians who have Israeli ID cards, often violate this rule with little consequence as they have family in the West Bank.
I had heard so much about the Kalandia checkpoint. Definitely coming in was easier than going out, but with an American passport I didn't even need to get off and on the bus like many. I don't have major conclusions from this day. I learned a lot. Ramallah is a happening place but everyone is on a salary from a government that gets by largely on donations.
Apparently Hebron has more industry and better economic infrastructure than Ramallah which is could fold like a house of cards. Still, you wouldn't know it from the street.
Itamar, my friend from T'ruah, back in Tel Aviv said something that resonated a lot: a prison is four walls however you construct them. It could be a wide four walls or a narrow four walls but if one's movement is restricted, that's prison. I thought about this as I interacted in Ramallah. You make the best of life in the situation you are in. But no one here is going to get to head to the beach on a hot day. Well, unless you have money or connections...there can be a way. But for the majority of the people they are trapped--in a big area. They can take a bus to Nablus or Bethlehem or Hebron. But unlike me they can't get on a plane and go to Europe or even Haifa. When I see a slogan like "Free Palestine" I don't know what it means and it probably means different things to different people, but I got the sense that freedom is a better way to think about this than demonizing Israel or pointing fingers at who is to blame for the stalemate in peace negotiations.
The point is we can't go on this way as a country. And Israelis know this. The only protests I have seen are right wing Kahane youth marching down Ben Yehuda breeding exclusivism. There is so much to say. But a two state solution is not a solution if there is not free movement. That's a prison inside of a free state. That's not the Israel, I sang about in my youth and that's not the Israel I want for my children. And I know that it means that Israel is going to have change and that it will look different. But again, there is no impetus for the current government to make any of the necessary sacrifices. So there is no end in sight.
I think back to the saying לא עליך המלאכה לגמר... "It is not upon us to complete the work, but neither can we desist from engaging in it." I'm not abandoning this country because I do have the dream of my youth, because there is a vibrant Jewish life and books and prayer and Nava Tehilla and kosher hamburgers. None of that infringes on the rights of others. But with all of that we must not turn our backs on reality. I'm in it for the long haul. What kind of Israel do we want to leave for our grandchildren? Shabbat Shalom
Zehran's Art Gallery
Shops and Streets of Ramallah
Outdoor white limestone building in Ramallah, Arafat's grave where the soldiers stand next to it. Any time a Muslim visits a grave there is a special prayer from the Quran that is recited, not just for special people but Muslims who visit the grave say the special prayer. Aziz of Mejdi tours told me that while Arafat was not loved by his people while he was alive, they love him now. He united the people and they were not divided like they are now between Hamas and the Palestinian Authority.
While convenient to lots of things, the only problem with my hotel room is that Jerusalem seems to want to stay out a lot later than I do. Still, I feel semi-rested as I get ready to meet native Spokanite, Aaron Press Taylor who will be my guide as I travel to Ramallah for the first time. I would say this is my first entry into a Palestinian city except for the fact that in 1994 on Christmas Eve, several fellow Pardes students thought it would be a good idea to walk to Bethlehem on Christmas Eve and get our passports stamped with the special Christmas Eve stamp. Although I venture forth in life, I carry a lot of hesitancy with me. However, though I was nervous I decided to go anyway. I was newly dating Tamar and she had plans to go to a concert so this was not a joint venture.
I forged forward into the dark night along derech Beit lechem and passed by the Kever Rachel or Rachel's road side burial, an iconic site. Now apparently it is pretty closed off from easy access, but I remember thinking "I'm just trotting by a major biblical event." We reached Bethlehem and there were banners everywhere of Arafat but it that was the only thing that felt "Palestinian" to me.
We lined up at the post office at midnight and got the stamp and we walked back. We didn't talk to anyone nor did we sightsee. We came and went. Now more than 20 years later, so much has happened and nothing has happened in the way of progress.
We can call it disputed or we can call it occupation but there is a serious problem and I feel that Israel can build light rails inside of barrier walls but we will never be free until we are all free. So kids can eat ice cream on ben yehuda street and pretend the world outside doesn't exist but I can't pretend. I have to go to Ramallah today to acknowledge the reality of this world that is accordingly to my GPS, 8.5 miles from my hotel.
Jerusalem near the hotel
Elizabeth just composed a new tefilat ha derech while waiting for Aaron.
ברוך אתה ה שומע תפילה (blessed are you hearing this prayer.).
Abraham Hostel gives you a free beer so maybe not the best time to continue with the blog but here goes. After surprisingly connecting with another old friend this morning by phone I headed to Tel Aviv University to the Diaspora Museum--definitely worth bringing the students. Amazing tefilla exhibit!! Heard women's voices davening.
Met with Itamar from T'ruah: A Rabbinic Call for Human Rights and had a great conversation about Judaism and activism and a viable future for Israel and Palestine.
I had a kosher Thai salad with beef for lunch. What a treat!
Took the bus to Jaffa with Itamar. See the pictures from Jaffa and I even went to part of Mass at St Peters church.
Happy to see the Mediterranean Sea, Arabs and Jews and Christians and Muslims.
St. Peter's Church
Tel Aviv University and Home of the Diaspora Museum
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